<?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-7814181298115660248</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:45:49.586+08:00</updated><category term='Hogwarts Wannabe'/><category term='Good old days'/><category term='Letter to my idol'/><title type='text'>Sheela</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8638769797203421081</id><published>2009-07-20T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:57:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of blogger now. Trying out something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;http://runawayromeo.tumblr.com/&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Tumblr decent.  Relink if you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8638769797203421081?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8638769797203421081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8638769797203421081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8638769797203421081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8638769797203421081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5597789692299101045</id><published>2009-07-19T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:29:33.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7 things that I'm very sure in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love texting Anisa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love playing with Maria's hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love stalking people with Sacha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my strawberry bedsheets. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Kris Allen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         7.  I'm going to be naive and fall for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's Geography test tomorrow. Now I know the reason why I love History so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5597789692299101045?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5597789692299101045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5597789692299101045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5597789692299101045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5597789692299101045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven-things.html' title='seven things'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8545785836883102263</id><published>2009-07-16T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:14:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's taking you so long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't be stupid. I don't want the cool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the crazy one will do.                      :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8545785836883102263?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8545785836883102263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8545785836883102263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8545785836883102263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8545785836883102263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-taking-you-so-long.html' title='what&apos;s taking you so long?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3724843177602584726</id><published>2009-07-14T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:00:02.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the moon and stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, CCAs have been suspended for the week. There were loud catcalls from the whole school when Mr Siva announced it over the intercom yesterday. Rofl. But it is resuming next week, I think - that was what yesterday's news mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, lessons have been filled with Farhan, Yu Xuan, Kit Yee, Shi Cheng and myself humouring each other with our jokes. Translation: keeping each other awake throughout the whole day of lessons. There's loads of catching up to do since the teachers are rushing to finish up the syllables. It's the third week of semester two. 7 more weeks till we have to be fully prepared for our streaming examinations. It's going to be tougher than the MYE, I know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In fact, CA starts next week. However, funny how I let loose when examinations are approaching? Worried about examinations, yes. Enjoying life, hell yes. See the difference? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's what is worrying me more than ever. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3724843177602584726?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3724843177602584726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3724843177602584726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3724843177602584726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3724843177602584726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-see-moon-and-stars.html' title='I see the moon and stars.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1042377141652903776</id><published>2009-07-12T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:52:38.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time after Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gorgeous wedding reception, beautiful breeze, hyperactive parents and shopping. What a perfect Sunday indeed!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Mum is in a good mood today - which is weird. She was awfully hyper and talkative today. I was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; "Who are you and what have you done to my mother?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She even bought loads of goodies without complaining about overspending. My Dad wasn't as sarcastic as usual. Weird, I swear.  Parents are so unpredictable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Please don't kill me. I promise to buy you a new one with my first paycheck." - Sheela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I lost my mother's ring. What a false alarm. It was inside my MYUK pouch all these while. Pffft, made me panic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The beautiful (yet annoying) breeze at the wedding reception was just awesome. Despite the fact that my hair was flying all over the place.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weekend's over just like that. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1042377141652903776?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1042377141652903776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1042377141652903776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1042377141652903776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1042377141652903776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-after-time.html' title='Time after Time.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-493570327480591008</id><published>2009-07-10T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:05:43.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;Just one text will do. Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-493570327480591008?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/493570327480591008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=493570327480591008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/493570327480591008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/493570327480591008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think.html' title='i think.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-2808375074564706854</id><published>2009-07-09T15:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:30:51.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You weren't even close when I needed your help, my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite being sleepy during certain lessons, I still managed to stay awake and be attentive. Which is commendable right - Ha. There was once during Math when Farhan made me jump by slapping himself on the face (he was in a daze) because he wasn't listening to what Ms Joyce was teaching. But nothing can be compared to his bloody moodswings. Rofl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still contradicting between nutella or PB&amp;amp;J sandwich for tomorrow's recess food. Yes, in my amazing efforts of saving money, I've been bringing light snacks from home for break time. It worked. Let's just hope the money wouldn't be spend off. Saving up money is a really exhausting and painful job. You only can depend on your nutella or PB&amp;amp;J sandwiches to keep you alive for the next 3 hours or so till school's out.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling rather crappy today. And the weather is not helping at all. I love the rain but when it starts pouring down on you when you're innocently walking home from school, it gets a little frustrating. Especially when you get home all drenched and also when you have just recovered from a nasty cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh. Thanks for making my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=paris-b_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/paris-b_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I just wanted to say. Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him — so much." - Paris Jackson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What she said made me shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Image courtesy of Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7814181298115660248-2808375074564706854?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2808375074564706854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=2808375074564706854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2808375074564706854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2808375074564706854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-werent-even-close-when-i-needed.html' title='You weren&apos;t even close when I needed your help, my friend.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4944292923466296977</id><published>2009-07-08T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:20:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKE CRAP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're becoming like her. In fact, you're just like her. Judgemental, moody and downright insensitive. I thought you cared. I thought you were different from the others. I thought you were someone I could rely on. Heck no, you're exactly the opposite of what I thought you seemed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are only capable of making me feel crushed, hurt and unloved with your downright bitchiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you're enjoying my cold shoulder. Because, I am certainly enjoying myself not talking to you. It feels like the only peace I ever get from here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God, is this just one of your ways of telling me that there weren't love between her &amp;amp; I in the first place? Had it always been just us trying to get along without killing each other with our bare hands? Or we haven't really been trying hard enough to feel the love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I don't wish to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4944292923466296977?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4944292923466296977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4944292923466296977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4944292923466296977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4944292923466296977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/fake-crap.html' title='FAKE CRAP.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6220314371842658265</id><published>2009-07-06T18:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:13:35.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're lost, you can look and you will find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got back home from another impromptu date with Sacha. We had lunch at Mac Donald's and discussed about Sacha being an attraction to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;certain people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It was true, no doubt about it. I guess Sacha should ''embrace this God-given talent" she has. Rofl, she is going to kill me when she sees that! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After walking around Causeway Point for two hours, we went over to her crib. It had been ages since we spent time in her room rather than the music room or so Sacha calls it. With the aircon freezing us &amp;amp; Sacha's stone-look-alike-mp3 (I'm complimenting it,Sacha!) blasting, we were snapping pictures away. Oh, best times! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00499-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/DSC00499-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having so much fun dressing up with Sacha's vintage shawl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image0146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/Image0146.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00507.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/DSC00507.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rofl, Sacha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image0154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/Image0154.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sacha said I looked evil. Very funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/DSC00516.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I smile like a goblin." -Sacha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image0157.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 339px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/Image0157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've been friends since we're 9. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00508-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 339px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/DSC00508-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheela: Oh shit. I haven't eaten my medicine the whole day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sacha: Are you going to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheela: .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, talking to Sacha can lead you to have headache. HEHE. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00518.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 401px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/DSC00518.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But still - I love you, Sacha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank God I'm going to school tomorrow after being on MC for two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It will be bonding time with Farhan since we haven't spoken much on Thursday as I was dragged out of class first thing in the morning. What a pretty picture. Pffffffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I just realised that there will be Science tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes, finally I get to see Mr Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Though his lessons tend to get boring sometimes, he will try to keep us awake with his lameass jokes. They still made us laugh despite being lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, weird much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6220314371842658265?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6220314371842658265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6220314371842658265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6220314371842658265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6220314371842658265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-youre-lost-you-can-look-and-you-will.html' title='if you&apos;re lost, you can look and you will find me'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3972562437943151451</id><published>2009-07-06T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:02:32.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3435083122_445d210146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/3435083122_445d210146.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm watching Harry Potter &amp;amp; Half-Blood Prince on 16 July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yes, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;* Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-3972562437943151451?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3972562437943151451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3972562437943151451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3972562437943151451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3972562437943151451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html' title='i love you.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6628853714735499889</id><published>2009-07-05T13:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:25:05.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter to my idol'/><title type='text'>Just your voice, that's enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dearest Kris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today marks 5th July, the start of your summer tour with the American Idol Top 10 finalists. You must be preparing for your performance in Portland. Or maybe you're already performing. Your fans who get to watch your live performances over in Oregon are really lucky. For me, watching you on the television screen is enough to make me drown in your charismatic smile. You always surprise me with your performances. I thought it was bold of you to play your guitar alone and sing at the same time. I really hope you will come over to Singapore one day. I would love to watch you live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And maybe get a hug from you backstage. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your #1 fan &lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Sheela Faheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 330px;" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/heytheredelilah1234/000hbp4d.jpg" alt="Kris Effing Allen Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can you not love that face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6628853714735499889?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6628853714735499889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6628853714735499889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6628853714735499889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6628853714735499889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-your-voice-thats-enough.html' title='Just your voice, that&apos;s enough.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4485462942091021296</id><published>2009-07-03T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:12:38.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know you but I want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I missed two days of precious lessons. Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had to go back home on Thursday morning since I've got the flu-like symptoms. Mdm Timah insisted on me going home but I don't want to go home. I was perfectly fine (yeah right Sheela - the sneezing &amp;amp; coughing) and I reluctantly packed my bag and put on the surgical mask. It was even harder to breathe with the surgical mask on since I was having a blocked nose. It only made me feel like suffocating. Stupid mask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had to wait in the Holding Room or whatever that room is called for a whole two hours till my Mum finally showed up - which I spent the whole time worrying about the lessons that I'm going to miss.  We made our way to the usual family clinic and had to wait for another two whole hours because there were so many people. My Dad showed up because my Mum had to leave for some lunch date with her collegues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank God I had my Twilight with me for the two whole hours of waiting. The two hours of waiting was spent on reading Edward &amp;amp; Bella running away from the sickening James. Ha, though I can't really concentrate since there was a baby crying (or should I say, screaming?) her lungs out. I tried to eat something before taking my medication which tasted like crap. Yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, the drugs totally work because I was knocked off the second my head hit the pillow. I had a good sleep. That had been so long ago. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My MC covers yesterday and today so that meant, I didn't attend school today. I wish I had. I really don't enjoy staying at home and not doing anything. Well, I did my own self-study but I was knocked off once again after I took those medication. Now, my taste buds feel really bitter, all thanks to the medication. I eat my meals without actually tasting them. Oh, the joy of getting sick. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since Monday is Youth Day (Sacha finds Youth Day amazing, rofl.), there wouldn't be any school. Basically, I will get to see my classmates again on Tuesday - which seems so far away. I didn't even spoke to Farhan, who is now my new partner, that much on Thursday since I was dragged out of class in the morning. Oh yes, just as I suspected - Ms Shidah changed our (Jane, Runfa &amp;amp; I) seats. Now, we are all scattered. Though that doesn't stop us from communicating with each other. Still nothing beats the drama when Ms Shidah changed my classmates' seats. Especially with Zena saying her goodbyes to Gabby whom had changed to become more cheerful when he was sitting with her. Rofl, my classmates are really adorable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/de24328b2f52adf38ba31a77514a5f55.jpg" border="0" alt="Adam Lambert Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Check out their faces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Classic cuteness. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sheela, get well soon so you can attend school and meet all your friends &amp;amp; have a good laugh with them regarding the random stuffs. Damn, you realised you had missed Mr Oh's Science lesson today. Mr Oh, Sheela misses you alot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4485462942091021296?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4485462942091021296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4485462942091021296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4485462942091021296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4485462942091021296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-you-but-i-want-you.html' title='I don&apos;t know you but I want you.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/th_de24328b2f52adf38ba31a77514a5f55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8142174147875201217</id><published>2009-06-30T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:42:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gu Jun Pyo, let's play! (lol, maria)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lessons resumed as per normal today. Though the only proper lesson we had was Math. You can totally tell that Ms Joyce doesn't want to waste a single minute without teaching us new chapters. But surprisingly, all the subject teachers are in a good mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms Low didn't flare up or show signs of irritation (like she usually does) when some of my classmates are unable to submit their assignments today. Ms Joyce &amp;amp; Cikgu Shikin extended the deadlines of our respective assignments without even getting worked up &amp;amp; paying fines (lol, Ms Joyce). Despite being in a good mood, there are still homework. Rofl, even teachers have mood swings. Still, it was an enjoyable day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There wouldn't be any Mr Oh's Science lesson till Friday. I kind of missed his lessons -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; take note of KIND OF&lt;/span&gt;. Rofl, I know I'll change my mind once he gets all sarcastic with me. Still, his lessons are cool. Well, to a certain extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Runfa's  white socks made me laugh today, literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Don't laugh. Michael Jackson also wear like this. This is in memory of my idol, Michael Jackson." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That comment just made me laughed harder. Sigh, I have a feeling that Ms Shidah's going to change my seat tomorrow. Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 614px;" src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/42155.jpg" alt="Adam Lambert Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing nail polish?&lt;br /&gt;How adorable! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;* Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the most popular scapegoat for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   by Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Funny how Mr Twain knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8142174147875201217?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8142174147875201217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8142174147875201217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8142174147875201217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8142174147875201217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/gu-jun-pyo-lets-play-lol-maria.html' title='Gu Jun Pyo, let&apos;s play! (lol, maria)'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/th_42155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3227739017066047752</id><published>2009-06-29T15:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:28:07.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hogwarts Wannabe'/><title type='text'>message of the day: stay away from glue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First day of school for the second semester, however, there weren't any lessons. Instead, all form/co-form teachers had to stay in their respective classes for H1N1 learning package. Yes, we had a learning package for that bloody virus. I was kind of pissed that there weren't any lessons today. I packed my bag according to the timetable and today was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;heavy-bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; day. To add on to that, we had to bring back all of our English books home in case of school closure. Imagine how painful my shoulders were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I basically spent the first day of school catching up with my almighty classmates. I had a blasting great time cracking jokes and singing with Jane &amp;amp; Runfa. Yes, those two are the main reason why Mr Oh had to call out my name all the time during Science lesson. You can't blame me - both of them are hilarious and they always make me laugh with their silly jokes and singing (Lol, Runfa). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms Shidah played many silly and funny videos to fill in the time. We even started talking about almighty late Michael Jackson. Ms Shidah played some of his videos, and Runfa tried to imitate MJ's dance moves in the music video of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Beat It&lt;/span&gt;. If Mr Shah was there, he would have spat (literally)  a sarcastic remark on Runfa's imitation - "Runfa, you really cannot make it." And Runfa will be all sulky for the rest of the lesson. Rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, there are always the bad side of the story to the good side, right? Well, due to the increasing number of H1N1 cases in Singapore, the school took extra precautionary actions against it. Now, everyone's desks are arranged in single file and recess times are staggered which simply means that each level have the canteen all to themselves at certain timings. We even had specific tables assigned to each class. For a moment, I thought I was in Hogwarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All these actions are for social distancing. Yes, social distancing - no physical contact with anyone. If this helps, why not. However, it can get pretty irritating to a certain extent. But what can we do? It's for the good of everyone and preventing the bloody virus from spreading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms Shidah hasn't changed our sitting arrangement yet. I hope she doesn't change mine. I really enjoy sitting next to Jane. We'll always have great laughs together. We both have the same taste (is this the right way of putting it?) in teachers and subjects. I have to admit, there were times when we both were unhappy with each other and all. However, other than that, I think we clicked pretty well. Besides if we change seats, who is going to sing with me in class when lessons gets boring &amp;amp; dull? Also, I always make do her homework at home instead of in school - my naggings did paid off.    :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sheela will die if there wasn't any homework for one day." - Matthio said that today. Very funny, Matthio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to do some revision now. Hey, I wrote in the Reflections today that I'll do revision everyday. Also, I wrote in small red coloured ink - "My secret ambition is to marry Kris Allen someday. &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Shidah just smiled when she saw that. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 406px;" src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/kradam856341.jpg" alt="Adam &amp;amp;amp; Kris Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omfg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone please explain to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3227739017066047752?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3227739017066047752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3227739017066047752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3227739017066047752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3227739017066047752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/message-of-day-stay-away-from-glue.html' title='message of the day: stay away from glue.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/th_kradam856341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6296261359769393155</id><published>2009-06-28T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:26:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you, kris allen. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 770px;" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj105/jonas_brothers1824/Kris%20Allen/krisdisco.jpg" alt="Kris Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's time for serious business now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No more slacking, no more hogging of the computer &amp;amp; no more late nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What can we do to change it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holidays are over, my friends. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Final movie marathon for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; Chamber Of Secrets, look out for mua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-6296261359769393155?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6296261359769393155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6296261359769393155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6296261359769393155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6296261359769393155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-me.html' title='i love you, kris allen. &lt;3'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj105/jonas_brothers1824/Kris%20Allen/th_krisdisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-968258059175291627</id><published>2009-06-28T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:23:23.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking, you just don't stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's nearly two in the morning but my eyes doesn't feel sleepy or tired at all. This habit of me sleeping real late at night is kind of bothering me. But what can I do? I wouldn't be able to sleep even if I forced myself to. I'll just lie in the dark and do the stupidest thing - I'll start to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know thinking is good for the developing mind especially for someone my age. But sometimes, thinking will just lead you to be restless and worried for no absolute reason. There is not a single moment where I would stop thinking and worrying. Yes, no matter what stupid stuffs I'm having on my mind - I'll always be thinking. Whether it's in a good way or the otherwise. I just don't stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To think about it, I doubt anybody stops thinking. It's like a second nature to us. Thinking is like breathing. You can't stop breathing or else you will die likewise you can't stop thinking unless you're brain dead or something really depressing happened to your brain cells that doesn't allow you to think. The latter is kind of unlikely, if you ask me. But you'll never know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In any case, you won't stop thinking - about your school (or work), your parents, your family, your friends, your pet, your pillow, your teddy bear, your favourite blanket, et cetera. Though things will get more complicated when you start to think about that special someone. That special someone who, without fail, brings a smile to your face just thinking about him/her. That special someone who, again without fail, makes you feel as if nothing else mattered as long as he/she is right there with you. That special someone whom you love deeply. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes I find myself reflecting on - hmm, how do I put it in words? Err, events that took place in my life? Well, I find myself thinking what would have happen if I took another alternative, what will the consequences be. I'll always wonder to myself if things will different if I did/didn't make that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Take the SYF as an example. I'm still surprised and shocked that the Choir got a Silver. Yes, the struggles that we went through just to reach that standards. The endless extra practices, the endless scoldings, the endless tears and how can I forget - the endless love that we felt as a team. All of these just made us stronger to become a better individual. However, things will be better if everyone did what was required the first time. Yes, I still find myself thinking about these matters even though SYF was over months ago. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am weird, aren't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should get some sleep now. I have to attend my neighbour's wedding tomorrow - or should I say, later in the afternoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh well, goodbye for now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-968258059175291627?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/968258059175291627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=968258059175291627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/968258059175291627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/968258059175291627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-you-just-dont-stop.html' title='thinking, you just don&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-7607201753963393206</id><published>2009-06-26T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:34:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of world do we live in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The housewarming was kind of boring. Things only started to look up when my aunt took out two catalogs. Yes, which girl doesn't enjoy shopping? Especially when it's shopping without moving around physically! My Mum and I were really engrossed in the catalogs. It was my first time doing catalog shopping and the feeling was awesome. You don't have to move around much - just use your fingers to flip the pages. Enough about shopping already, moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School is starting in two days. And for the first time in Sheela's holiday vacation history, I am not rushing through my assignments. I'm glad that I didn't procrastinate my assignments this time round. I managed to complete everything according to the time planned. Yes, this hardly happens to someone like me. Someone who tends to change her mind as time goes by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sure many are aware of Michael Jackson's dismissal from the world today. I was surprised and shocked when I learnt about it this morning. I had never expect that would happen to someone like Michael Jackson. I'm not a fanatic fan of his but I had always thought that his songs are decent and really motivating to a certain extent. I've always loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I remember listening to that song when I was 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, that song makes you think about the world. The world that we so called 'home'. Yes, it is home. But not for those unfortunate souls. How can you call the world 'home' when there are people suffering, dying, betraying? How can you call the world 'home' when the better fortunate souls aren't doing their best to help the unfortunates? It's really depressing to think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's beyond anyone's means to make peace in the world. But littlest things such as - an acknowledgment, forgive &amp;amp; forget, respect for one another and the list goes on, may mean a lot to a certain extent. It's not a lot but it really make the world a better place to live in. We can't avoid crimes, wars and bombings but we can do something to bring a smile on someone's face, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You might never know - your lovely smile might just make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rest in peace Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The world will miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A true King Of Pop always &amp;amp; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sheela's grieving for the legendary man, MJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're a great guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Be happy, wherever you are.&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-7607201753963393206?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/7607201753963393206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=7607201753963393206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7607201753963393206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7607201753963393206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-kind-of-world-do-we-live-in.html' title='what kind of world do we live in?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-7083259138119048795</id><published>2009-06-26T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:05:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what you get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maria called earlier on - asking if I want to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with her. I was really tempted but I know I can't even if I want to. I have a housewarming to attend with my Mum later in the afternoon. Besides, I'm left with my very last $2 till school reopens when I'll be receiving my weekly allowance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd only 4 hours of sleep yesterday night. I wonder if this will continue on if school reopens. I don't know if I can take an average of 4 hours of sleep every day. The funny thing is that - despite the lack of sleep, I still feel that I'm fully energized. Funny how life works for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snapshot_20090613_21-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/Snapshot_20090613_21-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sheela will be back, tonight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-7083259138119048795?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/7083259138119048795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=7083259138119048795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7083259138119048795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7083259138119048795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-you-get.html' title='that&apos;s what you get.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-518114780767871687</id><published>2009-06-25T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:56:37.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you feel you've lost your way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got home from dinner at Popeyes! It was a long and painful (exaggerating much?) journey before I could get my hands on the food. We were at the petrol kiosk for a car wash. And of all the days, there were many cars today. Yes, we had to wait for 15 minutes or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My stomach was grumbling real loud by the time we reached Popeyes. And of all the days, I got pissed at this particular family. Like hello? We were there first and you came like two seconds ago and took the only empty table. Seriously, the lady saw me waiting for a table - the place was really packed. Then, this group of people went off and that family just took over the table. Come on, where's the courtesy here? Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least after dinner, my sister treated us to good old chocolates from the Candy Empire! I got myself Jelly Beans and KitKat Chunky Cookies&amp;amp;Cream - which I never seen/ate before. The trip to Changi Airport was somewhat short, I wished it was longer. But we had to pick my Mum up from her workplace. Or else I could have seen the planes and imagine myself being in it. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj105/jonas_brothers1824/Kris%20Allen/2qv5g9i.jpg" alt="Kris and Adam Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kris! You never fail to make me smile with your pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Alright Adam, you too.&lt;br /&gt;Still - I love you, Kris. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;When will you come here? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Photobucket. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to provide me the best pictures!   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with you today, Sheela? rofl.&lt;br /&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/7814181298115660248-518114780767871687?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/518114780767871687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=518114780767871687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/518114780767871687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/518114780767871687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-feel-youve-lost-your-way.html' title='when you feel you&apos;ve lost your way.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj105/jonas_brothers1824/Kris%20Allen/th_2qv5g9i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4310447371665613650</id><published>2009-06-24T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:49:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since you've been gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning was a total mess. I woke up late and I had to rush to meet my ML group members. I thought I was late but I wasn't. Syarafina didn't turn up for some reasons and the rest of us proceeded to Illya's house for the project. Once we're there, we planned and proceeded to do the filming. I was already tired after the third filming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't me alone, but the rest as well. Of course the changing of roles, the changing of clothes - it's really tiring but I have to admit the filming turned out pretty well. All thanks to the extra help we've got from Illya's parents and lovely sisters. Illya's mother owned some really cool stuff that was really useful for the filming. It was tiring but I enjoyed myself in man's clothes. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By noon, had another impromptu date with Sacha. I always have fun when I'm out with my friends. Oh, I love my friends! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother (in-law. I don't have a brother - but its troublesome to keep saying brother-in-law right. Alright, moving on!) wanted to bring us (my sisters &amp;amp; I) to Changi Airport for Popeye! However, my parents are using the car tonight so we can't go. How do you expect all the four of us to squeeze in my brother's Honda motorcycle? On the bright side, we might be going tomorrow or the day after. Aww man, no Popeye coleslaw for me tonight! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4117-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/CIMG4117-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things are looking up for me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't that great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How I wish for it to stay that way forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It might, but I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like I always say, life is full of surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=normal_14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/normal_14.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kris Allen(!) turned 24 three days ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder what Adam Lambert bought him as a birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, what I have in mind right now is totally insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Image (Kris Allen) courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-4310447371665613650?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4310447371665613650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4310447371665613650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4310447371665613650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4310447371665613650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-youve-been-gone.html' title='since you&apos;ve been gone.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8242698712631919828</id><published>2009-06-23T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:40:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close your eyes &amp; dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen%20%26%20adam%20lambert" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/42170.jpg" alt="Adam Lambert Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If the above picture doesn't make you laugh, I don't know what will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd occupied myself with projects this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School is starting next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm looking forward for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not looking forward for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told you I was complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Almighty Photobucket.com&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-8242698712631919828?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8242698712631919828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8242698712631919828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8242698712631919828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8242698712631919828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/close-your-eyes-dream.html' title='close your eyes &amp; dream.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt173/tanya-l/Adam%20Lambert%20and%20Kris%20Allen/th_42170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3326802424851452553</id><published>2009-06-22T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:00:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Stick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/free%20of%20love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc99/ILoveBenForever/Love/FreeHugs.jpg" alt="Free Hugs Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had hell lot of fun today with Sacha &amp;amp; Maria for our Science filming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll do anything to relive that moment once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My thoughts, my conscience &amp;amp; that funny feeling were all gone when I'm with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh the wonders of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sadly, now the thoughts, the conscience &amp;amp; the funny feeling are back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't enjoy the feeling of it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid complicated life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it never fails me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3326802424851452553?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3326802424851452553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3326802424851452553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3326802424851452553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3326802424851452553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/disco-stick.html' title='Disco Stick.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc99/ILoveBenForever/Love/th_FreeHugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8086247508910201979</id><published>2009-06-21T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:59:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every moment last forever, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n539297752_1779062_5319194-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/n539297752_1779062_5319194-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was taken few years back at my Aunt's Christmas party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow I can still taste the delicious turkey, green apple salad &amp;amp; corns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Aunt always prepare a huge spread for her parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The food, with no doubt, never fail to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remembered once she did a cake of a dollar bill for my grandfather's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sadly, the old man never gotten the joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He got pissed at us for laughing at his cake which he thought was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, we weren't laughing at the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were laughing at the reason behind the dollar bill cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But grandfather will never get will he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is hard to talk to, really stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever it is, I don't remember who took this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It looks really nice, to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love it &amp;amp; I'm missing my cousins. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8086247508910201979?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8086247508910201979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8086247508910201979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8086247508910201979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8086247508910201979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-moment-last-forever-baby.html' title='every moment last forever, baby.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-648570372178549316</id><published>2009-06-21T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:47:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2250662-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/P2250662-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awwwwwww, I was browsing through the wedding photos and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you find this photo nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I do &amp;amp; I love it loads! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I told you that we're proud Indians. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-648570372178549316?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/648570372178549316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=648570372178549316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/648570372178549316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/648570372178549316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/awwwwwww-i-was-browsing-through-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4603521690661593571</id><published>2009-06-20T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:33:10.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic isn't the best solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel extremely weird today. I woke up and realized it was noon already. I made myself lunch and spent the rest of the day finishing up on Deathly Hallows - with occasion slices of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Supreme Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. I was definitely engrossed with the book. For once, I thought I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the book, fighting Voldermort together with Harry, Ron and Hermoine. I was lost in their world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;their magical world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to have the mentality that if someone possess magic, he/she have the world at their fingertips. Hell yeah, I was wrong. Yes, there are perks if you have magic. Though, the disadvantages are greater. People still lived in fear. People still die. People still cause troubles. Sadly, people still betray. Oh yes, betrayal - funny how it exist in the magical world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life will be much more adventurous if I have Harry's life. Though, my life is kind of adventurous - being close with Sacha, Maria &amp;amp; Anisa and you don't have adventures? It's like having animals teaching you at school or having a dorky Run Fa! Yes, it is impossible not having adventures with them around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Compare my adventures to Harry's - it's nothing. It would be cool to swapped places with Harry for one solitary day. At least all he have to worry about is plotting a plan against Lord Voldermort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, in my case - problems are, well, much complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kris%20allen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj105/jonas_brothers1824/Kris%20Allen/chearsaynoeviladamkrisdanny.jpg" border="0" alt="Kris, Adam, and Danny Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen, Adam Lambert, Danny Gokey.&lt;br /&gt;All three of them looked as if they are 10!&lt;br /&gt;Adorable much? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&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/7814181298115660248-4603521690661593571?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4603521690661593571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4603521690661593571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4603521690661593571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4603521690661593571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-isnt-best-solution.html' title='Magic isn&apos;t the best solution'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj105/jonas_brothers1824/Kris%20Allen/th_chearsaynoeviladamkrisdanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4036013939938842758</id><published>2009-06-19T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:03:05.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a proud Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really exhausted right now. Since my second sister was out and many people came over, my Mum lacks of manpower. I had to help her out in the kitchen and all. I think this is my first - helping her through out. Usually I'll help her and halfway through, you won't find me in the kitchen anymore. I know, I know. But I really don't like doing the dishes and all.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the record, I watched my sister's wedding video 3 times. Yes, my Mum kept asking me to replay it over and over again. I especially love the part when all my cousins did this Bollywood dance dedicated for the bride&amp;amp;groom. Well, I know they can't help it - we do have the Indian blood in us, like 99.99%! Hindustani all the way baby! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, at least I'm feeling better from the previous post (I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to shower and read up on Deathly Hallows already. Harry, Hermoine and Ron found the third Hocrux and they're trying to figure out how to destroy it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=asasasaaaaaaaaab-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/asasasaaaaaaaaab-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, my brother has a fatherly touch as well!&lt;br /&gt;Baby Huda was attracted to him like magnet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wonder when am I going to be an aunt ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4036013939938842758?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4036013939938842758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4036013939938842758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4036013939938842758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4036013939938842758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-proud-indian.html' title='I&apos;m a proud Indian'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1905982471955257611</id><published>2009-06-19T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:30:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people do stupid things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People are coming over to my crib later. So there goes my movie marathon. My second sister will be going to Sentosa later, enjoying the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;CineBlast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Song Of The Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (well, I've watched this). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Without me. Without me there with her. Her there without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; These three lines are adapted from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Lizzie McGuire the Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A great movie and Adam Lamberg was totally hot in that movie! Yes, Adam Lamber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I have a feeling that he is somehow or another related to Adam Lamber&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe not, they don't look alike at all. It must just mere coincidence that they have a kinda-similar name. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the hand, maybe they are. You will never know, because life is full of surprises and I don't favour surprises at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not now when things are messed up. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/adam%20lambert%20in%20rolling%20stone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr191/jesskuhhh-/28599884-28599885-large.jpg" alt="adam lambert rs Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, Adam - even I feel like screaming right now. &lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-1905982471955257611?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1905982471955257611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1905982471955257611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1905982471955257611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1905982471955257611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-people-do-stupid-things.html' title='Stupid people do stupid things.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4026442198268543364</id><published>2009-06-18T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:39:15.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you barged into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you poke your nose into matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you ruined my plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you make me feel stupid about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you opened your huge mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you broke the trust I had in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything was fine until you hurt me deep with your piercing harsh words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything was fine until you came along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sheela needs something/someone desperately to cheer her up &amp;amp; make this bad feeling go away. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4026442198268543364?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4026442198268543364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4026442198268543364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4026442198268543364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4026442198268543364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6102695553970046648</id><published>2009-06-18T17:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:24:29.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning was a real drama when my Mum found out that her money were all gone in her wallet. I was already rushing for time since I will be meeting my ML group for our ML project. My Mum was going, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Where the hell is all my money? I placed it here yesterday!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was desperately wanting to leave already. She spent 10-15 minutes trying to figure out where she'd placed her money. After the pointless search, guess what? The money was there all along, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this small zipper and my Mum was clueless about it. I could have been pissed but I can't - my Mum's panic expression was priceless. Damn it, I should have snapped her picture. Alright, moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; enjoyed today's meet-up with my my ML group. We discussed and we came up with pretty decent and creative ideas for our project. I could hardly wait for our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next meet-up, which will be next Wednesday. Hopefully we'll get everything done by then.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 4hours or so in the library, we went our separate ways. I had an impromptu lunch date with Sacha! I tried contacting Maria but she was nowhere reachable. I was planning to trim my ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ir at the usual salon. My hair aren't growing - all thanks to my bushy hair and stupid split ends. Hopefully I'll get it done before school reopens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjo_M5uWN1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Tqo78V09Wts/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 504px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjo_M5uWN1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Tqo78V09Wts/s400/DSC00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348656998342080338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shania was very adorable at Mac Donald and Sacha was being her usual motherly self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't know that you have that much of motherly touch in you, Sacha. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjoLDkSFW-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/Mo80-xD1iF0/s1600-h/asasasasa.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6102695553970046648?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6102695553970046648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6102695553970046648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6102695553970046648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6102695553970046648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-morning-was-real-drama-when-my-mum.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without You'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjo_M5uWN1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Tqo78V09Wts/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4835663611814153384</id><published>2009-06-17T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:09:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjj4CL_MSAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7h8uhDSMo4E/s1600-h/272822610_52a353b8e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjj4CL_MSAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7h8uhDSMo4E/s320/272822610_52a353b8e4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348297273963726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to New York City one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will visit the Times Square and shop till there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will watch every show on the Broadway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will pamper myself to the Jacuzzi in The Plaza hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will find myself loving New York City more than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4835663611814153384?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4835663611814153384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4835663611814153384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4835663611814153384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4835663611814153384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjj4CL_MSAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7h8uhDSMo4E/s72-c/272822610_52a353b8e4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1861864954610190206</id><published>2009-06-17T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:22:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tide is high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't be bothered to figure out the answers to my Math questions. Instead, I did Book Trails - yay Sheela! I could have completed or at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to figure the answers to my Math questions if only my Mum hadn't barged into the room and asked me to sleep because it had past midnight already. What can I do? It's the Queen's orders. I have to obey or I'll have to bear the consequences. In this case, no execution - just Her Majesty's usual nags. To be honest, I'll rather have the execution or anything else except the nags. When my Mum starts, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;forgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm spending another typical Wednesday afternoon at home. I'll most probably start reading Deathly Hallows - the last and final book of Harry Potter. Hell yes, I'm done with the other book yesterday night! For a moment, I thought I shed a tear or two when I was reading the part Albus Dumbledore died. Seriously, I can totally imagine that scene in the movies. FYI, I watched the trailer like a gazillion times, trying to figure out which part is which in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha, I'm laughing my ass off watching the videos of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas Brothers Cherubs in Bootcamp &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe Jonas dancing to Single Ladies&lt;/span&gt;! I laughed too much that my stomach is now painful. Damnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjig_ImJyWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6ur4cmL0n2g/s1600-h/kris_allen1_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjig_ImJyWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6ur4cmL0n2g/s320/kris_allen1_320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348201564002175330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kris Allen(!) appeared on The Ellen DeGeneres Show yesterday evening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've already watched the live telecast but who doesn't want to watch the second telecast when Kris will be in? Besides, I'm one of Ellen's hardcore fans. She has the coolest talk show ever! I'm still wondering why she never telecast her shows here - in Singapore. I would love to go to her show and get all the free gifts! Mind you, it's not a goodie bag consisting of free pens and party hats. She gave away iPod Classic on yesterday's show to every single one of her audience plus a free downloads in iTunes card! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; iPod Classic. I'm saving up for that, since last December. However, looking at how much my piggybank has now - I doubt I will even get to buy the iPod Classic when I turn 25! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dammmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*image courtesy of Google.com&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-1861864954610190206?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1861864954610190206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1861864954610190206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1861864954610190206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1861864954610190206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/tide-is-high.html' title='Tide is high'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sjig_ImJyWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6ur4cmL0n2g/s72-c/kris_allen1_320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4827839650833446394</id><published>2009-06-16T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:57:25.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me make you ponder on things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told you I will be back tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I personally believed that I'd watched the best episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighting Spiders &lt;/span&gt;ever! Okay, I should define 'best' as the most valuable. It really was about friendship and love. Funny how fragile these two matters are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny how many people take this lightly. Friends are the people that are next closest to you besides your family. Friends take you by the hand and lead you to the right path when you're unsure of your direction. Friends help you out when you're stuck with a difficult Algebraic Manipulation question. Friends are there to listen to your woes, cries and even share your happiness.  Fancy how many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; friendship. Wealth and popularity aren't everything, my dears. If your friend is rich and no nuts about being a good friend yet you stuck up to that bratty friend of yours, you are just simply pathetic. Who cares if you're friend can afford Gucci like how you can afford a $0.70 vanilla ice cream in Mac Donald? Will she be the one who understands you for someone you can afford a $0.70 vanilla ice cream in Mac Donald? Or will she just be someone who boss you around and calls you her BFF when she herself doesn't have freaking idea what friendship really meant? Just like in the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. One thing for sure - money makes people do the craziest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha, I'm smiling to myself as I'm typing these very words. Well, love is not really about boy girl thing. I love my mother, I love my friends, I love my books collection and oh, I love Kris Allen(!). Love - the appreciation of someone. You care and only wants the best for that person. Sacrifices and love comes together, in a way. You make sacrifices for you loved ones. It is all because of a simply reason - you care for that person. See, how it all linked up? Love is respecting and accepting others as who they are. Be thankful to God for what He had given your loved ones. Yes, everything starts with appreciation, care and respect. In other words, everything starts with love. You can't see love. Like they said - love is blind. However, you can definitely can feel love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I've said enough now. I guess I'm going to have a long shower and continue with finishing up my assignments. I can't seem to sleep anyway, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So why waste the time? I can finish up my last 3 questions of Mathematics - if I can ever figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh well, goodnight for now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4827839650833446394?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4827839650833446394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4827839650833446394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4827839650833446394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4827839650833446394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-me-make-you-ponder-on-things.html' title='Let me make you ponder on things.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4188869213140626289</id><published>2009-06-16T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:48:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad mad mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must say that time travel faster whenever you're using the computer. I'm eating sweet grapes that my married sister accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; microwaved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (yes, she did - oh no, long story). It actually tasted pretty decent considering the fact that it was microwaved and all. Oh well, who gives a damn whether it's microwaved or not. The bloody grapes are still going into my stomach, into the intestines and all. Alright, I have no idea why I even opened my big mouth in the first place and rambled on about microwaved grapes. There are so many ways or topics to start the post yet I chose microwaved grapes! Okay enough already. Moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm already at Chapter 25 of Harry Potter &amp;amp; Half-Blood Prince. I don't know why but I love to talk about Harry Potter just as much as I love to talk about Kris Allen(!) ! I really do, they are the best people to talk about! Call me a stalker or a freak for all I care - nothing is going to change how I feel about these two men! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kris Allen(!) - with his voice so alluring and his charisma on stage whenever he is performing. Oh oh oh, how can I ever forget that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lopsided grin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;of his! Uh-huh, that smile that made me head over heels about him! I personally think that his smile is the best thing about him. Really, one smile and he can make women walking along the streets faint! Sometimes (okay, most of the time. Alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;) I will have goosebumps whenever he is performing on stage. Not the bad goosebumps but its the otherwise. There is just something about him when he's singing that makes you look  at him (more like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ogle at him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for me) and go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Awwwwww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Really! Okay, maybe this is only happening to me or to Kris Allen(!)'s hardcore fans. Still, I love it! I love it! I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The simple explanation to why I'm crazy about Harry Potter - his courage. Really, if you read all the books and watched all the movies, you will find that the most outstanding thing about Harry Potter is simply his courage. For a young boy, going through what he's going through or gone through requires a lot of courage. Mr Potter here definitely possess great courage.  I know the story is fictional and all. One thing I can say is, his acting is really commendable then. You can feel the pain of what he's going through, his feelings and all. A totally talented actor, I must say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, I'm going to stop here before I bore you off with my continuous ramblings of Kris Allen(!) and Harry Potter. Just a little note before I go - I personally believed that Adam Lambert looks way better looking with black hair rather than his original hair colour with is brownish blonde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Expect to hear from me again. I couldn't help it - blogging is very fun! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4188869213140626289?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4188869213140626289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4188869213140626289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4188869213140626289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4188869213140626289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-mad-mad-world.html' title='Mad mad mad World'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-2995467580149341558</id><published>2009-06-15T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:37:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Nibblets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am extremely at loss right now since I've completed the 120 vocabulary word bank for English. Yet I have no intention of turning in early (silly me, it's one minute to midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sheela!)  since I know I won't be able to fall asleep. Yes, like I mentioned - I have trouble sleeping at night nowadays. Yes, I will fall asleep but only after countless times of tossing and turning in my bed. I'll then wake up in the middle of the night feeling restless and very thirsty. I am suspecting that I might be turning into a vampire. Vampires don't sleep and they are always (well, most of them) thirsty for, well , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I can't imagine myself drinking someone else's blood and enjoying it! Eww, gross mental image. Delete! Delete! Delete! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But hey, look at the bright side. I always have nice, beautiful and sometimes even the best dreams. This only happens when I can't seem to fall asleep and not when I'm all tired and knocked out the moment my head hit the pillow. Ironic, isn't it ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;School is starting in two weeks and I'm pretty excited about it! I miss my classmates, my schoolmates and teachers! Two weeks seem like a pretty long time. But with time flying at 999km/h, the day will come pretty soon. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Mum is not working tomorrow as well - just like today. The little perks of my Mum being at home are that she will be cooking scrumptious meals and my chores are pretty lightened. Except for the occasional, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sheela, break those ice now!"&lt;/span&gt; which has been my chore ever since there wasn't any domestic helper. Only silly me, will accidentally &lt;s&gt;on purpose&lt;/s&gt; forget to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, she will always tell me to do my chore when I'm busy drawing the bloody graphs (intense concentration) or reading the part when Harry Potter was in the Pensieve with Albus Dumbledore - getting information out of Lord Voldermort's secret life. In other words, she always calls on me at the wrong time. So tell me, how on earth am I ever going to pay attention to what she is saying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, my Harry Potter book is burning right next to me. Oh well, duty calls. Funny thing is that, after reading close to half of the book today, I never get tired and just wants more. Sheela is a geek. Correction - Sheela is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bigtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As long as I'm happy - that term is fine with me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-2995467580149341558?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2995467580149341558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=2995467580149341558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2995467580149341558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2995467580149341558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-nibblets.html' title='Sweet Nibblets'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3291136313487719887</id><published>2009-06-15T17:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:48:35.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you for hurting her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm at the climax for Harry Potter &amp;amp; Half-Blood Prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Harry Potter, I swear! Maria hates it, and I don't know even know why. Well, yeah it might be geeky and all but honestly if you had kept up with the book/movie from the start, you will definitely agree 101 percent with me that Harry Potter is actually a decent character after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I started watching my first ever Harry Potter when I was 8! I didn't really understand the movie. Come on, how can an eight-year-old understand what on earth is a sorcerer's stone? Or the importance of killing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Dark Lord or known as Lord Voldermort? Well, eight-year-old Sheela knew one thing for sure - Daniel Radcliffe was my first ever celebrity crush.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't stop there, obviously. I watched and read the other movies and books. I must say that Harry leads such an adventurous and thrilling life! Though, it is kind of a pity to lose his parents at such a young age. Imagine having your parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He totally has my empathy, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm rereading the sixth book. I just have to refresh my memory on what happened before I watch the upcoming movie which will be in cinemas this July/August! Hopefully the movie wouldn't be a disappointment like Twilight. Twilight is a nice movie but compared to the book - it is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just polished off my second bowl of corn (prawn - rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, Maria!)  pudding and I think I will help myself to the third h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;elping. Corn pudding are joy to the world. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjYkLZapE7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/g83HNScb7YU/s1600-h/l_d5c648b7de8b4ac1b1d0f80a3893bc99.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjYkLZapE7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/g83HNScb7YU/s400/l_d5c648b7de8b4ac1b1d0f80a3893bc99.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501385768833970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; The Allens - gorgeous people.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Kris Allen &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Image courtesy of AmericanIdol.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3291136313487719887?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3291136313487719887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3291136313487719887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3291136313487719887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3291136313487719887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-you-for-hurting-her.html' title='I hate you for hurting her.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjYkLZapE7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/g83HNScb7YU/s72-c/l_d5c648b7de8b4ac1b1d0f80a3893bc99.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8277678746113542574</id><published>2009-06-14T12:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:37:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mozilla Firefox is getting on my nerves - once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since Mozilla Firefox is being a whore, I have no choice but to use super-laggy Internet Explorer. This is damn frustrating ! These problems with my computer started only when my Mum started watching her Korean drama using my desktop. Yes, my Mum is crazy and obessed with this particular Korean drama that she watches faithfully every night online. &lt;em&gt;Did I mention on&lt;strong&gt; my&lt;/strong&gt; computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But the funny thing is when I visit Youtube.com or any of Kris Allen(!) sites or anything, my computer doesn't lag at all ! It is creepy, I swear ! But I guess, I can't blame it - Kris Allen(!) is too adorable not to be liked !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even Anisa - one of Adam Lambert's hardcore fan - is taking a tiny puny bit of favour for Kris Allen ! Can you believe it ?! Maybe because I'd brainwashed her too much. Still, when I pointed it out to her, she just exclaimed that she adores the wife and not Kris Allen(!). &lt;em&gt;Yeah, right Anisa ! Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Speaking of which, if you are updated with American Idol Season 8 runner-up winner, Adam Lambert, you would all have realised that Adam Lambert &lt;em&gt;"admitted he'd been crushing on his roommate in the Idol mansion, Kris Allen. "&lt;/em&gt; - according to Rolling Stone ( is this some kind of a gay magazine? ) cover story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Adam Lambert's words :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I was like, 'Oh, s---, they put me with the cute guy ... Distracting!' He's guy that I found attractive in the whole group on the show ... totally my type – except that he has a wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I can say is - Thank God Kris Allen(!) is married ! Sorry, Adam - try harder next time ! rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040371200474194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 380px; height: 260px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjSA40UTvFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DC_cJt9IKj4/s400/alg_idol-finalists.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HA, imagine all those times they hugged ! What was Adam thinking all those while? Hmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, they make a good pair -&lt;em&gt; NOT a couple, Anisa !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A good singing pair - two &lt;em&gt;totally different&lt;/em&gt; people coming together and make music. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*Image courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nydailynews.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8277678746113542574?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8277678746113542574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8277678746113542574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8277678746113542574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8277678746113542574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-worlds.html' title='two worlds'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjSA40UTvFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DC_cJt9IKj4/s72-c/alg_idol-finalists.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1164365725181007055</id><published>2009-06-13T20:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:38:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Anisaaa &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had an amazing time today with Anisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a study date with Anisa today at her crib. Basically, knowing us, it didn't even turn out to be a study date ! We crapped, we gossiped, we had lots of fun ! I practically fell in love with her laptop - or to be more specific her Web Cam !  We practically took a million pictures with it and even two damn retarded videos ! Anisa taught me how to play the tabs and we bought ourselves identical picks for our guitars ! Anisa gave me a keychain from Mecca and she have the same one !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww, sweeet much &lt;3 face="arial"&gt;I think the most hilarious incident that happened today was us getting chased by a dog, literally. It was more like the dog barking at us and we running away from it ! It's not even as if the dog can chase us ! Still, it's damn funny and tiring from the run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh oh - pictures taken from Anisa's awesome Web Cam !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOgL6U23fI/AAAAAAAAAek/StJ3zgOnUFQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090613_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOgL6U23fI/AAAAAAAAAek/StJ3zgOnUFQ/s320/Snapshot_20090613_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346793309114654194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOgy8MijaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wkVjRiiUzMk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090613_24+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOgy8MijaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wkVjRiiUzMk/s320/Snapshot_20090613_24+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346793979631537570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOggNCzqyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gg-bWvdUSkM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090613_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOggNCzqyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gg-bWvdUSkM/s320/Snapshot_20090613_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346793657736604450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, this is nothing compared to the amount of pictures we took.&lt;br /&gt;Still, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anisa loves me like how Adam loves Kris ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOhhubu5wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YFE-mFTJPSA/s1600-h/3448882225_3371c1c5a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOhhubu5wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YFE-mFTJPSA/s320/3448882225_3371c1c5a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346794783391016706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adam has a crush on Kris Allen during the American Idol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kris is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'distraction'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'totally his type'&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Even hot gays love Kris Allen &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1164365725181007055?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1164365725181007055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1164365725181007055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1164365725181007055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1164365725181007055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/insane-anisaaa-3.html' title='Insane Anisaaa &lt;3'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjOgL6U23fI/AAAAAAAAAek/StJ3zgOnUFQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20090613_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-778943136323472590</id><published>2009-06-12T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:38:37.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My computer is being an absolute whore, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Mum used the computer to watch her all-time favourite Korean drama for five freaking hours ! Thanks to that - now, my computer is lagging like hell ! I'm using Internet Explorer instead of Mozilla Firefox. This is frustrating !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hannah Montana The Movie&lt;/span&gt; again just now with Maria, Shu Yi and Wendy. It was a total last minute plan. We had lunch at Pizza Hut and Joyce came and joined us. I swear, now I'm left with $15 to last me till the end of the vacation. Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All that waiting for my Mum to be done with her drama made me lazy to even have a proper update. Most probably I'll just update tomorrow ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My computer is driving me insaneeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-778943136323472590?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/778943136323472590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=778943136323472590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/778943136323472590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/778943136323472590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-you.html' title='Damn you!'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1120358025316184258</id><published>2009-06-11T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:14:38.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just shut the hell up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've said enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In fact - you've said more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're just wasting your bloody breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's not as if I'm going to change because of what you've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In your bloody dreams, woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Keep quiet already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1120358025316184258?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1120358025316184258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1120358025316184258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1120358025316184258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1120358025316184258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up.html' title='shut up'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5432631854512479322</id><published>2009-06-11T09:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:38:57.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabes should burn in hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the most beautiful dream yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's been awhile since I had a nice dream. Or when I actually remembered my dream ! Well, yesterday's night dream felt so real - for a moment, I thought the dream was really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; reality. However, I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; so it is highly impossible for that dream to ever come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sucks - things will be different if that dream were to ever came true. Maybe, maybe not ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agenda for the day is to complete all handwritten (?) assignments by today. By looking at my progress of my work pace, I think I can manage. I did finished up some Mathematics questions yesterday which were the graph questions. It was somewhat challenging since I can never be accurate in drawing my graphs and I'll used up more than 3 pieces of paper just to complete &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;graph question. Hell yes, my graph drawing is beyond commendation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I was distracted, thanks to the television. I was watching Prison Break with my second sister. Well, &lt;u&gt;it is&lt;/u&gt; Prison Break - all the suspense and excitement. So you can totally figure which of the two got most of my attention - my Mathematics graph drawing or Prison Break ( or to be more specific - Wentwort Miller ) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo, I spotted some wannabes in blogger. This is, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjB2AIrW-EI/AAAAAAAAAec/nguVm2W92Ss/s1600-h/3320089681_75796bfa94_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 514px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjB2AIrW-EI/AAAAAAAAAec/nguVm2W92Ss/s400/3320089681_75796bfa94_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345902502390200386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Kris Allen(!) wanted to be a baseball player initially but he realized that he wasn't athletic enough.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww, adorable much &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Photobucket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-5432631854512479322?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5432631854512479322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5432631854512479322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5432631854512479322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5432631854512479322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/wannabes-should-burn-in-hell.html' title='Wannabes should burn in hell'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SjB2AIrW-EI/AAAAAAAAAec/nguVm2W92Ss/s72-c/3320089681_75796bfa94_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-302517516703747853</id><published>2009-06-10T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:39:18.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners - where are you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 hours of studying left me restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was my study date with Syarafina. I thought it went pretty well minus the slacking after four serious hours of studying. Come on, who can handle more than four hours of studying in an empty stomach when it's already lunch? I know I can't. We slacked and just chatted after getting really hungry and tired of studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were planning to go off for lunch when the couple next to us wanted to leave for lunch as well. The guy asked us if we could look after their belongings so that they could have their lunch. Syarafina and I agreed because we are good citizens - HA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess what? We waited for them to be back so we can leave and have our lunch, for like what, ONE HOUR ! I mean, two hungry/starving girls are waiting for you to be back so they can grab something to eat - what would you do? Take your own sweet time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were freaking pissed and we could just leave their belongings there and grab ourselves lunch. But no, we are good people - again, HA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;, the couple got back. What did Syarafina and I did? We packed our bags and wanted to leave badly since we're starving like hell ! And the best part ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NEITHER OF THEM SAID THANKS OR SORRY TO KEEP US WAITING FOR SO LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, that couple are way older than us. When you're older shouldn't you have more sense of urgency and better maturity? But it seems to me, Syarafina and myself have better manners than those two &lt;u&gt;so-called&lt;/u&gt; adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does it hurt to say '' Oh, thanks for taking care of our belongings and sorry to keep you waiting. " ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is that too hard to say to us? Will it hurt their pride if their said 'thanks' and 'sorry' to us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small young girls&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, I do wonder sometimes - what happened to people's manners ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si-FreUOJXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sA7Pej1PQAU/s1600-h/Kris-Allen-kris-allen-6196412-501-376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si-FreUOJXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sA7Pej1PQAU/s400/Kris-Allen-kris-allen-6196412-501-376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638264630814066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least Kris Allen(!) cheered me up, literally. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Image courtesy of Flickr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-302517516703747853?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/302517516703747853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=302517516703747853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/302517516703747853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/302517516703747853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/manners-where-are-you.html' title='Manners - where are you ?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si-FreUOJXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sA7Pej1PQAU/s72-c/Kris-Allen-kris-allen-6196412-501-376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5270401972819213035</id><published>2009-06-09T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:08:33.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TREAT PEOPLE WITH RESPECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY THE HATE / LOATHE .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THERE ARE SUCH THING AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND DOWNRIGHT RUDENESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAUSE WHAT YOU CHOOSE REFLECTS WHAT KIND OF A PERSON YOU ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BE IT GOOD OR BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KEEP YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's hard. I have people that I don't favour as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still, SELF-CONTROL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5270401972819213035?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5270401972819213035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5270401972819213035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5270401972819213035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5270401972819213035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/treat-people-with-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-2804207379553567427</id><published>2009-06-09T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:11:17.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - funny thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't blame me if I'm updating for the second time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; computer obviously, seduced me. Really ! I went off just now and wanted to take a quick shower and continue with my holiday assignments. I'm finally done with History - Mr Shah better give me a good grade for this piece of work. I took a quick shower and organized my stationery. I went to my room and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was, motionless yet calling out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eing sympathetic (?) , I just couldn't resist but I just &lt;u&gt;have to&lt;/u&gt; switch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on ! Really, it wasn't my fault, honest ! I was left with no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was calling out for me ! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough already. I'm obviously blaming the computer for procrastinating my work once again. Well, that's why tomorrow, I have a study date with Syarafina ! Yes, I'll do anything (not) to be far away from this seductive computer of mine so I can complete my assignments without any disturbance.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what I'm going to do for the whole week. Heck care if I have to go alone to the library - what's the point of iPod then? My iPod can accompany me. Wait, my left earpiece died on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, I have my phone. Yes, I will be making my way to the library regardless whether I'm alone or with someone. I have a weakness of declining offers of my seductive computer. Okay, that sounds way wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, even Einstein have no answers to first love - which is surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find the answers? Einstein can't find it, but that doesn't mean I can't either. Maybe I will find it, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God knows when that day will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si5GQx7fjwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2oW4oosBJHc/s1600-h/normal_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 595px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si5GQx7fjwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2oW4oosBJHc/s400/normal_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345287061830078210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know one thing for sure - I love Kris Allen(!) always &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picture courtesy of KrisAllenFan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-2804207379553567427?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2804207379553567427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=2804207379553567427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2804207379553567427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2804207379553567427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-funny-thing.html' title='Love - funny thing.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si5GQx7fjwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2oW4oosBJHc/s72-c/normal_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5311072652325222464</id><published>2009-06-09T13:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:07:52.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna miss a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's study date with Maria was cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up late this morning and I got pissed with myself. The initial plan was to be up early and get down with my holiday assignments. Only I wasn't up early and now I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;getting down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; (?) with my holiday assignments. I've wasted half of the morning just like that !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why I've always wondered to myself, why do people even bother sleeping in? I don't usually sleep in and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad. When I do sleep in, I will feel lost out - don't ask me why, but I do. It seems like half of my day is dead and gone. Which results in me having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;only the other half of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; to complete my agenda for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That sucks, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically my agenda for today is to complete the almighty English and D&amp;amp;T assignments. Maybe a little bit of History and Science self-directed learning packages in Lead.com .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For History, Mr Shah had specially requested for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; "interesting visual work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; and that simply meant, I have to print out my work in coloured ink. Which also means that I have to make my way down to almighty Zap It and get it printed since my Mum stopped purchasing coloured ink after she found out that my married sister used those ink to print out Walt Disney cartoon characters for her cute lil students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;See how complicated my life is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of my married sister, she and her husband are away to Indonesia for their second honeymoon in less than 2 months ! Also, I found out that my Dad had paid part of their air tickets ! It was pretty decent of my Dad to do something that sweet since he will make unnecessary noise whenever I asked him for an extra $2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I have to get back to my assignments. Maybe later after I listen to Kris Allen (!) singing the National Anthem at the NBA Finals. HA, I told you I love Kris Allen (!) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si4AgQ4B3LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZDThWixrFt8/s1600-h/asasasas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si4AgQ4B3LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZDThWixrFt8/s400/asasasas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345210362021141682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I laughed my ass off when I looked at this picture !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry Kris, but I still love you a lot &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5311072652325222464?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5311072652325222464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5311072652325222464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5311072652325222464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5311072652325222464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna miss a thing'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Si4AgQ4B3LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZDThWixrFt8/s72-c/asasasas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3410225161431324876</id><published>2009-06-08T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:08:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria was a total &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ah soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; today, I swear - in a good way !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just finished sending text messages to almost three quarter of the Choir members - asking for their birth dates. Ms Grace wants me to email her on the Choir members' updated handphone numbers and birth dates. I bet the Choir members must have thought I'm insane - being absolute random !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I met up with Maria today. She was damn adorable today, I swear ! She cracked me up with her retardedness and cuteness ! We were shopping for stationery  in Popular and had lunch cum dinner at Pizza Hut. Maria, once again, was being damn adorable. I laughed at her and she called me insane, laughing for no reason. Man, I love that girl !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoah, Kris Allen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; is ringing off the hook right now since it is my message tone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm too busy to update proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hearty chat with Sophee - my new internet friend who is as insane about Kris Allen (!) as I am ! Also, ANISA IS BACK ! I MISS HER LOADS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I'm going to have a quick shower now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3410225161431324876?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3410225161431324876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3410225161431324876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3410225161431324876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3410225161431324876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8442556535000521606</id><published>2009-06-06T19:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:08:29.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss SL camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Student Leadership Camp was one of the best yet scariest camps ever, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I'm back from the camp. The facilitators were great and fun people to be with. I swear, they can think of the most ridiculous games and the Student Leaders will have fun despite everything! Though there were times when the facils totally had a change of personality - split personality disorder -  and totally started being tough with us. I think the Senior Student Councilor (SSC) are aware and gotten used to this unlike the Junior Student Councilor (JSC). So, it was pretty scary for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The first day's activities was more to bonding with the group - HeeHorh ! Yes, we totally bonded. At first, it was awkward talking to people you do not know but then we gotten over our shyness - do I have one, lol ! - and we just let open. There were times when we totally have to work together as a team like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Caterpillar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; ! We have to be on the floor and our legs must be locked to the person in front of us and the group had to move just like a caterpillar by only using our hands to lift us up. Rifqah was laughing the whole way ! It was damn hilarious, I swear ! HeeHorh had to do it twice because we broke the chain before the last person passed the finishing line. Despite being tired and all, we persevere through and managed to finish it up. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;telematch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; was fun aswell ! We had to skipped, turned around and around, deep our head inside a plate of flour to find M&amp;amp;Ms, squeezed juice from fruits without using hands and finally, tie ourselves together with rafia string ! Tiring, yes. Fun, hell yes ! We had to play this Doctor games at night after dinner where we have to find doctors for specific diseases. Hilarious and totally team-bonding session !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The morning Physical Traininfg (PT) was like whoah. I'm not a physical person so I was struggling abit. But some of the SLs (Student Leaders) were really nice and encouraged me all the way. Well, here comes the day's activity - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Dawn Of W&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Sounds interesting right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The game was exactly like a real war! We were divided into 3 groups - Yellow(my team), Red and Green - and had checkpoints and bases each. Each group have to take the other groups' flags from bases and conquer the checkpoints! Man, were the Green and Red team violent! They were alliance and came attacking the Yellows like they were really going for war! &lt;u&gt;You can hear them even before you can see them!&lt;/u&gt; It was fun, with the hiding from 'enemies' and stuff. I totally felt like Totally Spies. It wasn't my kind of game, but I had fun still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, night falls and it was barbeque. Another bonding session with the SLs ! I had great fun talking and playing catching (deprived childhood) with them. Soon, fun time is over and the scariest event in the entire camp. We had to do PT and it's nothing compared to the morning PT.  It was tougher and the facils were scary. We had to do push-ups, jumping jacks, be in pump-up position and so on. Yes, and we have to do it fast or we have to do it again. Ariani broke down when we were all in pump-up position for 3minutes. Afterwards, the facils gave out eggs and we have to take care of the egg as if it's part of our lives. Nothing happened to my egg, thank god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon, we were blind-folded and went for a 'night walk' around the school. It was frightening since I have no idea where the facils were taking us. Then came the obstacles. We had to go through (crawling) the tunnel with green beans and sunflower seeds on the ground plus the ground was a rough surfaced. Painful, hell yes ! I thought my kneecap was bleeding after awhile. After the tunnel, more PT from my team's facil, Michelle. Tough, yes but I'm proud of myself because I endured it all the way. We had a de-brief after the whole thing and everyone was allowed to sleep in and only had to report the next day at 9am! Yes, we worked very hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That 'night walk' taught me something about leadership. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; easy being a leader. There are many challenges that you have to surreal through. You must always be ready to lead and serve others. Never hold back what you want to do. Most importantly, support each other to reach success. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, came today morning. We did our very&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; last makan &lt;/span&gt;cheer. We had an hour of reflections and the rest of the morning was for area cleaning. HeeHorh had to do the canteen. Whoah, the canteen is very clean now! Then, Melvin - our trainer - made us write notes to each other and put them into cute packages. I received sweet notes from people and I'll keep them always. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Illya, Fina, Maria and myself had lunch at Mac. I was damn full after eating half of my McSpicy ! I got home and slept till 7pm. I missed my bed so much !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I should stop now. I have to get ready. Mum, Dad, sister and myself plus our nighbour and family are going to Mustafa Centre ! It's been ages since I've been there. I have yet to eat ever since lunch and I'm kinda starving right now. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm going to look at Kris Allen pictures afterwards . I haven't seen them for TWO AND A HALF DAYS ! Omfg, I was missing his songs and pictures so much !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SipkCqMXmRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hAGwMPmix7c/s1600-h/8060236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SipkCqMXmRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hAGwMPmix7c/s400/8060236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344193904677198098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Awww, I missed Kris Allen(!) so much for the past two and a half days !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sipkq6h6G9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/5UbwByUHa8I/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sipkq6h6G9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/5UbwByUHa8I/s400/s320x240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344194596257274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Sacha, is your 10 days trip over already ? I miss you so much, girl. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8442556535000521606?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8442556535000521606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8442556535000521606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8442556535000521606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8442556535000521606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-sl-camp.html' title='I miss SL camp.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SipkCqMXmRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hAGwMPmix7c/s72-c/8060236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5065437500047955833</id><published>2009-06-03T21:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:08:46.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What a day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I mentioned in my earlier post(s), today was the Pizza Hut treat for the Choir members ! Yes, it was fun and I'm still full from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the Oriental Chicken, chicken drumstick(s) and strawberry ice cream - the desert was only ONE scoop of strawberry flavoured ice cream with TWO M&amp;amp;Ms and ONE Oreo biscuit. Still, it was a nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e day today spent with the Choir members. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e laughed, we joked and we even started planning on Secondary One Orientation 2010 ! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, the four seniors - Liyana, Haizan, Cynthia and Syah, together with Illya and myself went for a movie, NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2 ! The movie is damn hilarious and it is a must-watch for those who enjoys comedy and loves Ben Stiller - ME ! We took NeoPrints in Timezone and that was one of the damn funny experiences. We were all so excited and hyper ! I'm so going to miss those FOUR STRONG PILLARS OF CHOIR - as m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;entioned by Ms Grace many times !&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to stop my post right here. I have yet to pack for tomorrow's camp ! And what if I have shortages of items? My Mum is going to kill me if I were to ask her to get those  items that I don't have at the very last minute ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damnnnnnnnnnnnn, I'm so dead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiZ4vI_donI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7-WlnhoChi8/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiZ4vI_donI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7-WlnhoChi8/s400/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343090759184523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't take many pictures today because Illya and I were giving our undivided attention to the FOOD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiZ5ZEOC7pI/AAAAAAAAAds/VntO2ClRK0w/s1600-h/american-idol628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiZ5ZEOC7pI/AAAAAAAAAds/VntO2ClRK0w/s400/american-idol628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091479458016914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine THREE days without looking/listening at/to Kris Allen(!) !&lt;br /&gt;I can cry! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, stop it. BACK TO PACKING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5065437500047955833?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5065437500047955833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5065437500047955833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5065437500047955833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5065437500047955833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiZ4vI_donI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7-WlnhoChi8/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6017272060244955029</id><published>2009-06-02T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:08:57.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People nowadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't care if this is my THIRD post of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE TO POST WHAT HAPPENED EARLIER ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. I was all innocently reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Princess in Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; in the living room when a salesperson knocked on the door. It was an Indonesian man, selling this weird traditional medication. He showed me the medication and stuffs. I told him &lt;u&gt;politely&lt;/u&gt; that I wasn't interested in buying those medication. He then asked for my parents. I told him they weren't at home - which is true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess what that freaking guy did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HE TOLD ME THAT I'M AN UNAPPRECIATIVE PERSON, SHOOK HIS HEAD AND WALKED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU MISTER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It wasn't like I was being rude or anything. I totally declined him &lt;u&gt;politely&lt;/u&gt;! Oh no, he got the cheek to call me an unappreciative person and STILL dare to shake his head and walked off WITHOUT saying thank you or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, I'm the customer here. And in the first place, you are supposed to promote your items for customers to buy. You don't go around calling your customers UNAPPRECIATIVE person when your customer doesn't want to buy whatever you are selling! What kind of service are you providing, you Indonesian Mister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was damn pissed that I nearly wanted to give The Finger. But I won't stoop to his level - unable to accept unsuccessful sale ! But seriously, IS THAT WHAT A SALESPERSON SHOULD DO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean, this isn't my first bad experiment with services provided. But, I can say that : THIS WAS THE WORST! Omg, I can feel my blood boiling all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is happening to the world? Why is everyone being so negative? Why can't everyone be nice to each other and ACCEPT UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPT OF A SALE (this is meant for that Indonesian Mister) and move on to the next sale ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to tell my parents to place a giant poster outside my house that says "NO &lt;u&gt; SNOTTY &lt;/u&gt; SALESPERSON PLEASE" - just like my neighbour on the first floor (except they didn't put 'snotty') !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay enough about the Indonesian Mister.  I'm going back to my History write-up on the major political parties during the post war and indepen -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I REALLY DON'T FAVOUR THAT SALESPERSON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6017272060244955029?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6017272060244955029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6017272060244955029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6017272060244955029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6017272060244955029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-nowadays.html' title='People nowadays'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8509449123936873852</id><published>2009-06-02T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:23:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is so predictable, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess I should stop complaining and whining on how boring my vacation is turning out to be. Maybe I should take Natalie's advice - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"go shopping and get some girl treatment la! like spend lots of money shopping! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. I swear, that girl is adorable. She gets excited over tiny things, like ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, my second update of the day. That explains how pathetic my life is right now. I've watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ellen DeGeneres Show&lt;/span&gt; online, episode after episode. I've went to get MacDonalds for my granny, sister and myself for lunch. I spent 20minutes, figuring out what to wear for tomorrow's Pizza Hut treat. IOh, how can I forget? I've hogged the computer for 4 hours already. My Mum is going to kill me big time when she receives this month's PUB bill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Syarafina sent me an E-Card! That is so sweet of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00009c;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00009c;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"SHEELALALA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Here's just something for you. I am serious bored every vacation  day now. So I guess I'll be sending you e-cards e-ver-yday oh? So must check  your mailbox frequently.  Hehe.I hope this brightens up your day. In here also I will keep you  updated with my daily life. Kay, bored Fina is signing off. Her love for Sheela will never  diminish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loads, Fina.&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;P.S. I love you  Sheela." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AWWW, isn't that sweet of Fina? That message came together with this adorable video. However I'm not that IT savvy, I don't know how to place the video in here. You can't blame me, it runs the blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh well Fina, if you're reading this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you so much for that E-Card! You really made me smile. I've known you for a close to two years now, and every single time you never fail to make me smile with your cuteness! Honestly, I'm glad I came to know you and that we're classmates. You will always be my Fina(nanana)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8509449123936873852?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8509449123936873852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8509449123936873852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8509449123936873852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8509449123936873852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-make-me-smile.html' title='Friends make me smile'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8609144576119730849</id><published>2009-06-02T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:19:44.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sacha's gone off to Manila. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went for a jog alone in the morning. My, there were so many people jogging! Well, mostly, they are the oldies. Maybe I'll be going again in the evening with my married sister - it's funny calling her that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Pizza Hut treat is tomorrow and I have no freaking idea what to wear! I wish Sacha was here to give me some ideas. I tried calling Maria but I think her prepaid is low, that's why I can't get through her. Anisa is far far away in the Middle East! Speaking of Anisa, I'm missing her alot! It feels weird not having her texting me everyday. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gosh, I'm missing all my friends badly and it's only Day Two of the vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I swear, I rather be in school with my friends rather than staying at home. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, I'm going to watch movie now. I'll update more later. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8609144576119730849?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8609144576119730849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8609144576119730849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8609144576119730849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8609144576119730849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3963595795468822802</id><published>2009-06-01T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:11:47.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.33pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time, move faster now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've drank a packet of Vitasoy - despite not liking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've drank a can of F&amp;amp;N Cheeky Cherrynade - and now my tongue is red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've drank a cup of Milo - and I'm getting the stomach aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sacha went AWOL, for the 101th time.&lt;/span&gt; );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3963595795468822802?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3963595795468822802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3963595795468822802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3963595795468822802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3963595795468822802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1716274585427850695</id><published>2009-06-01T12:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:29:47.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;I'm very bored. Holidays sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Boring. Boring. BORING. Can the holidays get any more boring? Honestly, I spent the whole morning watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:MS Gothic;" &gt;Lizzie McGuire The Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt; - Oooooo, Adam Lamberg is freaking hot! - and I thought by the time I'm done w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;h the movie, it wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;ll be noon. Nooooooo, it was only 10am! Time is crawling when I want it t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;o move faster.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Oh, I wanted to go for a jog this morning. But I was contemplating and decided not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;to go since I would be jogging alone- I don't like doing things alone. I don't know why but I find it weird to do things alone, without someone with you. Don't you agr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;ee with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt; And guess what? When I came out from my room, my ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;rried sister - I think I'm going to call her that from now on - just came back from a jog! And th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;e b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;est part is, SHE DIDN'T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;TELL ME SHE WAS GOING FOR A JOG O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;R ELSE I COULD HAVE GONE WITH HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Oh well, we decided to going jogging tomor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;row evening. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Speaking of my married sister, I love this picture of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiNj-DaqE1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/6NEAWM8oAaE/s1600-h/4221_1153242794127_1319387754_30403740_4269987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiNj-DaqE1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/6NEAWM8oAaE/s400/4221_1153242794127_1319387754_30403740_4269987_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342223500711695186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Oh oh oh! One more photo! A photo of Maria, Joshua and Sacha at the wedding, damn adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiNks-FzUFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/watVjodC2uM/s1600-h/P2260685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiNks-FzUFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/watVjodC2uM/s400/P2260685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224306735894610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;When your friends are there for you, everything will be fine. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1716274585427850695?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1716274585427850695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1716274585427850695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1716274585427850695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1716274585427850695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-champions.html' title='We Are The Champions'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiNj-DaqE1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/6NEAWM8oAaE/s72-c/4221_1153242794127_1319387754_30403740_4269987_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-2366965494132060584</id><published>2009-05-31T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:07:56.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutella Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday is about to end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What a short day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gosh, what a day I had yesterday! Fun yet amusing, I must say. I managed to finally upgrade my phone line and changed my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, now Maria, you can't underestimate my phone anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mum, Dad and myself together with my relatives visited my granduncle in the hospital. We have to go through damn strict checking and have to wear surgical masks! The children - I hate to say this but I'm included in this category, unfortunately - aren't allowed to visit him since he is in ICU.  Damnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yaddayaddayaddayadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, what the hell did I do today? I woke up early and did spring cleaning eventhough I slept at 2am yesterday. I don't know why, but I seem to have problems sleeping at night nowadays. Maybe it's because I've got too much energy to spare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm done with some of my holiday assignments! I'm not being kiasu, just that I don't want to spend this June delaying and taking my own sweet time to finish my holiday assignments. The faster I'm done with my assignments, the more time I can relax and catch up with my work! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;June vacation is barely starting and I'm already missing my friends, wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiJWeA4KyqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PzyByqrrMxk/s1600-h/Hawkins3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiJWeA4KyqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PzyByqrrMxk/s400/Hawkins3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341927181646482082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, dreamt about Kris Allen for the 57th time. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-2366965494132060584?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2366965494132060584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=2366965494132060584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2366965494132060584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2366965494132060584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/nutella-bread.html' title='Nutella Bread'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SiJWeA4KyqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PzyByqrrMxk/s72-c/Hawkins3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4918624467535503037</id><published>2009-05-29T14:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:46:54.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School's out and vacation's in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had finally received my report book today. I'm kinda satisfied with my results - 8 A's and 2 B's. I did better than my target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. I managed to clinched the 2nd position in both class and level. But I know there are still room for improvements. Oh well, it's a good start for the semester yeah. (:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Choir members had to meet Ms Wong in the music room to do some SYF reflections. She announced that she was going to reward the SYF participants with a Pizza Hut treat this coming Wednesday! Yay, and the following day will be the Student Leadership Camp! Mayb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e I do have something to look forward to during the June vacation. (:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why but I have a fetish for old songs nowadays. Air Supply, Fool's Garden,  Atomic Kitten, We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stlife, Michael Jackson - you name it. Lol, I especially love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;All Out Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Air Supply since both Raziq and myself will be theatrical whenever we sing that son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g together!  Oh, and Jane's hand as my microphone and back-up singer! I'm going to miss sitting next to her once Ms Shidah changed our seats next semester! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sh-K8bxD1iI/AAAAAAAAAck/5KV7OMkEi74/s1600-h/kris_allen_keith_urban_87884580-300x210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sh-K8bxD1iI/AAAAAAAAAck/5KV7OMkEi74/s400/kris_allen_keith_urban_87884580-300x210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341140453935011362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Kris Allen's and Keith Urban's duet of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kiss A Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4918624467535503037?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4918624467535503037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4918624467535503037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4918624467535503037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4918624467535503037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-kiss-girl.html' title='Kiss A Girl'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sh-K8bxD1iI/AAAAAAAAAck/5KV7OMkEi74/s72-c/kris_allen_keith_urban_87884580-300x210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3090007969931673363</id><published>2009-05-28T17:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:28:30.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought we were going to receive our report books today, but I was wrong. Damnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There weren't any proper lesson today except for subject filings.&lt;u&gt; I really hate filing &lt;/u&gt;. It's very troublesome and frustrating. Especially when you don't have the required worksheet and you will start to panic. That's why when I have my own law firm (ahem!) , I will hire many assistants just to do my filings. Ha, it'll save me all the work and I can concentrate on dealing with my clients while my assistants will be finding for the papers day in and out. Lol, cooooool!  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Term 2 will end tomorrow and somehow or another, I'm not looking forward for the holidays. Like I mentioned in my previous post (or my last two posts), I'VE GOT NOTHING TO DO. At least for next Thursday till Saturday, there will be a Student Councillor Camp - my second camp of the year! Maria and Illya will be there! The sad thing is that Sacha wouldn't be able to attend the camp since it clashes with her Boracay trip. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sh5YjsB3SQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/458uZucT0Hk/s1600-h/Adam-Kris-kris-allen-6318936-281-211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sh5YjsB3SQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/458uZucT0Hk/s400/Adam-Kris-kris-allen-6318936-281-211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340803578245630210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lol, I find this picture damn cute &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3090007969931673363?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3090007969931673363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3090007969931673363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3090007969931673363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3090007969931673363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-on.html' title='Light On'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sh5YjsB3SQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/458uZucT0Hk/s72-c/Adam-Kris-kris-allen-6318936-281-211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-7487600445326920051</id><published>2009-05-27T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:47:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book or Fun ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are starting with the giving out of holiday assignments. I have to admit, I'm kinda looking forward to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e doing the assignments and I have no idea why! I mean, learning shouldn't stop just because we are not schooling and it's the vacation. Besides, I can rest all I want after the Streaming examination. Why not use the whole month in catching up with my studies and just simply prepare myself for the following semester?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C'mon, I seriously have nothing to do. Maybe outings with my friends, and that's all. I'm not going overseas for this June vacation. In conclusion, I will be stuck at home majority of the time. But I don't think I mind that much. I mean, there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;technology (internet) and I can spend my time to google for Kris Allen (!). Besides that, WHAT ELSE CAN I BLOODY DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it is true what they say. When you are with books (literally) too much, you will soon forget the real meaning of fun. I don't think it's true. I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; how to have fun rightttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading Harry Potter &amp;amp; Deathly Hallows is fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing the Algebraic questions for Mathematics is fun when you have handy-dandy iPod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempting the Science activities in LMS is fun since the sound effects makes me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Life of the American Teenager&lt;/span&gt; Season1/2 is fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the American Idol videos over and over again is fun and funny (especially when Danny Gokey is singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream On&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently judging by those things which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; fun, I INDEED HAD FORGOTTEN WHAT FUN IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blame it on Adolf Hitler for being extremely interesti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ng that I just want to know more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blame it on the particles being extremely fun to draw in Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blame it on the fun adventures Harry Potter had when fighting Lord Voldermort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blame it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for being such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FIRST CLASS GEEK FOR THE PAST MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What on earth is happening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShzvESCxsfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YF8WmpLyZzs/s1600-h/Kris_Allen_shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShzvESCxsfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YF8WmpLyZzs/s400/Kris_Allen_shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340406114996564466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Kris Allen(!) is nice to google. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-7487600445326920051?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/7487600445326920051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=7487600445326920051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7487600445326920051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7487600445326920051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-or-fun.html' title='Book or Fun ?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShzvESCxsfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YF8WmpLyZzs/s72-c/Kris_Allen_shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-7504662708769993151</id><published>2009-05-26T16:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:42:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristopher Neil Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature is having some serious moodswing today, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't get why can't we just ignore school for this whole week and start the June holidays already. Not that I have much things to look forward to during the holidays. Most probably I'll be stuck at home most of the time, blogging about the most meaningless content and doing endless Google search about Kris Allen(!).  The American Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fever might be over, but I'm still feeling the heat. I'm certainly obsessed with this season of American Idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really can't wait for updates on Kris Allen's(!) new career. That explains why I Google him everyday! I really hope his album will be released soon, though I doubt that will be the case. He and together with the other 9 contestants (Top 10) will be going on a Summer Tour in America. Cool or what? So, there might be a possibility th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at his album will be released later. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I'm running out of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Shuqpb83kMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/402PZCCVH44/s1600-h/AI16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Shuqpb83kMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/402PZCCVH44/s400/AI16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340049412032270530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much sweeter can they get. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-7504662708769993151?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/7504662708769993151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=7504662708769993151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7504662708769993151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7504662708769993151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/kristopher-neil-allen.html' title='Kristopher Neil Allen'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Shuqpb83kMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/402PZCCVH44/s72-c/AI16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3652032611733767543</id><published>2009-05-25T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:17:23.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Sheela Faheen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't wait to graduate from university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why, but today I spent most of my time thinking about my future. Talking to teachers about the routes and their personal experiences in the university. I find myself, planning and getting all excited about my future. I've always wanted to be a lawyer, ever since primary 5. However, I never really given much considerations about my future as a lawyer until the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Mastery&lt;/span&gt; workshop conducted by the Adam Khoo team earlier this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew since then that no matter how much effort and hard work I have to do till I reach my dreams, I will do it no matter what. I won't do it for anyone, not for my parents or teachers. I'll be doing it for myself, for my own future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized how important it is to start planning early for your future. Some people might find this a hassle and just leave everything for Fate to decide. Some people might be jumping from one career to another since they are unsure about what they want to do. Or, others might leave the decision to their parents to decide for them. They might graduate from NUS with a degree in Engineering but they will be working under a totally different expertise altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's the point of spending years of studying something that simply doesn't interest you? Will you even succeed in doing something that doesn't interest you at all? I don't know about other people, but I know I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People might find me being a typical Singaporean - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;. I'm already planning out my future - what I want to be, what course should I take and how should I start preparing myself for it. I've planned it all out. It will be for my own good. I don't want to make a rash decision and regret it later. I don't want to advise my future children, "Study hard and don't be like your Mummy here, who has no purpose in life. Who is unsure about her own life."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I certainly don't want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want my future children to be able to follow my footsteps, in a positive manner. Besides, I wouldn't want to waste my parents' hard earned money that they spent on me just to make sure I will do well in my academics. I want to make them proud and make them feel that all those money that they had invested on me, resulting in very positive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing that my chosen career path is becoming a lawyer, I will take at least five years to graduate from any university. I am seriously hoping for a scholarship. I will then continue doing my Masters and PHD, and now (like Ms Lam mentioned) it takes only 3 years for you to be a PHD holder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In conclusion and after much estimation, I will be a PHD holder  when I'm only 28 years old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you find a ring to this name,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dr. Sheela Faheen&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I do. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3652032611733767543?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3652032611733767543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3652032611733767543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3652032611733767543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3652032611733767543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/dr-sheela-faheen.html' title='Dr. Sheela Faheen'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-212501906274736075</id><published>2009-05-23T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:30:14.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShgSrmXai-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6qVeuQrZkP8/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShgSrmXai-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6qVeuQrZkP8/s200/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339037898490153954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShgS8IsYAcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gDHURYuL310/s1600-h/faheeen%28111%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShgS8IsYAcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gDHURYuL310/s200/faheeen%28111%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339038182582780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I enjoyed chatting with Anisa just now. She totally knows how to make me laugh, despite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the horrible day I had today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really appreciate and value our friendship for the past years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being in different schools doesn't seem to make us fall apart, but it made us even closer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had endless meet-ups despite being extremely busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll wait for her and we'll walk from Causeway to her place and we'll chat, gossips, crap, you name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We have so many things to chat about, but never had the time to finish what we got to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will text her almost everyday and I can smile and laugh till I cry just communicating to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;her through the phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anisa is one great friend and I love her &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I watched the American Idol rerun just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I can't text anymore, I wrote messages to both Maria and Sacha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;regarding the show. Oh god, I can't wait to see them on Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I rather be somewhere else than here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, you know why I love my friends. They make me feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not crafty and all pissed like the way you make me feel all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-212501906274736075?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/212501906274736075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=212501906274736075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/212501906274736075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/212501906274736075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShgSrmXai-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6qVeuQrZkP8/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6218102024928574545</id><published>2009-05-23T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:18:14.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's no more tears for me to cry now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's the point of crying now? I'll do the same 'mistakes' and I'll cry again. What's the freaking point? To let you have the satisfaction that you've officially hurt me? Nah, I'm not gonna give it to you, never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I couldn't be bothered with stuffs anymore. What's the point of doing things right when I don't even receive any appreciation at all when I know I deserve it? You will find the slightest mistake I make and make it a freaking big deal. When I know I've done things right, you will still comment and criticize. I just can't seem to make you be please huh. No thank you, no appreciation. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You don't know how much I want to just tell you everything. But will you listen? Or will you just find me silly? You won't get it, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping in subjects, studying till late at nights in order to do well in examinations and just being a good person are not enough for you right. Then, why do I even bother in the first place? You demand more, more than I can ever give you. Why? Can't you just accept what I can give? Can't you see the efforts that I put in all the time to make you proud of me? No, you can't. Because all you see is them and never me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel that I'm fighting this war all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6218102024928574545?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6218102024928574545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6218102024928574545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6218102024928574545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6218102024928574545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/permanent.html' title='Permanent'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-795154497439429280</id><published>2009-05-22T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:01:04.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extracted from Maria's blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"After the movie, we slacked here and there, and them started cam-whoring. I suddenly heard someone screaming, and I was like "Hey did you guys heard that? I think some people are having sex." And Sheela went "Oooh, sex, let's go see." She started walking towards the window, and when she looked out, she was shocked. Her face went blank. I thought that a boy was being molested! I looked at the direction she was looking at, and guess what!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;We all thought there were people having sex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-795154497439429280?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/795154497439429280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=795154497439429280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/795154497439429280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/795154497439429280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/extracted-from-marias-blog-after-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3075196429930329885</id><published>2009-05-22T21:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:35:14.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Shas9NErrHI/AAAAAAAAAac/0nB-VkSRe2E/s1600-h/DSC03566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Shas9NErrHI/AAAAAAAAAac/0nB-VkSRe2E/s200/DSC03566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644575775599730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShatI-XsDlI/AAAAAAAAAak/4araizpC3iU/s1600-h/DSC03573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShatI-XsDlI/AAAAAAAAAak/4araizpC3iU/s200/DSC03573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644777987214930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShatQz4xFxI/AAAAAAAAAas/rwW1zozXMpw/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShatQz4xFxI/AAAAAAAAAas/rwW1zozXMpw/s200/DSC03577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644912612120338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShatXqcJwYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/aVfTwJ0zblU/s1600-h/DSC03572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShatXqcJwYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/aVfTwJ0zblU/s200/DSC03572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338645030335267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After school, it was movie date with Sacha and Maria at Sacha's place. We rented P.S I Love You since we wanted to watch romance. The movie is like a real drag- things happened so slowly. Only plus point is that, the characters in the movie were really sweet. We kinda lost ourselves with our own conversations halfway through the movie. Laughters, gossips, and mine and Sacha's curiosity about stuffs. It was hell great and I enjoy myself with them today! Love you both ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still freaked out and I'm shivering as I'm typing this. We saw a Chinese woman ATTEMPTING SUICIDE! Half of her body was hanging by the ledge! And she was screaming and crying real loud!  I'm not kidding! She didn't jump down, I think. We could see it so clearly outside Sacha's window. It was scary. There were  so many people and firemen running around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something going on in Causeway Point aswell. But I'm not really that sure what, but all I know is that all the shops are closing as early as 7.30pm! Maria just have to dragged me to see what happened right. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sha34KovtwI/AAAAAAAAAbM/I8XEBMPoHYc/s1600-h/Katy_Allen__10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sha34KovtwI/AAAAAAAAAbM/I8XEBMPoHYc/s400/Katy_Allen__10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338656583850112770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katy Allen, Kris Allen's wife. She is gorgeous, and both of them are sweet together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3075196429930329885?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3075196429930329885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3075196429930329885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3075196429930329885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3075196429930329885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Shas9NErrHI/AAAAAAAAAac/0nB-VkSRe2E/s72-c/DSC03566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1165038230367510167</id><published>2009-05-21T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:11:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU02kzstbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S0TogSmSARU/s1600-h/o6jy54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU02kzstbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S0TogSmSARU/s400/o6jy54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338231045515687346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm shocked. I didn't expect Kris Allen to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, he did and that's good for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For Adam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU1NsUG4-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ibv_EkOEVNM/s1600-h/Adam+Lambert3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU1NsUG4-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ibv_EkOEVNM/s400/Adam+Lambert3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338231442667660258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he is one great singer and I'll be both his and Kris' fan always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They both are good and are both winners, in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU1ukZSF9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/z7BUH_756ac/s1600-h/a5qmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU1ukZSF9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/z7BUH_756ac/s400/a5qmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232007477565394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one really cute picture of the both of them. Look at Adam's face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looked as if he seen something gross and Kris is like, "hmm, okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They totally should do a duet album. It will be seriously interesting being worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha, cute lil boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1165038230367510167?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1165038230367510167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1165038230367510167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1165038230367510167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1165038230367510167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the unexpected'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShU02kzstbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S0TogSmSARU/s72-c/o6jy54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-9075078069098205418</id><published>2009-05-20T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:52:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't do anything, you said I'm lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did something, you said I did it wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't say anything, you said I'm arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did say something, you said I'm rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know what am I supposed to do to please you anymore. It's like whatever I have done all these while are wrong, of no value, doesn't carry any significance. You complained about me doing the least work, and being lazy. Maybe I did do the least work, and maybe I am lazy. However, I know I tried to do things right, but you just wouldn't want to acknowledge what I have done because it's right. What do you want? Do you want me doing the right thing or the wrong thing? Whichever is the case, I still get the lectures, scoldings and yellings. So what's the point of doing it in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know it has been hard for you, readjusting to our old life after years. But everyone needs time to adjust, everyone including me. You can't expect me to be able to do things straight away without having hiccups in between. I haven't done those things in years! No, you just don't get it. You complained about doing all of the work yourself. Yes, maybe you are. But c'mon, isn't that your role? Isn't that what you have and should do? Why are you complaining then? Do you regret it then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just want to let you know, &lt;u&gt;my feelings do have worth&lt;/u&gt;. People can't just go around playing with my feelings as and when they like. It's unfair and simply mean. You don't expect me to suck everything in to whatever you said without feeling hurt, do you? I'm sensitive to your feelings, but why aren't you towards mine? I'm just like you. I get angry, happy, sad and hurt. I'm not someone of no absolute feelings at all. I know you wouldn't understand all of these because you simply can't be bothered with me or my feelings. That's what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is frustrating, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-9075078069098205418?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/9075078069098205418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=9075078069098205418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/9075078069098205418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/9075078069098205418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncertain.html' title='uncertain'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8300440316873349449</id><published>2009-05-19T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:37:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, slow down will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShKL-FkIuHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sVA82F4ycW4/s1600-h/clock2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShKL-FkIuHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sVA82F4ycW4/s400/clock2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337482407149353074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just realized that now is towards the end of May. Wow, it felt like only yesterday when I found out that 2E4 will be in the upper secondary block. It felt like only yesterday that I started 2009 in WRSS. I still find myself writing 2008 instead of 2009. When June comes, half of 2009 will be gone! It will be the holidays and with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a blink of the eye&lt;/span&gt;, school will reopen and it will be the fasting month for the Muslims. With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; blink of the eye, it will be Hari Raya and major examinations, EOY! Examinations will be short. It will end without you even knowing and results will be out. Each and every one of us will know our classes for 2010. And boom, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, it will be the holidays and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for all we know, 2010 will start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm still adjusting myself to 2009 despite having half of the year almost dead and gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it just me or what, like seriously? Is time traveling too fast for any of us (or maybe its just me) to catch up?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or am I really that slow behind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really don't want time to travel fast. I really wish it could really slow down and allow me to catch up, bit by bit. How can I move on to 2009 when 2008 memories are still fresh in my mind, like it all happened just yesterday? Those beautiful memories with my closest friends, classmates and family. They are really special and I can't bear to bury them deep down into my heart so I can get on with my life. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time is flying and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-8300440316873349449?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8300440316873349449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8300440316873349449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8300440316873349449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8300440316873349449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-slow-down-wont-you.html' title='Time, slow down will you?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShKL-FkIuHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/sVA82F4ycW4/s72-c/clock2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5961111989895543994</id><published>2009-05-18T19:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:35:43.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you guys ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFNljltQsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HmTCW0qEjp0/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFNljltQsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HmTCW0qEjp0/s200/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337132341014643394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFO274C9HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mbzpxcnt1jo/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFO274C9HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mbzpxcnt1jo/s200/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337133739103417458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFQV43AjQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KWE3bCD5bVo/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFQV43AjQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KWE3bCD5bVo/s200/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337135370381331714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFNPWXHrlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/sMdfIOptIkA/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFNPWXHrlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/sMdfIOptIkA/s200/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337131959506677330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFPtHFnq3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/BgDwLGdZvOo/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFPtHFnq3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/BgDwLGdZvOo/s200/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337134669826075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFN2MWEOwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/lVGftNmk1RE/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFN2MWEOwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/lVGftNmk1RE/s200/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337132626832800514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFOAuEnZ6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/NwB2AF3_GeM/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFP3PhvWOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Te1EQlmeYuE/s200/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337134843890194658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFRPyfKqxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GK8fR-1GCrA/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFRPyfKqxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GK8fR-1GCrA/s200/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136365103131410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFRbEBJR7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/jmGcRQz3h_U/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFRbEBJR7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/jmGcRQz3h_U/s200/DSC03563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136558787610546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had a reunion at Anisa's house last Saturday! It was great and it was the first ever reunion in two years that all of us could actually make it so I find the reunion rather special. We had fun, catching up with our lives and simply being retarded! We played the guitars and Sacha broke my string while trying to tune it! It was the same string Anisa's brother broke while trying to tune my guitar! Too bad, I wasn't paying attention to Sacha's facial expression. It must had been classic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sacha left earlier, that's why she wasn't in the group photo. The rest of us were watching American Idol rerun and it was hell fun! With the laughings and drooling of the contestants, it was definitely hilarious! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Adam Lambert's in-out tongue action which I find rather disturbing yet adorable. Oh, Kris Allen's charming smile that makes me squeal in excitement and all hyped up. &lt;/span&gt;You can totally picture the scenario huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maria and Meera accompanied me to the Symphony Music School to fixed my guitar string before heading home. The guy who fixed it was nice and he started playing my guitar once he fixed it. Rofl, funny dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peace be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5961111989895543994?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5961111989895543994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5961111989895543994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5961111989895543994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5961111989895543994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-guys.html' title='I love you guys &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/ShFNljltQsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HmTCW0qEjp0/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6021563632830718305</id><published>2009-05-17T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:16:03.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My computer is being an absolute whore right now. I had to wait for a whole 10 minutes before the blogger page could appear. I really hate wireless connections, I swear. It is only fast when it's night time. Initial plan was to upload yesterday's photos but now, I'm too pissed to even do anything else with this god damn computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I'll just sleep or watch Hindustani movies or reread my Harry Potter and Half-Blood Prince. Examinations may be over, but my life sucks still&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, thank god there will be Kris Allen later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one and only perk of my life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6021563632830718305?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6021563632830718305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6021563632830718305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6021563632830718305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6021563632830718305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/freak-you.html' title='freak you'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-290328426248387477</id><published>2009-05-15T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:44:56.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain,rain go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that examinations are over, I find myself staring at the computer and thinking to myself what the hell should I do with it. Seriously, before or during examinations I have tons and tons of plans with my beloved-yet-gonna-die-soon computer once examinations are over. But now, I just can't find any meaningful websites to visit. I'm not an online game freak. I don't play online games because I don't know how (yes, I've been living under the rock for a long time). I'll be simply watching meaningless videos on youtube and going to random sites, just browsing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What am I doing now? Blogging for the second time for the day and chatting with Syarafina. Okay, more like I'm ranting to her about how hot and talented Kris Allen is.  All Syarafina could say is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Sheela, the way you typed out in caps lock, tells me how hyper you are nowww.. heheheeee. SHEELLAALALALALLALA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (!!) I'm sorry Syarafina that I am ranting over and over again to you about Kris Allen. I know you know that I'm crazy about him and I can't stop talking about it when topics about him comes up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of Kris Allen (!!), I have to talk about him, again. You people should see how he sings. It's like he is in his own world and that he doesn't care about anyone else. He will be strumming away on his acoustic guitar and you could see his muscles tensing up when he strums! Oh, and his mouth! It is like twisted to the side whenever he sings! Ohmygod, so charming! Also, he will wear something simple all the time - a  plain tee with a jacket, pants and sneakers. Still, he will look handsome. Not forgetting the way he carries his guitar with the guitar strap around him! Okay, there are a lot of exclamation marks whenever I describe Kris Allen (!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I have to agree, Kris Allen isn't as versatile as Adam Lambert. Yes, Adam Lambert has a great voice and he is good at singing almost every genre. He got a standing ovation from the audience plus the judges (that includes Simon Cowell. It was no surprise since Adam is his favourite but still) when he sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mad World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  He is superb at his very own element, rock. As I'm not really a listener to rock or screamo songs, I don't really get it when he sings rock/screamo songs. Still, he is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now you see why the American Idol Finale is gonna be great? With  both dudes rocking the stage next week, you can bet that it will be awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great, now it's raining like there's no tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What a spoiler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-290328426248387477?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/290328426248387477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=290328426248387477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/290328426248387477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/290328426248387477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='Rain,rain go away.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1819394849416638179</id><published>2009-05-15T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:16:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up you idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgzycvEdRGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4UxwZcbS7cQ/s1600-h/kris_allen_090408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgzycvEdRGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4UxwZcbS7cQ/s400/kris_allen_090408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335906234012615778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kris Allen ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN AND ADAM LAMBERT ARE IN THE FINALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had expected Kris Allen to be eliminated but Danny Gokey was out instead. This is gonna be one good showdown I swear. With Kris Allen's charming voice and killer looks plus Adam Lambert's great voice and personality, you can bet that it will be one bloody good performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that MYE are over, I can fully concentrate on reading my books all over again, stating with Harry Potter! Okay, maybe Harry Potter series are geeky, but who cares. The story is great and I couldn't stop reading once I've started. I really hope the upcoming Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince movie wouldn't be a disappointment like the previous movie. The story is great in the book and hopefully, it will be good in the movie as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1819394849416638179?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1819394849416638179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1819394849416638179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1819394849416638179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1819394849416638179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/shut-up-you-idiot.html' title='shut up you idiot'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgzycvEdRGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4UxwZcbS7cQ/s72-c/kris_allen_090408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3584871779150402043</id><published>2009-05-12T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:03:56.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSHOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I FREAKING HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOU ONLY JUDGE WHAT I DIDN'T DO AND NOT WHAT I DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SO WHAT IF YOU'RE THE MOST FAVOURABLE AMONG US?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SO WHAT YOU B!TCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOU ARE JUST SOMEONE WHO POINTS FINGER BLINDLY AT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOU SHOULD DIE AND BURN IN HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3584871779150402043?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3584871779150402043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3584871779150402043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3584871779150402043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3584871779150402043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/asshole.html' title='ASSHOLE'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-8796181220547980285</id><published>2009-05-08T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:29:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to hear it, all over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgQ89GSF-II/AAAAAAAAAW8/WC-JVI7difU/s1600-h/come-together-performance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgQ89GSF-II/AAAAAAAAAW8/WC-JVI7difU/s400/come-together-performance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333454879069698178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kris Allenation, what a corny name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm bloody addicted to his rendition of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;She Works Hard For The Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh well, I'm taking a little study break. Finally, Mr Oh (future father of baby Oh Chin Huat*inside joke) had uploaded the answers to the Science mock paper. Now,I can go through the answers. Anyway I swear today's History paper was crap. I don't wish to rant about it since I've ranted enough for a full two hours just now. And if I were to start ranting again, things are gonna get ugly. The swearing and the cursing will all be let loose (once again) and oh not to forget, the temptation of murdering someone. HA, I've been watching too much CSI and violent movies lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Sacha and Joshua told me today perked me up instantly. Seriously, it was so weird because I was in the middle of watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hannah Montana The Movie&lt;/span&gt; (the movie was crap and I totally prefer the normal Hannah Montana series) and Sacha told me about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;! OMG. I swear, I could feel every part of my body &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUMPING UP AND DOWN INSTANTLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I have to chill and continue with my Science revision. Lol, I still find myself smiling to myself thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-8796181220547980285?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/8796181220547980285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=8796181220547980285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8796181220547980285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/8796181220547980285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-hear-it-all-over-again.html' title='I want to hear it, all over again.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgQ89GSF-II/AAAAAAAAAW8/WC-JVI7difU/s72-c/come-together-performance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6879175662341488851</id><published>2009-05-05T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:30:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgAhV5qIY7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sb5yT4SalXQ/s1600-h/vf016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgAhV5qIY7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sb5yT4SalXQ/s400/vf016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332298618945168306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robert Pattinson and Kirsten Stewart looked bloody cool in this shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to lead.com to find out the answers for the Science Mock Paper that Mr Oh had promised us. However, Mr Oh have yet to upload that file. Looks like I have to hunt him down tomorrow morning. Oh wait, I can't. I wouldn't be able to see him in the morning since we have this Influenza H1N1 Screening routine. Damnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Shah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;gave us the overdued notes. Finally, or else I have to do what I have to do. Wth, I'm talking crap. Which reminds me about today's PE lesson. It was hilarious. Gosh, Zena and her corny comments. Man, I love that girl! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POOPOOZENA &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was texting Anisa the whole time just now. I miss her alot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, have to continue studying now. Hopefully I can fall asleep later or else my sister is gonna scream at me this time round for tossing in my bed the whole night.&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/7814181298115660248-6879175662341488851?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6879175662341488851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6879175662341488851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6879175662341488851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6879175662341488851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-tell-me.html' title='You tell me.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SgAhV5qIY7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sb5yT4SalXQ/s72-c/vf016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-7498889619476288766</id><published>2009-05-03T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:33:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socorro &amp; Faheen  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sf02gt_4xhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2MnsZiz3z4c/s1600-h/DSC03492j.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sf02gt_4xhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2MnsZiz3z4c/s400/DSC03492j.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477469607806482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maria underestimated my Nokia, like how the British underestimated the slit-eyed Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lol. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had fun with my date with Maria Socorro yesterday. We watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17 Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A typical go-back-to-the-past kinda movie but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zac Efron just have to be so hot right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maria and me was practically drooling (?) in our seats. HAHA, yes. We studied History in the library. Bloody cool, cause my stupid yet intelligent answers made us cracked up like idiots. Also, we can remember the facts better now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maria: "The Japanese was involved in The Battle of Malaya and Operation _____?"&lt;br /&gt;Sheela&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ( bloody smart aleck)&lt;/span&gt; : "OPERATION X!"&lt;br /&gt;Maria looked at me and we cracked up. Wth, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bum hurt from sitting on the floor for too long. The library was bloody full and we got a space on the third level. Lol, we joined the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sepoys for execution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; *inside joke* Currently, I'm going around my house repeating the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bloody classic lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from the movie. Gosh, I need to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to go library and study again today but Maria is tired and she wants to sleep. Sigh, it's a bore to study alone. Especially, History. It's okay. Now I have to find Sacha. She totally need to help me with my Science. Which is utterly hopeless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7814181298115660248-7498889619476288766?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/7498889619476288766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=7498889619476288766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7498889619476288766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/7498889619476288766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/socorro-faheen.html' title='Socorro &amp; Faheen  &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sf02gt_4xhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2MnsZiz3z4c/s72-c/DSC03492j.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-162192210325285441</id><published>2009-05-01T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:02:46.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEV PATEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sfrvs4R4IQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Hz9m4iT_32o/s1600-h/dev-patel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sfrvs4R4IQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Hz9m4iT_32o/s400/dev-patel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330836663247053058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, Dev Patel is officially my newest fictional character crush. Ooooooo, he's so suave! Especially in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I cried during the sad scenes. It was indeed a touching story. Also, it totally shows the real life situation of the living slums in India.  God bless them. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been revising for the whole day and I'm totally beat. I'll be staying up late tonight to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; with my Dad. However, he is snoring away now. Oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-162192210325285441?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/162192210325285441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=162192210325285441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/162192210325285441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/162192210325285441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/dev-patel.html' title='DEV PATEL'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sfrvs4R4IQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Hz9m4iT_32o/s72-c/dev-patel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-228839851781822909</id><published>2009-04-29T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:35:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Loveeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfgOSFTU9hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vzkfeVQmSzw/s1600-h/2896_85804152752_539297752_1833187_1889767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfgOSFTU9hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vzkfeVQmSzw/s400/2896_85804152752_539297752_1833187_1889767_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330025862816658962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only love her when she isn't irriating the sh!t out of me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am taking a little study break from History revision. Seriously, I have a lot to read up. Somehow, the notes and textbook do not compliment each other well. Oh well, it's okay. I will read up, provided that I wouldn't fall asleep halfway through. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something Mr Shah said today during History instantly perk me up after recess. Well, it was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We were talking about the hot guys in Pearl Harbor- Josh Hartnett and Ben Affleck. I personally prefer Josh Hartnett to Ben Affleck in that movie. Though, Ben Affleck is hot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Armageddon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All of a sudden Mr Shah said, "Why am I discussing about hot guys with you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. That totally cracked me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, back to History.&lt;/span&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/7814181298115660248-228839851781822909?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/228839851781822909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=228839851781822909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/228839851781822909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/228839851781822909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/sister-loveeeeee.html' title='Sister Loveeeeee'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfgOSFTU9hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vzkfeVQmSzw/s72-c/2896_85804152752_539297752_1833187_1889767_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5280009951454528279</id><published>2009-04-28T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:19:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sfam_2z1l9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/W0v05Pla83A/s1600-h/heavendance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sfam_2z1l9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/W0v05Pla83A/s400/heavendance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329630825014466514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neil Haskell and Lacey Schwimmer are the best dancing couple, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sadly, neither of them won So You Think You Can Dance Season 4. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still, they were the Top 4 Finalists and I love them. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs Kok gave a brief about the newest virus outbreak in Mexico. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bloody deadly Swine Flu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that is going to affect us in one way or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The number of people who dying from it are increasing rapidly every minute. It's contradicting to think that it is all happening in Mexico and other parts of the world. However, not in Singapore. Gosh, this virus is deadly and some people are still taking it lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Or maybe I'm just being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over-paranoid&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But is it wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's my health, my life. I do not want to die at a young age. I've yet to achieve my dreams! I've yet to buy my green Porsche convertible! I've yet to graduate from university and get my law degree! I've yet to visit New York City with my friends and shop till I drop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is so depressing. &lt;/span&gt;Alright, I'll stop being paranoid. Okay, enough about the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; bloody Swine Flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two English papers done and two Malay papers done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left with whatever that are left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can manage, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I have to pray now. Then, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonding session &lt;/span&gt;(again) with my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7814181298115660248-5280009951454528279?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5280009951454528279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5280009951454528279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5280009951454528279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5280009951454528279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-wrong-with-world.html' title='What is wrong with the world?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sfam_2z1l9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/W0v05Pla83A/s72-c/heavendance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-9127369939452003440</id><published>2009-04-26T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:24:49.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else is new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfQlkRf3MBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mm7SrCTNfSY/s1600-h/2896_85804137752_539297752_1833185_3805870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfQlkRf3MBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mm7SrCTNfSY/s400/2896_85804137752_539297752_1833185_3805870_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328925564188700690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss The Clan very much. We haven't met for a long time. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture above is just 1/4 of The Clan.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad officially went insane yesterday night while watching ZeeTv(Hindustani Channel).&lt;br /&gt;He sang along to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the advertisement songs.&lt;br /&gt;It was irritating since I was doing Mathematics and couldn't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I find it cute because he reminds me of a two-year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a perfect weather to sleep, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;How to sleep when I have loads of revision to complete?&lt;br /&gt;I guess tonight will be another looooooong night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll perform my prayers and continue&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bonding&lt;/span&gt; with my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-9127369939452003440?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/9127369939452003440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=9127369939452003440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/9127369939452003440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/9127369939452003440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-else-is-new.html' title='What else is new?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfQlkRf3MBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mm7SrCTNfSY/s72-c/2896_85804137752_539297752_1833185_3805870_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4476282402912996977</id><published>2009-04-25T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:32:50.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go crazy, what else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfLk9FpQNiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PgZ_A8-U8Ro/s1600-h/P2250650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfLk9FpQNiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PgZ_A8-U8Ro/s400/P2250650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328573047271077410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something embarrassing yet funny happened before this picture was taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've yet to get back at you, Ecal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just you wait, I'm gonna make you be as embarrassed as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lol, still I love the picture.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have nothing useful that is worth updating. Just that I've been mugging like crazy for the Mid Year Examinations. If I don't achieve my goals, I'll probably jump down from the Sky Tower in Sentosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I'm scared of heights, to a certain extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, my books are calling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craaaaaaaaaaaaap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7814181298115660248-4476282402912996977?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4476282402912996977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4476282402912996977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4476282402912996977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4476282402912996977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-crazy-what-else.html' title='Go crazy, what else?'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfLk9FpQNiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PgZ_A8-U8Ro/s72-c/P2250650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-798827013645593497</id><published>2009-04-24T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:27:35.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, its the prettiest lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfGECX7DXtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X4Ga2ziZGTo/s1600-h/3207514185_b6b383e9bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfGECX7DXtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X4Ga2ziZGTo/s400/3207514185_b6b383e9bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328185010472312530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite photo from Twilight Vanity Fair Photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They look incredibly sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said that we(family) will be going to Indonesia in 2010 during Chinese New Year. Long way to go but I can't wait. I miss Sheilla Roosaline alot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MYE are starting next week. Am I prepared? Yeah, I think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You're the song I sing myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-798827013645593497?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/798827013645593497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=798827013645593497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/798827013645593497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/798827013645593497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile-its-prettiest-lie.html' title='Smile, its the prettiest lie.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SfGECX7DXtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X4Ga2ziZGTo/s72-c/3207514185_b6b383e9bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-2615460096159178028</id><published>2009-04-24T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:56:58.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm speechless. That was really unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woman-with-a-weird-hairstyle was announcing the SYF results, WRSS Choir members were holding hands. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bronze and not COP. Bronze and not COP. Bronze and not COP,&lt;/span&gt; that was all I could think about. When she announced we got Silver, I burst out in tears, seriously. I really did. I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all the Choir members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Guys, we did it! We met our goal! We can go back to WRSS and hold our heads up high. We have been through thick and thin together as a Choir, as a team. We bonded alot during this long period of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN MONTHS!&lt;/span&gt; The scoldings, the shoutings, the starings and the tears are worth it. Without those stuffs, we won't get what we got. Our sacrifices are really worthwhile. Lack of sleep, early morning practices, long hours practices, Saturday practices, Stadium practices with the weird auntie doing exercise, THEY ARE ALL WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't what to say except, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you all a hell lot.&lt;/span&gt; And to the graduating Seniors, I'm gonna miss you guys. You are the best senior batch ever! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And Alyssa, thanks for the treat! I'm gonna miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-2615460096159178028?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2615460096159178028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=2615460096159178028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2615460096159178028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2615460096159178028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-speechless.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1514052813051769438</id><published>2009-04-19T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:30:29.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone I know [well,almost], is facing a dilemma. Like SYF and the impending examinations aren't enough for us. No, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; just have to add on. All I can say is that, this is too much for a fourteen year old to handle. Adults always said that we, kids, do not appreciate life and are wasting it doing meaningless things. Yeah right, I will do anything to do something meaningless. Anything to avoid feeling like an adult. I don't like how adults handle stuffs and now, I have to handle problems like an adult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be a child again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a child, I can make rash decisions. I can be childish. I can think for myself, and only myself. I don't have to care about anyone, only myself. I don't have to deal with the consequences of my decisions, because I will always get away from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things changed, people changed and mindsets changed. I just want to have one day when I don't have to mind my behaviour and be MYSELF. I don't have to hide what I really feel inside. I can do whatever I want without feeling guilty. I want to make stupid choices that will only benefit me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear, anything for that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can't and that's just too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, my cellphone decided to die out on me. Crap, you lil fagot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope for the best for the both of you. Whatever happens, I'm right here for the both of you. You know the number. It's love, I know it's love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1514052813051769438?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1514052813051769438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1514052813051769438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1514052813051769438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1514052813051769438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyone-i-know-wellalmost-is-facing.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5963519960640927406</id><published>2009-04-18T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:13:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been alone all this while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SelulxoiMGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HH2jVmFOkCM/s1600-h/P2260684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SelulxoiMGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HH2jVmFOkCM/s320/P2260684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909629599887458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rasyidah, see! I uploaded the picture already. You impatient lil monkey, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got back from Choir. We have improved and I hope it will continue being that way - improving. I'm sick of having to go back to square one. It's frustrating and suicidal, (seriously). We will be spending hours and we will be good and for the next practice, it will back to square one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C'mon Choir! We can do it! JUST DO IT, like what Ms Wong said today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Debates over, congratulations to the five of us! The hardwork and endless discussions, literally, was worth it. Ms Low was a great help as well, preparing us and motivating us. And of course, Too Unique! You guys are so sweet, coming for all the debate preliminaries/semi-finals. Your contributions/ideas to the debate are really appreciated. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been pretty short-tempered nowadays. I get upset easily. It's frustrating, having to control my emotions in front of the people I love as I don't want to upset them aswell. Though, it is saddening to know that sometimes it's your loved ones that are those who are making you upset. It's saddening to know that they are so insensitive to what you're feeling. It's saddening to know that with the on-going things happening, they just have to add on to the stress. The worse thing is that, it is saddening to know that when you want them to be there for you when you fall and pick you up, they are not there when they claim they will. It's really saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it will just leave me in foul mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5963519960640927406?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5963519960640927406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5963519960640927406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5963519960640927406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5963519960640927406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-alone-all-this-while.html' title='I&apos;ve been alone all this while'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SelulxoiMGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HH2jVmFOkCM/s72-c/P2260684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1686799400896002889</id><published>2009-04-11T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:38:51.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheilla Roosaline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2896_85804117752_539297752_18331-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z135/sheelala_95/2896_85804117752_539297752_18331-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheilla Roosaline &amp;amp; Sheela Faheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Clan sent Sheilla Roosaline back to the airport. It was sad seeing her leave. I wonder when's the next time she is coming back to visit us back here again. This was her first official visit ever since 11 years ago when she came here for a visit. She was 16 then, and now she's 27!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun yesterday with The Clan! Once I get our jump shot, it will be uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, studying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1686799400896002889?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1686799400896002889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1686799400896002889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1686799400896002889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1686799400896002889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/sheilla-roosaline.html' title='Sheilla Roosaline'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-875934064249245606</id><published>2009-04-09T18:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:00:19.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy. I'm too busy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads of pictures of my sister's wedding, but I'll just upload it next time. I don't have the patience to wait for ALL the pictures to load now. I have alot of homework to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3SqhnLYtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XQ5A2SfeyB8/s1600-h/P2250604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3SqhnLYtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XQ5A2SfeyB8/s320/P2250604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322641962640827090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cousins &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3TexgZWMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YA-I3SGz8N8/s1600-h/P2250596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3TexgZWMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YA-I3SGz8N8/s320/P2250596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642860260546754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bride &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3TAmk4D7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FqQsmkw_S7c/s1600-h/P2250652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3TAmk4D7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FqQsmkw_S7c/s320/P2250652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642341930471346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shella Rustam, Sheela Faheen &amp;amp; Bunga&lt;br /&gt;Relatives from Indonesia &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3TPub8ZyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZPOW5r1ahFU/s1600-h/P2250607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3TPub8ZyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZPOW5r1ahFU/s320/P2250607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642601738528546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fierce and irritating sometimes, but I still &amp;hearts; you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3RWIehykI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MjOphyE_mec/s1600-h/P2250677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3RWIehykI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MjOphyE_mec/s320/P2250677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322640512784648770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish you both a long life ahead together as a happy couple forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abang Rasul, Welcome To The Family! &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now. I need to complete my homework already. And tomorrow, Dad, sister and myself are sending Shella and Bunga to the airport. They're going back to Indonesia. I'm gonna miss them! Thank God for technology, we can still keep in touch. (:&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/7814181298115660248-875934064249245606?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/875934064249245606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=875934064249245606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/875934064249245606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/875934064249245606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/Sd3SqhnLYtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XQ5A2SfeyB8/s72-c/P2250604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-736372531808556189</id><published>2009-03-27T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:39:12.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play to be Winners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been bloody busy and that explains the lack of updates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With SYF around the corner, &lt;strong&gt;I have Choir every single day&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't mind, if these extra practices are going to help us. Yes, I hardly have single time alone, just for myself. Sometimes I just feel like giving everything up, and have a long vacation somewhere far far away. But that is impossible. I can't just give up when situations gets tough. I have to fight through,I have to have the fighting spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;But sometimes, its really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to manage my time well. That's something that I'm not very good at. For the whole week, I was too tired because of the day at school, that I hardly have any time for revisions. I'm angry with myself for not being able to manage my time well. It was my responsibility to manage my time. No, instead. After reaching home, I will do the necessary and sleep. No revisions, no studying, nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm trying, really I am. But I guess,  I'm not trying hard enough. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-736372531808556189?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/736372531808556189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=736372531808556189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/736372531808556189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/736372531808556189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/03/play-to-be-winners.html' title='Play to be Winners'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6162024806906109402</id><published>2009-03-17T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:09:09.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break, from life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm exhausted, like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I worked harder during the holidays compared to normal school days. I've been so busy with Choir, homework, debate and of course revisions. I will sleep really late and wake up damn early to get my day started. I have yet to have anytime to myself. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There will be Choir practice tomorrow from 0800 to 1700. Yes, I'm somehow looking forward for it but &lt;strong&gt;not the outcome of it&lt;/strong&gt;. Things happened today and I'm really upset about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohwell, Sacha and I went to Anisa's house today! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was fun, like seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The laughings, gossipings and mockings (in a nice way)! I had never gotten a good laugh for so long! I think I've been too busy to even laugh, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mann, I'm craving for &lt;em&gt;Delifrance Beef Lasagne&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheela: Oh yeah, Sacha. Did you know that Miley Cyrus had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belly&lt;br /&gt;              piercing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacha: Serious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were crossing the roads and we stopped and started laughing &lt;strong&gt;in the middle of crossing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omg, Sacha can be so cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6162024806906109402?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6162024806906109402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6162024806906109402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6162024806906109402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6162024806906109402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-break-from-life.html' title='I need a break, from life.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-73607370490092806</id><published>2009-03-14T10:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:05:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile and thesun will smile with you</title><content type='html'>I don't want to talk about what happened in Choir yesterday. It's sad and depressing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Four people are out of SYF and they are majority leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't feel like updating much. Maybe later? Yeah, maybe. There will choir later at 2pm till 5pm at Woodlands Stadium. However I have to leave earlier since&lt;strong&gt; it's shopping time&lt;/strong&gt; for my sister's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bright side, I did well for my CA1. Though I'm still not over the fact that I wasted 10MARKS because of carelessness in my Mathematics paper. Omfg, I can seriously kill myself. I got a stinking B4, thanks to my carelessness. Damn it. Still, I think there is room for improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sacha went AWOL. She was supposed to send me her debate speech. Lol, I'm assuming she fell asleep. Or her sudden crave for Chilli Tapioca that needs her to go to NTUC. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm gonna practice for Choir and get ready for practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-73607370490092806?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/73607370490092806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=73607370490092806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/73607370490092806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/73607370490092806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-and-thesun-will-smile-with-you.html' title='Smile and thesun will smile with you'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-2916085971331105964</id><published>2009-03-08T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:29:40.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Soccoro♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who never fails to cheer me up during my moody days, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who had been in the same school with me since Kindergarten, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who share the same addiction of Twilight with me, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who runs like a 'siao woman', Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who have the weirdest laugh, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who is never stingy with her smiles, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone, who has the prettiest smile, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who understands me, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To someone who is always there for me, Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my Best Friend&amp;hearts;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday and I love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SbNV2QSJcTI/AAAAAAAAATw/yucSDbvBM_w/s1600-h/faheeen(356).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310682776172327218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SbNV2QSJcTI/AAAAAAAAATw/yucSDbvBM_w/s320/faheeen(356).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria Soccoro officially turns 14 today. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-2916085971331105964?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2916085971331105964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=2916085971331105964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2916085971331105964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/2916085971331105964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/03/maria-soccoro-tan.html' title='Maria Soccoro&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SbNV2QSJcTI/AAAAAAAAATw/yucSDbvBM_w/s72-c/faheeen(356).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6148929040203157872</id><published>2009-03-08T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:19:59.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a long day yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my way to meet up with Haizan and Illya, I SAW A FREAKING SNAKE! Nope, I'm not telling a fib. It's true. It was at the opposite road of bus service number 913. I was clueless about the situation at first until I saw a throng of people gathering. There, I saw it! A freaking snake! Just like Harry Potter. The only thing that was going through my mind was, "Please do not cross the road and kill me. Please, please." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, pathetic. But that was exactly I was thinking! Omfg, there were a few faggots schoolboys who tried to provoke the snake. And when the snake moved, they started screaming and running away. WTH. At least, a lady shouted at them to stop. Still, it was an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Illya and Haizan was late. Or maybe I was early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I treated them lunch at Burger King and we then proceeded to Woodlands Stadium. There was an extra Choir sectional practice. Yes, I thought it was somewhat fruitful. Though there was tension and frustrations, but we did it. Everyone gave their 101%. I gave my 101%. After the hour long talk, I think we understand each other better now. That talk was kinda a bonding among the members and leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reached home around 7pm, only to find my parents went to the wedding reception without me. Sigh. Thus, I spent the whole night doing my Mathematics homework. FYI, It's seriously hard. I have &lt;em&gt;no-freaking-eye-deer&lt;/em&gt; what the hell the questions wants. Omfg, I'm going to fail my Mathematics big time. Oh shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bright side, I'm turning 14 tomorrow. Happy and anxious, yes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6148929040203157872?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6148929040203157872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6148929040203157872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6148929040203157872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6148929040203157872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/03/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6185180307392014286</id><published>2009-03-05T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:27:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It didn't hit me till yesterday. I was taking things too lightly. &lt;em&gt;Too too lightly&lt;/em&gt;. It never crossed my mind that we have only a month left. &lt;em&gt;Only a month&lt;/em&gt;. Around 10 or so more rehearsals till the Big Day. It may seem alot, but it isn't. '10 or so' rehearsals aren't enough, considering our standards now. I'm disappointed in myself, for taking things too lightly and not giving my 101% of effort yesterday. What was I thinking? Apparently, I wasn't thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've disappointed the leaders and worse still, myself. I really wanted to give up there and then. I wanted to get out from SYF. I couldn't take the pressure. I have so many things on my mind. I have too much pressure to handle.  But, am I going to give up everytime I fail? Am I going to just cry and not do anything? Am I just going to cry my way out till I find the solution? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apparently, crying doesn't solve anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, people make mistakes. I get disappointed and I cried. But am I just going to cry? No, I have to do something. I have to take charge of my life. People can't be making the choices and decisions for me. I have to do it. I have to make the choice. Like they say, choices have consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not going to make the wrong choice, like I did yesterday. I'm going to change. Before changing the Choir, I have to change myself. Everything starts with me. Yes, me. I may just be the small fry in Choir. But everyone is important in Choir. Everyone plays a part in Choir. Yes, everyone. I'm part of 'everyone'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not going to give up. I can't give up. That is not me. I will give my best. I won't try, I will. I have to, I must. I can't afford another disappointment in my life. Yes, there will be frustrations and tension. But, nothing replaces hard work. We can't do it without hard work. I'm going to give it all from now on. I won't disappoint the leaders or myself. Never again will I disappoint myself. I live with too much disappointments to have another disappointment in my life. I'm going to do it, and I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6185180307392014286?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6185180307392014286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6185180307392014286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6185180307392014286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6185180307392014286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/03/lesson-for-life.html' title='A lesson for Life'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5732757008481912056</id><published>2009-02-28T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:25:00.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when everything is simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when whatever you do, there won't be any consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when people understands you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when life is carefree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when smiles are our second nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when we rule the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go back when our parents look at us proudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can't go back no matter how much I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life moves on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life moves on, in a different way I want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life moves on, whether I like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just left with beautiful memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beautiful memories that I will remember all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beautiful memories that are buried deep down my heart, where it burns- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5732757008481912056?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3524947092552189702</id><published>2009-02-28T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:57:17.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sick, skipped Choir yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visited My Family Clinic and was told that I have a very bad cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling better now, after the drowsy medications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay. I'll update soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm too preoccupied with many many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE THAN WHAT I COULD HANDLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Many Thanks to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maria : for carrying my bag after I vomitted. You're my superwoman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sacha: Your get well wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Illya: Your get well wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zena: For your donations of packets of tissue and hugs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Run Fa: For singing to make me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anisa: Your get well wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Many others as well. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS! LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3524947092552189702?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3524947092552189702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3524947092552189702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3524947092552189702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3524947092552189702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and tired.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3229840483516254108</id><published>2009-02-20T21:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:57:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random shots during my daily studying period with my sister. I was taking a short study break and started taking pictures of my house. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zYU6mNOI/AAAAAAAAATY/9n3F7h3QP1U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874641601737954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zYU6mNOI/AAAAAAAAATY/9n3F7h3QP1U/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zUVRlOdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4RrDc9DHVeM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874572978665938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zUVRlOdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4RrDc9DHVeM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;    My sister's laptop. Spot my History assesment book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zHjlIpyI/AAAAAAAAATA/sQsD84nLFPc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874353480476450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zHjlIpyI/AAAAAAAAATA/sQsD84nLFPc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zOyIeAcI/AAAAAAAAATI/whDhGAqFBd0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874477645857218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zOyIeAcI/AAAAAAAAATI/whDhGAqFBd0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol, my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6yxIdCX-I/AAAAAAAAASw/ZM3AgsO9Xyg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304873968241631202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6yxIdCX-I/AAAAAAAAASw/ZM3AgsO9Xyg/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6y3OIjTmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZFaMDhOV6Dc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874072845536866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6y3OIjTmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZFaMDhOV6Dc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entrance to the kitchen and my dad's favourite physiologist chair.lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6ysOkeAjI/AAAAAAAAASo/l8c3J-ta-t8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304873883984069170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6ysOkeAjI/AAAAAAAAASo/l8c3J-ta-t8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6ybeGsQwI/AAAAAAAAASg/i7sNx4ybBq4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304873596096365314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6ybeGsQwI/AAAAAAAAASg/i7sNx4ybBq4/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fire brigade themed kitchen,I love this the best! lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6x55tG4_I/AAAAAAAAASI/TT3Dz7gduvQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304873019389699058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6x55tG4_I/AAAAAAAAASI/TT3Dz7gduvQ/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6yReWoP5I/AAAAAAAAASY/bNjKct-5LaI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304873424364519314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6yReWoP5I/AAAAAAAAASY/bNjKct-5LaI/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad's family photo &amp;amp; our lil gallery corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6xsF5l22I/AAAAAAAAASA/BURKDmF-PJY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304872782145117026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6xsF5l22I/AAAAAAAAASA/BURKDmF-PJY/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6xdMI5XQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OKPJ2-7R0nE/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304872526121884930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6xdMI5XQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OKPJ2-7R0nE/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;      My mum on the left and me on the right. &lt;em&gt;What the hell happened to my Nick Jonas' curls?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3229840483516254108?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3229840483516254108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3229840483516254108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3229840483516254108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3229840483516254108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-shots-during-my-daily-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZ6zYU6mNOI/AAAAAAAAATY/9n3F7h3QP1U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-4009851672343292067</id><published>2009-02-20T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:07:35.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the carefree days.</title><content type='html'>Choir sucked. It really did for the whole freaking FIVE HOURS! It was all tension, frustrations, annoyance, screamings and scoldings. But the sectional leaders got the worse of all. Still, I know how they felt. I was giving my 101% but somehow, halfway through I lose my concentration. You can't blame me, I am tired because of  lack of sleep, never-ending-piles of homework, revisions and so on. Still, there is no reason for me to lose my concentration. &lt;em&gt;Where is my resilience when I need them so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, there is something I'm really excited and happy about. I'm chosen together with Asyura,Farhan,Maria and Sacha to represent 2E4 for the inter-class debate competition. Yes, my dream came true. I had always wanted to be in a debate team since... forever! Okay, I'm exaggerating. Since last year when I was watching the Sec Twos 2008's debate. It was really engaging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacha didn't attend school today since she was sick.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; GET WELL SOON, SACHA! &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all I have got to say, for now. I'm tired and I want to have a bloody good rest before starting on my homework. Which is alot. &lt;strong&gt;Teachers are so predictable sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-4009851672343292067?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4009851672343292067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=4009851672343292067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4009851672343292067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/4009851672343292067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-carefree-days.html' title='I miss the carefree days.'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-3846327432607758107</id><published>2009-02-14T19:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:22:26.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent Valentines Day with Maria and Sacha. It was enjoyable despite us being very tired and stuff. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoOeUIKcI/AAAAAAAAARw/avYjLL5kfoY/s1600-h/faheeen(387).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610577884457410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoOeUIKcI/AAAAAAAAARw/avYjLL5kfoY/s320/faheeen(387).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She took photo in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; shop. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoKKpveyI/AAAAAAAAARo/fUXnp8KZUZY/s1600-h/faheeen(388).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610503886928674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoKKpveyI/AAAAAAAAARo/fUXnp8KZUZY/s320/faheeen(388).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, we look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoF3XHckI/AAAAAAAAARg/NVrE1uPG4ZQ/s1600-h/faheeen(389).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610429989057090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoF3XHckI/AAAAAAAAARg/NVrE1uPG4ZQ/s320/faheeen(389).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Re Mi Doh&lt;br /&gt;(You guys should know what it meant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoCYGEh0I/AAAAAAAAARY/DbX-TD-j59U/s1600-h/faheeen(390).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610370056456002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoCYGEh0I/AAAAAAAAARY/DbX-TD-j59U/s320/faheeen(390).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Braceface is really cute and pretty today.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZan7y_C-TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2EOnyKNFPKk/s1600-h/faheeen(394).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610257015666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZan7y_C-TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2EOnyKNFPKk/s320/faheeen(394).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sacha too, gorgeous gorgeous. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZanzzYfqaI/AAAAAAAAARI/b4FxALJ-ZyU/s1600-h/faheeen(395).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610119683451298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZanzzYfqaI/AAAAAAAAARI/b4FxALJ-ZyU/s320/faheeen(395).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid, laughing at an &lt;em&gt;unexpected &lt;/em&gt;(Sacha!) photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZanvkcD_pI/AAAAAAAAARA/WMHNxn5d3AY/s1600-h/faheeen(391).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302610046952406674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZanvkcD_pI/AAAAAAAAARA/WMHNxn5d3AY/s320/faheeen(391).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever it is, I love you both alot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-3846327432607758107?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3846327432607758107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=3846327432607758107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3846327432607758107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/3846327432607758107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-spent-valentines-day-with-maria-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/SZaoOeUIKcI/AAAAAAAAARw/avYjLL5kfoY/s72-c/faheeen(387).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1627536107586524824</id><published>2009-02-13T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:14:44.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really lethargic. Ms Grace was seriously pushing every single one of us just now during our vocaling warm-ups. I don't even dare to look at somewhere else except her during the one hour plus of warm-ups.  I was practically staring at her, that it made feel really dizzy and everything around me looked really blur. i can still feel the dizziness in me. lol, the great impact Ms Grace had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to post any longer. I'm really tired and I want to get some sleep. But being a responsible (ahem!) student, I have to complete my debate by tonight. Sadly, not all my teammates are submitting their work to me by tonight. Which is really difficult for me to complete my work. &lt;em&gt;Please,please,please submit your work to me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop acting selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The world does not revolve just around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was being too kind to you and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You are taking me for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm someone with feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I cared about your feelings and you should care about mine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And not treat me like I'm your spare tyre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1627536107586524824?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1627536107586524824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1627536107586524824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1627536107586524824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1627536107586524824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-really-lethargic.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5304032540929971249</id><published>2009-02-07T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:47:27.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FUN FUN DAY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so beat. I'll have to make this a quick post since I have to complete the goddamn ACE Learning. Oh weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the morning, went to the debate workshop. It was okay, I guess. Suckish part is that they released us late. It sucks as I have to rush home since I was to be at Anisa's place by the time they released us. So, the rushing scenario starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anisa and myself was hyper today. We went to Woodgrove Plaza, Fairprice to find some snacks to eat since we were hungry. I was being absolutely random&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;("Let's buy a bottle of oil. So we can cook it with these fish.")&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and started acting retarded. Well, at least I had fun. Anisa was chasing  me to return my $0.30. I was like, "It's only $0.30!" and she will be like, "But there is an economic crisis!" &lt;strong&gt;Lol, it was fun all the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later part, Anisa's brother started to hang out with us. We were like crapping with my guitar and joking and stuff. And freaking guess what?&lt;strong&gt; HE BROKE MY LAST STRING!&lt;/strong&gt; Though the string is fixed already, I can still remember his face when the string snapped.     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I have to stop since its ACE Learning time.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English and Mathematics CA is coming next week. CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5304032540929971249?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5304032540929971249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5304032540929971249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5304032540929971249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5304032540929971249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-fun-fun-day.html' title='FUN FUN FUN DAY :)'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-5823211860429398042</id><published>2009-01-30T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:20:25.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good old days'/><title type='text'>We were both young when I first saw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week somehow felt short. Maybe it's because of the two CNY holidays. I spent Tuesday spring cleaning my house in the morning, guitaring with Sacha in the afternoon when she came over and family time at night on my new comfortable white/red sofa. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been on task on most of my work for this week. That's something good since I'm really serious about my studies now, more than anything. I had never been this serious before about my studies. Yeah, maybe yes. But not&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt; serious. It was mostly touch-and-go. Oh, I'm glad Ms Joyce is going slower for Math. But somehow by going slow, my class is now the slowest in all the Express classes. Damnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teachers have been complaining about the facilities in my class that whenever I thought about it, I get pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My class have no bookshelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My class' projector is spoiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My class' electricity socket is dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My class' OHP is worse than dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My class' center lighting have been flickering like some disco light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ms Shidah told us the school is going to buy us the bookshelf soon because they are still planning out the budgets and stuff. That's okay, since some of my classmates together with Ms Shidah took the iniative to arrange the books in boxes and pile them up nicely. The GO have been informed about the spoiled projector as well as the OHP. But the most frustrating thing is that, some morons [Mr Shah said so today in History] had painted OVER the sockets resulting the sockets to be dead. I think the lights have yet to be fixed. I was too busy to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I kinda enjoyed Art lesson today. We had to do some abstract drawing. I tried to draw some fairy singing. But it ended up looking like some &lt;em&gt;pregnant &lt;/em&gt;fairy singing, lol! I wanted to draw Mona Lisa but there wasn't any more time. Crapppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was Choir after school. I think for the first few hours of practice, Ms Grace was being tough. Everyone was stressed out that two of my section members cried. I was stressed out that I&lt;strong&gt; broke the cover of my mirror in my pocket&lt;/strong&gt;. I was that stressed and tired and pissed and worked out. I asked Chuan Ting if Choir was this tough during the previous SYF and she said, &lt;strong&gt;this is NOT even tough&lt;/strong&gt;. Man, I really don't like the sound of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But later on, Ms Grace was being the cheerful and bubbly self again when she was teaching us the words to our Japanese song. The words are really challenging to pronounce. Iqa and myself had a great time making fun at each other's horrible Japanese pronounciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Choir, headed to MacDonald with Maria and Sacha and we saw Raziq and Farhan there. We ate and crapped and made a lot of noise there but we don't care. It's been ages since all five of us had a great meal and laugh together. Around 7.30pm, we separated and went home. I was kinda reluctant to go home since I was having a blast with them. But then, it was getting dark and we had to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm going to call Maria and Sacha to discuss about tomorrow's plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Till then.                                                                                                                        Peace be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-5823211860429398042?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5823211860429398042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=5823211860429398042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5823211860429398042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/5823211860429398042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-both-young-when-i-first-saw-you.html' title='We were both young when I first saw you'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-6143446401628016702</id><published>2009-01-26T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:15:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of The American Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm officially hooked to The Secret Life of The American Teenager drama series. Amy is gorgeous and her boyfriend is cute in a geeky kinda way. Ricky is hot though he is abit of too much of a sex addict. EWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's review what I've done for the whole damn day. Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finished up any last bits of homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched The Bachelor Season 13 Episode 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched The Secret Life of The American Teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched a whole lot of other television programmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried my damn best to tune my guitar with the damn useless tuner, but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, looking at that, I come to the conclusion that I'VE NOT DONE ANY SCIENCE STUDYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great. Now, I'm guilty. Now, I have to switched off the damn computer and start mugging on my Science already. Which reminds me, I have to copy back the concept map on a fresh new piece of paper since my current one looks like sh!t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh. I wish I'm having chalet this year like the past two years.  My family &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spend Chinese New Year with my maternal side. Which is Haizan and family. Since everyone is busy with their own stuffs, we aren't having any chalet this year. Its kinda sad since I really enjoyed the chalet outing last two years. I had a blasting good time with my family and Haizan's family. Sigh. Too bad, no chalet this year. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum now is preoccupied with my first sister's wedding. She is a bride-to-be. And I'm gonna have a brother-in-law in THREE MONTHS TIME.  yes, I'm excited. Another addition to my humble family. Yay, another guy besides my dad in my family. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Till then.                                                                                                                         Peace be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-6143446401628016702?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6143446401628016702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=6143446401628016702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6143446401628016702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/6143446401628016702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/01/secret-life-of-american-teenager.html' title='The Secret Life of The American Teenager'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814181298115660248.post-1039856339137263490</id><published>2009-01-25T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:26:20.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longgggggg Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at 5.30 am, thinking that there will be &lt;em&gt;madrasah&lt;/em&gt; today. Later on, my mum asked me to double check with my cousin. I texted her, she didn't reply. Then I called, her granny (my grandaunt)  picked up and said there isn't any &lt;em&gt;madrasah&lt;/em&gt; today. So, yeah. I spent the whole morning on the computer, improvising on my blogskin. It still look retarded though. But, who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No school on Monday and Tuesday. I'm still wondering what to do on these both days since I'm done with my homework. I guess I have to study for the Science Quiz Mr Oh &lt;em&gt;accidentally-on-purpose&lt;/em&gt; let out. The quiz will be on Forces and Pressure. I like that topic. It's easy. But if then, who knows. The quiz might be so difficult that the whole class will fail and the class will be banned from even considering 3E3 2010 as their class choice next year. I know I'm exaggerating but haven't you heard? &lt;strong&gt;Life is full of &lt;em&gt;UN&lt;/em&gt;desired surprises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well, I think Haizan and family will be coming over in later evening today. Yay! At least there is something look forward to today. And maybe, I can practice my SYF songs with her since we're in Alto for &lt;em&gt;Oh Shenandoah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;White Horses&lt;/em&gt; (I still don't like that song) except for the &lt;em&gt;cute yet 'vulgar'&lt;/em&gt; Japanese song. I'm in Alto but she's in S2. Damnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Lunar New Year to all the Chinese people and Happy Holidays to the non-Chinese people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814181298115660248-1039856339137263490?l=ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1039856339137263490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814181298115660248&amp;postID=1039856339137263490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1039856339137263490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814181298115660248/posts/default/1039856339137263490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohgod-hearmeout.blogspot.com/2009/01/longgggggg-weekend.html' title='Longgggggg Weekend'/><author><name>sHeEL@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00685996745222271864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sy6EXdE3o40/R3Sjvl0d7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q2FUWcEYn9Q/S220/L+A+L+A+%5B%3D(104)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
