<?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-8658803014395508951</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:41:31.036-08:00</updated><category term='yew tee'/><category term='homework'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='garden park'/><category term='mickey mp3'/><category term='i won&apos;t lose faith'/><category term='g-force'/><category term='movie outing'/><category term='NE trip'/><category term='Home econs coursework write-up'/><category term='new account'/><category term='cck libraby'/><title type='text'>Chuckyzxz goes green!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-6429265857277475334</id><published>2009-12-02T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:59:06.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back to myself.</title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm feeling kinda guilty for not updating my blog. My computer crashed so I won't be updating that much. So, don't expect anything from this blog. And, to make things more fucked up, some shitpie asshole hacked my account and I can't access my account. Nice huh? Well, I don't give a damn about it anymore. If there's anything, contact me via phone or you can mail me(I'll check my inbox once I get internet access :D ). Wondering how the hell am I able to post without internet access? That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Shucks, I'm still looking for gifts for the percussionists..... From KEDAH. Haha. Will be looking for christmas gifts for ws percs(once I have the cash). :D Okay, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-6429265857277475334?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/6429265857277475334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-back-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/6429265857277475334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/6429265857277475334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-back-to-myself.html' title='Welcome back to myself.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-7046540245735935485</id><published>2009-09-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:58:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moreeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAy3CBztI/AAAAAAAABCc/fYYS8RaHEB4/s1600-h/DSCN3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517134333562578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAy3CBztI/AAAAAAAABCc/fYYS8RaHEB4/s320/DSCN3242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAyLaba-I/AAAAAAAABCU/Bmz3UT-VioE/s1600-h/DSCN3240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517122624744418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAyLaba-I/AAAAAAAABCU/Bmz3UT-VioE/s320/DSCN3240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAxw5DPJI/AAAAAAAABCM/xmwFkXs-E7k/s1600-h/DSCN3237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517115505425554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAxw5DPJI/AAAAAAAABCM/xmwFkXs-E7k/s320/DSCN3237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAxW4E0GI/AAAAAAAABCE/w81zlI29gwM/s1600-h/DSCN3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517108522012770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAxW4E0GI/AAAAAAAABCE/w81zlI29gwM/s320/DSCN3233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAwpAnA_I/AAAAAAAABB8/4cUibCqduXE/s1600-h/DSCN3231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517096209777650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAwpAnA_I/AAAAAAAABB8/4cUibCqduXE/s320/DSCN3231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-7046540245735935485?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/7046540245735935485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/moreeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/7046540245735935485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/7046540245735935485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/moreeeee.html' title='moreeeee'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsDAy3CBztI/AAAAAAAABCc/fYYS8RaHEB4/s72-c/DSCN3242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-1163611988157636733</id><published>2009-09-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:52:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya '09 pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_GEfAdLI/AAAAAAAABB0/-rymu6-lqdU/s1600-h/DSCN3222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515265339028658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_GEfAdLI/AAAAAAAABB0/-rymu6-lqdU/s200/DSCN3222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_FldjW2I/AAAAAAAABBs/hMsIEbJYBYk/s1600-h/DSCN3213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515257011428194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_FldjW2I/AAAAAAAABBs/hMsIEbJYBYk/s200/DSCN3213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_FDs1vXI/AAAAAAAABBk/uXvVEjyWoRo/s1600-h/DSCN3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515247948742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_FDs1vXI/AAAAAAAABBk/uXvVEjyWoRo/s200/DSCN3205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_EsW-WTI/AAAAAAAABBc/lnLPCzS4VGg/s1600-h/DSCN3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515241683015986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_EsW-WTI/AAAAAAAABBc/lnLPCzS4VGg/s200/DSCN3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_EN5vMbI/AAAAAAAABBU/AJNrfUFlqio/s1600-h/DSCN3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515233507324338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_EN5vMbI/AAAAAAAABBU/AJNrfUFlqio/s200/DSCN3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking. I'm lazy to type right now -.- HAHA. I'll update again when EOY is over. Top priority is my studies(wow, first hearing it from me. HAHAHAHAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-1163611988157636733?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/1163611988157636733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-09-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/1163611988157636733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/1163611988157636733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-09-pictures.html' title='Hari Raya &apos;09 pictures.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SsC_GEfAdLI/AAAAAAAABB0/-rymu6-lqdU/s72-c/DSCN3222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-5642402859858629395</id><published>2009-09-11T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:29:41.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g-force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mickey mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yew tee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cck libraby'/><title type='text'>Ahh, @$!@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hey, sup! To revive my blog, I'll update about the events that happened for the last two days. AHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 10th September 2009&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;On this not-so-beautiful day, I went down to Yew Tee to meet the seller of the mickey MP3. At first glance, I fell deeply in love with it. HAHAHAHAH! After paying, train-ed to Woodlands to watch G-force with mom&amp;amp;sis at Causeway. Cute movie, honestly :D &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;100 THUMBS UP&lt;/span&gt; FOR THIS MOVIE, SO, HURRY GET YOUR TICKETS TODAY! HAHAHAHAH. After that, bus-ed back home and immediately transferred the songs in my computer to the mickey mp3. Lol, and mom said this, 'no wonder you wanted to rush back home, you wanted to transfer songs right! *smile*' HAHAHAHA, she can read my mind now. But, I'm happy that there's no more fights, etc. Though, I don't think everything will resolve so easily. Of course, I know that there are still some grudges held deeeeeeeep down inside. Sigh. Anyway, Raya is coming, I AM SO &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; LOOKING FORWARD TO IT. Darn. This year's raya is going to be hell. I can feel it. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 11th September 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Woke up at 9am and found that no one was at home. Sheesh. Mom&amp;amp;sis went for table-tennis practice while dad was at work. So yeah, did the usual morning routine, which is, checking facebook. HAHAHAH. At about 10.45am, I got ready, etc. Then, waited for sis to come back. At about 12;15, she finally reached home. Told her to get ready quickly cz we're late, and like, seriously late -.-" But, being a sloth, she took so damn long to choose her clothings, wash up, choose a suitable shoe to match her clothings, pick a bag, do her hair. My god, she's even worse than me. HAHAHAH. Since we were already late, taking the MRT would probably cuase us to be EXTREMELY late, so, took a cab instead. Tsk, a waste of my money. -.- But, I'm to blame.. It was MY plan anyway, lol. Upon reaching lot 1, we rushed to the mrt control station and met Deena. After that, went to the library to do our homework. The first hour went smoothly and I was actually focusing on my homework but after that, I got soooo distracted, i stopped and slacked. Sigh. Dini finished up her homework and was bored, so, she pulled out random books about different countries, ALOT OF TIMES. Poor girl, she must be darn bored. HAHAHAHAHA. Then, Deena called Hanis, and guess what? Hanis was sleeping -.- She was supposed to meet us at the libraby at 2pm but, it was already 2.05pm. HAHA, i shall try sleeping on a 'going-out' day and see what they'll say, LOL. After waiting, Hanis FINALLY arrived and she brought along Mayang :D Lol, Deena said, 'Dua-dua bawak adek, abeh aku bawak adek sape?' HAHAHAHA. Surprisingly, Hanis didn't bring or even do her homework. Thank god, at least i know I'm not the only one. LOL. Camwhored a little, haha. Suddenly, this girl came up to us and talked to us as if we've known each other. Weird. I panicked a little cz, she had a 'scew loose in her head'. We came to a point where we were scared shit and so, we left and went to the children's area. Played hide and seek. HAHAHA. Classic man. At about 4+pm, we walked around lot 1 and window-shopped :D After which, we went to the roof garden(I don't know the name of the place but its outside the cinema area). Got ourselves wet. HAHA. Then, we seperated. Me&amp;amp;sis bought pies from pie-kia after that. Then, bus-ed to meet her. After this part, I'm lazy to type. BYEBYE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-5642402859858629395?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/5642402859858629395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5642402859858629395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5642402859858629395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh.html' title='Ahh, @$!@'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-2776258200062510241</id><published>2009-09-01T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:17:25.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home econs coursework write-up'/><title type='text'>Sh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;AHHHH, damn it. I'm not done with the home economics coursework write-up man. Actually, I've done half of it already but, I forgot to copy it to my usb. The stupid write-up is still in the school's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt; computer. Holy sh*t la cb. Sigh, so much research to do, so little time. And ugh, I'M IN LOVE WITH THE iRIVER DISNEY MICKEY MP3. Yes, I'm actually in love with an object. I can't stop thinking about it. LOL. I'm still persuading my mom to get it for me but sigh, she said I'll lose it in the future. Apparently, she can't get over the fact that I lost the red Adidas watch that she bought for as a birthday present last year. Ya, it was expensive but hey, atleast give me another chance ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;(blogger's being a bitch again, so I can't upload a picture of the mickey mp3, so, google it yourselves. Sorry bout this..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm, I thought of buying them for my friends, but sadly, i'm out of cash. SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Persuading time, byebye! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-2776258200062510241?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/2776258200062510241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/sht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/2776258200062510241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/2776258200062510241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/09/sht.html' title='Sh*t'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-1046837805039040209</id><published>2009-08-31T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:30:11.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't go to school, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;'Sup man. Today is Teacher's Day, but, I didn't attend school. Sigh, asthma again. Plus, I was darn lazy to lift my ass up from the bed. Hahaha. Anyway, nothing much happened today, so, I'm just gonna post random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, my results are like CRAP. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Science; 20/50 (E8, actually, supposed to be F9. But, 'cher helped me look for marks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Math; 12/40 (F9. Constant failure throughout the year -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Mother Tongue; 28/60 (D7. Improved.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;English; 18/30 (B4. Standard dropped by 3 grades D: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Geography; 21/40 (C6. Dropped by alot of grades. MYE was A2 D: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Results for History, Literature, FNN and Art not out yet. Stay tuned. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Quiz time! Mind you, I am bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you single? : Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you happy? : For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you bored? : YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you fair? : Nope, I'm brown :D LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you Italian? : Do i look like one? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you intelligent? : In a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you honest? : It depends on the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you nice? : Some people think so. But some people's first impression of me is unfriendly D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you Irish? : Bloody hell, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you Asian? : Yeah! Proud to be one, in fact :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Full Name : Nur Fitriya Bte Fitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Nickname : Fee, Fit, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Birthplace : KKH, Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hair Colour : Black with a little bit of dark brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Birthday : 20 January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Mood : Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Favourite Colour : Green! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;One place you'd like to visit : The Bahamas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever been in love? : Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? : Uhm, at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Do you currently have a crush? : Nope, don't feel like having a crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever broke anyone's heart? : Don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever been hurt emotionally? : Loads of times. I'm even used to it -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken? : Isn't this question the same as the previous one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone and you'd afraid to tell them? : Hmm, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Are you afraid of commitment? : I admit, yes. But, at times only. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Who was the last person you hugged? : Deena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Who was the last person you said "I love you" to? : Someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Love or Lust? : Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hard liquor or Beer? : VODKA! LOL. Just kidding. Not applicable. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cats or Dogs? : Hamsters? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;A few best friends or any regular friends? : Any regular friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Pen or Pencil? : Pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Wild night out or Romantic night in? : Wild night out. HELL YEAAAAAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Money or happiness? : Both are essential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Day or Night? : Day. I'm more active :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;IM or phone? : Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Been caught sneaking out? : Sigh, many times. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Seen a polar bear? : Yeah. They're cute and big! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Done something you regret? : Yes, due to my stubborn-ness and stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Bungee jump? : Don't think I wanna try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Eaten food that fallen on the floor? : When i was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Finish an entire Jaw Breaker? : What's a jaw breaker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Been caught NAKED? : -.- I don't feel obliged to answer. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Wanted your Ex bf back? : .............Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cried because you lost a pet? : Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Wanted to disappear? : Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;PREFERENCE IN PARTNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Smile or Eyes? : Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Light or Dark hair? : Dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Huggs or Kisses? : ..........You know, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Intelligence or Attractions? : I dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;TopMan or Zara? : I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Funny or Serious? : Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Shorter Or Taller ? : Taller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Older or Younger? : Older/same age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Outgoing or Quiet? : Outgoing but, knows his limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sweet Or Bad ? : Haha, 50% of both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ever peformed in large crowds? : Yeah. Loads of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ever talked on the phone for more than 1 hour? : Yeah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ever tried walking on your hands? : You think i can? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ever been to a Rock concert? : Sadly, no. But, would love to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ever been in a drama play/production? : Nope. But, i've watched one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ever been in a Rap video? : Ya, by FEE PRODUCTIONS. -.- But hey, i can rap~ -.-, NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;THE LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last phone call you made: Dini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person you hug: Deena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person you hung out with : Deena, Ummairah, Jeevitha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last time you worked: Forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person you talked to: Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person you IM'd with: Didn't IM for quite some time already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person you texted with : Syahirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person(s) you went to the movies with: Natasha, Syahirah, Hanis, Stacia, Jeevitha, Carissa,Tricia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last person/things you missed : Well, No one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last website you visited: YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-1046837805039040209?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/1046837805039040209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/didnt-go-to-school-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/1046837805039040209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/1046837805039040209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/didnt-go-to-school-again.html' title='Didn&apos;t go to school, again.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-6009270861796120541</id><published>2009-08-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:46:48.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Yo, didn't go to school today :D Headache + lazy. HAHA. Anyway, i missed out alot today. Sigh. And, i was damn bored but luckily, friends entertained me by texting :D Hmm, watched Marie Digby's music video, 'feel'. And shit, it made me cry. -.-" Anw, I just got my heart broken recently. Fcuk. I realised, loving someone so much, only causes me heart aches. Tsk, even if I pretend to be happy, someone will definitely notice that i'm pretending. I try not to cry, but hey, I can't help it man. Even if i did told him that 'i will move on', i find it fcuking tough. Of all the heartbreaks i went through, this one is the worst. Damn it. Well, just like the song, 'that's what you get when you let your heart win'. HAHA. Whatever SHIT that happened at Yew Tee, I'll forget it all. Don't even wanna remember it. Makes my heart ache so much. Anw, i texted that crap was just to let out how i really felt, the truth. I don't need a response cz, i already know that it's too late. I realised that i was a toy. A toy you can play with when you're bored. Wow, thanks man. It feel so damn &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be your toy. Well, what do i have to say? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FCUK YOU&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/8658803014395508951-6009270861796120541?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/6009270861796120541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/6009270861796120541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/6009270861796120541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahahah.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAH'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-1909406351370298397</id><published>2009-08-23T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:37:43.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ @ Bukit Timah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Yo, wassup man. Didn't upload for like, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; days already. -.- So, here to post bout yesterday's BBQ. Woke up at about 12noon. Then, took a shower and got ready to meet the rest. Took like, half an hour to choose my clothes. Haha. So, i got ready earlier than expected. What else? Play comp for awhile luh. Left the house at 3.20pm. What the hell, I thought i was late sia -.- Luckily, i was, a minute early. I was DAMN &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; when I got to know that there were only 2 girls, i thought got more sia -.- So, bought the stuffs at NTUC. Took more than half an hour can? After that, bus-ed to Bukit Timah to go to Shaun's house. Waaaaaaaah, his condo damn nice la &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Supposed to set up the fire, but in the end, they &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pushed each other into the pool&lt;/span&gt; -.-" LOL. And, half the guys were half-naked -.- My &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;virgin eyes&lt;/span&gt; man. LOL. After playing in the pool, they went to the Sauna. While, me, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Syahirah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Junyong&lt;/span&gt;(?) did the marshmallow thingy. HAHA. I was damn&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; tempted&lt;/span&gt; when looking at the food siol. Naseb aku tahan nafsu untuk makan. LOL. So ya, got ready everything. skipskipskip. EATING TIME! (by then, it was already time to break fast.) bbq-ed the chicken wings, sausages, crab stick, bacon, etc. Syiok ah. LOL. Spent like more than 2hours eating lo. I eat only, 4 chicken wings, 3 crab meats only sia. LOL. Cz, i was kinda full. But they didn't believe me. LOL. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt; said, 'give priviledge to Fitriya la..' and i was like, 'dont want la.. full already'. Then he gave me the shocked look -.- LOL. then, 'you sure not?' LOL. Then, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ShunDa&lt;/span&gt; was the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;first class bbq chef&lt;/span&gt; sia. LOL. Bbq the chicken like pro siol. HAHAHAHAHAH. Then, another chef came. Guess who? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Syahirah&lt;/span&gt;. Then another, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;. Pro right? BUT SADLY, cook like pro, but the chicken not cooked -.- The chicken skin look nice but, take one bite and its still not cooked. LOL. Bbq-ed the chicken alot of times can -.-" The guys eat like there's no tomorrow. HAHAHAHAH. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ShunDa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zachary&lt;/span&gt; went off first(pangseh urh? lol.) After that, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Junyong&lt;/span&gt;(?) and the guy who nicknamed me 'drummer' went off as well. So, left with me, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Syahirah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JunJie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Devin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt;. Sat at the table and gossip. LOL. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Junjie's&lt;/span&gt; idea lo. HAHAHAHAHA. We gossip then forgot that Shaun was bbq-ing the food alone. LOL. But gossiping with them was fun la. Alot of bullshit. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. Then, SOMETHING happened. HAHAH, You know, I know la. '&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;counselling&lt;/span&gt;' hor. HAHAHAHA. Damn hilarious. But, sadly, you can't know. AWWWWWWWW, don't cry. :( HAHAHAHAHAH. After clearing up the pit, we chiow-ed @ 9.35pm. Took 171(gossip in the bus as well. Derrick talk so loud. LOL.) back to plaza to go to McDonalds. Continued to gossip there. LOL. Then at 10.30pm. everyone chiowed, Skipskipskip, reached home at 11.10pm siol. HAHAHAHA. That's it folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh,my geog paper only pass by 1 mark. WTF.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 21/40&lt;/span&gt; sia.(like, a c6/d7?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Tsk, should have studied for the geog lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-1909406351370298397?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/1909406351370298397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-bukit-timah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/1909406351370298397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/1909406351370298397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-bukit-timah.html' title='BBQ @ Bukit Timah.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-5762310489809105872</id><published>2009-08-08T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:37:16.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NE trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie outing'/><title type='text'>Life is on a happier note now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey! I know i've been rather&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; pessimistic&lt;/span&gt; these few days. Forgive me for that kay? Anyway, yesterday's learning journey sucked like, _l_. What the heck man -.- . Went to this aeroponics farm then to sungei buloh then to another aeroponics farm again. Freaking tiring and hot! And, the tourguide &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nagged&lt;/span&gt; at us like fcuk. Seriously, he nagged at us for irrelevant stuff again and again( So annoying.) Nat and Stacia were humping on each other. My, my, it's so obscene, i shall not go on further about it. LOL. Ben, well, did alot of stuff, he even hecked care when 'cher was looking -.- So, after the stupid trip, the driver sent us back to school. Went to the toilet to change then walked to the gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeah, lrt-ed to lot 1 with Syahirah, Hanis, Natasha, Stacia, Carrisa, Jeevitha, Tricia. On the way there, we had a little squabble. Sigh, luckily, it was not a serious quarrel. We watched UP at 1.20pm, thanks to Carissa's mom. Actually, we had to pay $8 cz it was an online booking. But, Carissa's mom told us to pay only $6. Wah, so kind. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THANKS!&lt;/span&gt; :D Natasha was feeling unwell, so, took temperature. She had a fever.. But, she's all better now. Thank god. UP was funny, seriously. But, i was too tired so, slept during the movie but, i woke up when it was finishing. LOL. After the movie, Stacia went off first and so, the rest of us window-shopped until 4pm+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Took the same train ad Tricia.. She alighted at Yew Tee while i alighted at Woodlands. Took 911 home and i saw &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of people i &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to see. My god, they spoiled my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reached home, slacked. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Will post pictures, don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-5762310489809105872?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/5762310489809105872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-on-happier-note-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5762310489809105872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5762310489809105872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-on-happier-note-now.html' title='Life is on a happier note now.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-8107634559120232455</id><published>2009-07-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:37:58.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel like giving up, man. I can't even scold properly. How am i supposed to lead the section? I feel like shit, once again. but, i keep telling myself to endure. I keep convincing myself to be motivated, to be optimistic. But hey, I realised my efforts are all in vain. I'm too fierce, they give attitude, too nice, they trample on me. Is this how it is when the previous section leaders were still in charge? I never thought it was THIS difficult. The members seem so dead. Why? Is it too tiring? Too boring? That they feel so dead? I keep thinking, ' Am i a bad leader? Am i not doing my job as an SL?' And, that Wednesday incident ticked me off but, only for a short while. I know, they don't like to get scolded. But, what can we do? Attitude, come late, want to pon band, no motivation, want to quit band. So, why am I fighting a losing battle? Why is this batch members unmotivated? Sigh, I want to do something about this.. But, what? I don't want to scold but, your actions really made me do it. Why join band, if you're not passionate about it? If you don't put your heart and soul into it? Is it just for the CCA points? Think about it. What happened to the motivation? Are we going to start from scratch cz of this? Please think about it.&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/8658803014395508951-8107634559120232455?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/8107634559120232455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/8107634559120232455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/8107634559120232455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-8393543441470379737</id><published>2009-07-18T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:10:54.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SmHLu5epZkI/AAAAAAAABBM/7ob3Hh5XBWM/s1600-h/2288932018_307aab2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359789038111385154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SmHLu5epZkI/AAAAAAAABBM/7ob3Hh5XBWM/s200/2288932018_307aab2976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why. But, I'm feeling rather pessimistic right now. Maybe cz of everyone's nasty comments.. I know I'm fat. I know I'm ugly. I know I'm not pretty and not even average! I know it all! I don't need you people to tell me that. So what if I'm 'happy' on the outside? That doesn't mean I'm happy in the inside.. I DIDN'T ASK FOR MYSELF TO LOOK LIKE THIS. I thought that, all these comments will eventually stop. But how wrong i was. It kept on going and going. And yeah, i totally lost confidence in myself. Lost confidence in everything i do.. I even lost confidence in singing. I thought that I should pucker up and sing but then, those comments came again. I'm seriously starting to think that everyone is lying to me. I don't have the up-to-standard vocals right? Then just say it.. Why lie to me? Always making me hope so much and in the end, my hopes are crushed. I even hate my body. Saggy breasts? Fatty? Big ass? I know all that. I wanted to lose weight. But you people told me it's impossible for me.. so yet again, i lost my confidence.. How nice isnt it? All of you have such nice bodies, nice faces, nice everything.. I feel like pulling out from the band.. I don't want to embarrass myself on stage and then, get cussed at. I've had enough of it all. I tried to stay cheerful for as long as possible, but i can't take it anymore. Have you people had enough fun? Enjoy making fun of me? Enjoy torturing me with your comments? Had enough?!!&lt;/span&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/8658803014395508951-8393543441470379737?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/8393543441470379737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/8393543441470379737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/8393543441470379737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-faith.html' title='Lost faith.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SmHLu5epZkI/AAAAAAAABBM/7ob3Hh5XBWM/s72-c/2288932018_307aab2976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-840066901224628477</id><published>2009-07-15T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:38:39.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Monday, 13th July 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, so me, Syahirah, Hanis and Shaun went to Bukit Timah Plaza to survey the electric guitars. On the way to the bus-stop, we kept fooling around and took like, half and hour to get to the bus stop which was opposite BPP. lol. Then, Shaun played my guitar while walking there and we called him, 'ITALIAN MAN'. hahaha! Fking hilarious la. After we reached, had to climb a a flight of stairs. !!! Imagine carrying two guitars -.-" Haha. Shaun led us to the shop and we were quite impressed. Apparently, there was a package, Electric/bass guitar + Amplifier + bag=$285. Pretty worth it uh. So, me and the girls bought more picks for ourselves. LOL. At first, i had 5 picks then, i gave 1 to Ummairah and 1 to Syahirah. LOL. Then, Shaun saw this pretty cool guitar, i thought it was an okay price. Then skali, he asked for the price and it was $500+. I was like, ...... LOL. So, decided to eat first and then discuss. Went to pizzahut. Or should i say, PH? lol, it's an inside joke so, you probably won't understand.. HAHA! In pizzahut, we were freaking chaotic la. We laughed as if we were choking. haha. I have the pictures and videos, but sadly, i can't upload them. Sigh. Cracked ALOT of jokes there. When we were eating, we were in total silence, then, Shaun SUDDENLY laughed. LOL! I was like, 'siao ah?' then he keep laughing. Then i said, 'see, you make him laugh like that! He almost died cz of choking yknow!' LOL. Somehow, all of us laughed for no reasons. For example, me. I suddenly laughed, then the rest of them also laughed. LOL. Syahirah laughed, we laughed. Shaun laughed, we laughed. HAHA! Then, Syahirah took her pizza pan and played around with it.. HAHA. She was trying to make 'powerpuff girls'. She added chilli, cheese, pepper and what poofed out? POWERPUFF SAID! lol. Dont know why, but we suddenly disturbed Said. Lol, innocent sia he. But, too bad XP. AND! This weird song suddenly played. So seductive la! Then we kept laughing like mad. HAH! After eating, went home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;15th July 2009, Wednesday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing much happened today. Except for the discussion. FREAKING HILARIOUS! First, we were talking seriously then, out of nowhere, we talked about MJ and crapped around -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAHA. Did the crotch grab and did more stupid things. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Recess was funny as well &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha, then the rest of the school periods was about me and Daryl fighting, again. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school, the usual uh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's it uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pardon my HORRIBLE english. I just dont feel like typing properly today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-840066901224628477?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/840066901224628477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/840066901224628477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/840066901224628477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA!'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-5094679304818263332</id><published>2009-07-11T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:40:14.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'sup people! Was busy these few days, so, i didn't have the time to update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anw, school was okay-ish yesterday. Recess, sang in class with Deena. Couldn't pull off the high notes cz there was So many people, I'm too shy.  So ya, Deena was singing most of the time.. HAHA. Me? Slack but! I was singing inside my heart. CEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school, went jamming. Ira and Shaun couldn't make it :( So, only me, Syahirah, Hanis, Natasha, Deena and Ummairah went. We were quite shy la. Cz, the other band was the seniors.. Not that familiar with them ah. But still, it was fun. After jamming, went to block 517 with Syahirah to get something. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, today(Saturday), went jamming again. And! I learnt 'your call' by secondhand serenade! But, my hands are still not that fast enough. Sigh, Bilalah aku peh guitar skills ble improve? LOL. After that, Azhar taught Syahirah how to play 'This love' on the bass guitar. Cool :) The seniors were quite funny ah. I caught myself laughing loads of times.. Ohya, i still think Alep's voice is better than mine. SIGH. I'm still not there yet uh. Need to extend my vocal range a little bit more.. Then, Syaza came.. I love her hair man! and she's pretty too! (okay, this is random) After jamming, one senior, hairkal? haikal? Alah, i donno his name, sang something. FUNNY SIA! A song about going home. LOL. Then, the rest of the seniors joined in. HAHAHAHAHA! So ya, we left without even saying goodbye. Man, i feel bad about it.. But nehmind, there's still a next time.. So, went to Syahirah's house to practice.. Freaking funnny. Joked around in her house. I swear, i laughed loudly. i Totally forgot that her mom and brothers were at home. wtf. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anw, shall continue next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bb.&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/8658803014395508951-5094679304818263332?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/5094679304818263332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5094679304818263332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5094679304818263332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sup.html' title='&apos;Sup.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-3005776693161344678</id><published>2009-07-01T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:40:37.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Updating again! Be honoured kay. AHAHA! Sorry ah, i'm too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School was great, i guess. MP4 lesson was the blast man! At first, me and Fabian were talking about someone. LOL. Then, Shaun joined in the conversation. Fabian was talking, then, Shaun flipped through the dictionary and found some words to describe Fabian. LOL! First word was, 'fugitive'. Then, 'slut', 'fuddly-duddly', 'pedophile', 'incest' and some other words(too obscene to post. HAHA!) We kept on laughing like mad. Alot of obscene stuff were said. Then, Julian joined in and we continued talking about random stuff. HAHA! I remembered one part, If i'm not wrong, Shaun said it? 'Huh?! You and your cousin had a baby?' or something like that. I was laughing my ass off. Talked about random and obscene stuffs until the end of the period. LOL. Then, ACE period. I almost fell asleep during ACE. Then, Haikal, Said, Aqif squeezed their way through, i THOUGHT of tripping them, but nah, I'm a good girl today. HAHAHA! And haiz, they never taupok birthday boy, Said. No fun lor. If they taupok, i take picture sia. HAHA! Ohya, then as i was falling asleep, i suddenly heard, 'look at Fitriya!' and so, i suddenly woke up. LOL. It was none other than Lizhen who said that. HAHA. After ACE, went to the toilet and changed. After that, went for band. Surprisingly, today's practice hurt my back the most. The previous practices only caused minimal pain to my back. But today, my back hurt like hell. Don't know why. So, disturbed Faith again. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After band, went to BPP with Ros, Clarisse, Florence, Valerie, Nizam. Bought some stuff and then we went to the pasar malam. Walk here, Walk there until we bought some food. Thanks Florence! For lending me the money. (: After the pasar malam, walked back to BPP and sat at Mcdonalds for awhile. After 1/2 hr passed, we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-3005776693161344678?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/3005776693161344678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/3005776693161344678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/3005776693161344678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-5712218402433489399</id><published>2009-06-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:41:09.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers was fuggin awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hey, 'sup. Didn't update for a few days cz my comp crashed. I was like, WTF man. Anw, comp is okay now. HAHA. Sooooo, I'mma update bout today, yesterday, and the day before yesterday. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;24 June 2009(Wednesday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, mom, Sis, Aunt Sharipah, Syaheerah, Kak Syafiqah and Abg Syafiq went for an Ice skating Outing. One word, AWESOME. Location? Kallang Ice World @ Leisure park. Real ice man. And, it's friggin cold. To make thing's worse, i was wearing shorts! HAHA. Ate at Coffee bean&amp;amp;Tea leaf. Ordered Pure Vanilla ice-blend while sis ordered Pure chocolate. Felt so farking full man. And there was cake as well. My stomach almost exploded. Haha. After eating, went ice-skating! The ice-skates was stinky :x But overall, it was fun. Though my toe felt like breaking + i almost froze to death. LOL. Took some photos as well. Mom and Abg Syafiq 'raced' each other at the ice rink. -.-" Mom whined like a kid cz Abg Syafiq cheated. LOL. I don't know how the hell those two get along. Dini, Mom and Abg Syafiq skated smoothly so i thought it was fuggin easy. Then, i tried to skate like siao also, but i almost fell. -.-" Well, ALMOST! hahaha. Dini fell like, 3 times? The last fall looked fuggin painful. Ouch. Abg Syafiq also ALMOST fell. Lol. Mom? Jatuh teruk siol. -.-" It was, HILARIOUS! Cz i was always sticking to the side of the rink, mom pulled me away and taught me how to skate. Or so i thought -.-... At first, she guided me through the ice rink. Then, she fuggin pushed me when i least expected it. WTF. I was struggling like mad to keep my balance. Wanted to take revenge but, i can't skate well. So, decided to forget about it. After 2 hours of ice-skating, we went to eat at KFC(nearest fast food restaurant. Sigh, i wanted to eat at MACS.) After eating, walked around the mall for awhile. Then, mrt-ed home. Felt so tired man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;25 June 2009(Thursday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the afternoon, went for a movie outing with the WS percussionists, Mellody and Veronica. Intended to have the outing with the Springfield percussionists but, they can't make it. So, too bad. Met up with them at CCK mrt. Well, as per normal, i was late. Everyone was already there.. Lol. HAHA. Sorry yo. Train-ed to Bugis, Florence kept cracking jokes and i couldn't hold my laughter, LOL. Booked the tickets for Land of the lost. Then, ate Uzumaki ice-cream. $3 for a small cup, but still, it was worth it (: Their mango and milk bubble tea ice-cream is awesome. You people should try it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, looked around for a place to eat. In the end, we ate at Seafood Harvest. It was something like Jack's place but, their food was only okay-ish. 2/5 stars perhaps? And yeah, we were late for the movie. The movie was at 2;50pm. But we went in at 3+pm. LOL. Luckily, it wasn't the exciting part yet. HAHA. The movie was funny. Alot of perverted scenes. heh. I'd rate the movie, say, 4/10? It was funny, but it didn't really amaze me that much. After the movie, went to Bugis Street for awhile. Then, i went off first. Train-ed back to Woodlands. Went home after that. Adjusted my hair, sprayed perfume and then, went out again. Met up with the usual people and we watched Transformers 2: Revenge of the fallen. It was AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME! The movie was like, 2 hours 45 mins. My butt was aching but it was worth it! I won't tell you people what happened in the movie or else it'll be a spoiler XP And again, we looked for a place to eat. Swensens, pizzahut, long john silver closes at 10:30pm. And it was already 10:05pm. So, in the end, we ate at Burger King. Halfway when we were eating, they talked about my shaved eyebrow and that i might see ghosts. Tsk, fuggin freaked me out man. They kept on rambling about the supernatural -.-" I mean, pity the person who might crap her panty(me)! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOR PICTURES, GO TO MY FACEBOOK. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658803014395508951-5712218402433489399?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/5712218402433489399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-was-fuggin-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5712218402433489399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5712218402433489399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-was-fuggin-awesome.html' title='Transformers was fuggin awesome!'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-7866430935515606769</id><published>2009-06-17T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:41:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey yo :D Finally updating again. HAHA. Anyway, Me, Clarisse and Ros went to Springfield to help them with their music. Actually, it was an exco thing and it was cancelled but WE didn't realise it -.-" LOL. Train journey was friggin' long la. Like, 45-50 mins? Ccck to Tampines sia. And, must take bus somemore. After the train ride, took bus 69 to Springfield. When we reached the school gate, the security didn't let us in(i think. :/ ) Sooo, stood outside like idiots for awhile before calling Mr Lim.. HAHA. Apparently, they were having lunch at a coffeeshop. Sigh, so paiseh leh :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, Mr Lim told us the direction to the coffeeshop through the phone. Walk, walk, walk. And we finally saw Justin :D He lead the way for us. Thanks dude! :D As we walked by, some SPF band members said hello and stuffs. Haha. So friendly :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sat with Cheryl, Mr Lim, Justin, JJ(?) and another malay guy. :D Oh, and i got to know that Mr Lim told the whole of SPF band that i liked _______. What the hell man. I was so embarassed lor. Sigh, what to do? Then, Mr Lim kept asking _____ to sit with us -.-", he even said, 'your loverboy come already'. LUCKILY, he haven't reach the table yet. If not, I'd probably hitch a ride from someone and escape. LOL. They kept disturbing me lor -.-". I remember one part where Mr Lim said, 'so how? Good?' I pretended not to understand what he meant until he dropped the subject. HAHA! After eating, they brought us back to Springfield's band room. Damn nice :D It was like, HUUUUUUUUGE (: And the percussion area was friggin COOL! Went for a 2 hour sectionals, i think. Watched them practice and stuffs like that. After sectionals, went back to the band room. Skipskipskip. At one point of time, the percussionists were peeking over the Timpani and kept staring. And they were like showing signals with their hands or something. If i'm not wrong, it meant, "pull?" Well, pull what? LOL. Didn't understand what they meant so, dropped the subject. The trombonists were seriously funny. We cracked up alot. :D After that, walked to the gate. Before that, some SPF and members said, 'bye' and waved or something. Then, we didn't reply and kept on walking cz didn't want to be paiseh. And, cz of that, i heard, 'sombong ah/seh.' Sooooo, I turned around and waved back. LOL. And i think i heard, 'yay' ? And someone was still waving. LOL. Then, we walked to the bus-stop to wait for Ros's father. Then, her father arrived and he dropped us at Lot 1. Thanks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;next, Clarisse accompanied me to the toilet cz i needed to pee. HAHA. After that, we went to the basement and separated there. I went to Old Chang Kee while she went to the pet shop. Bought some food and went home after that. At night, msn-ed with the percs. Talked crap alot :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They are damn funny can? After that, Dad told me to sleep cz i didn't get enough sleep these few days which explains why i have panda eyes. Ugh, its so ugly to look at. I look like a friggin zombie now. So kids, here's some advice. SLEEP EARLY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha.&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/8658803014395508951-7866430935515606769?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/7866430935515606769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/7866430935515606769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/7866430935515606769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-6892275554925479726</id><published>2009-06-13T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:41:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm, I'm officially the SL of percussion. Time to lead and guide my section. It's going to be rather tough since the percussion section is big. But, i won't give up. For the band, my section and for my ex-SLs, I will continue to strive as a leader, no matter how difficult it is. I'm going to change my section to be better, mark my words on this. :) I'm happy, but yet, I'm scared? Weird? HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And, Thanks Jolynn for the gifts and the chocs! I really appreciate what you did for the section, seriously (: Thank you for leading me, and making me a better percussionist. Oh, Thanks to all seniors for your hardwork! (: I will seriously seriously seriously miss the times when the seniors were still in band. It was more lively (: And, good luck for your O's, seniors! Go far and succeed in life (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, end of my speech (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, the handover ceremony was fun and funny (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When it was lunch time, my section and me went to BPP for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was hella' funny, i tell you! (: Valerie and Florence were 'public marching' outside Starbucks while waiting for Evan. LOL. People were staring at us man. Melody, Sharmaine and Qidi just kept on laughing. HAHA. After that, went to McDonalds to eat. It was seriously funny when we were in McD. Faith was laughing like siao. HAHA! We were taking candid photos of each other and making so much noise yknow. People were staring at us, but heck. She took better candid shots of me. I only took a little. HAHA. Bus-ed back to BPP after lunch and i was still taking candid shots of her. HAHA! REVENGE! (; Outside school, Owen kept saying 'Bitriya' and i thought he said 'Bitchtriya', ROFL. I was like, 'bitch'? and he said, 'so you're admitting you're a bitch??' LOL. I almost killed him(joking.) After that, GAME TIME! Evan and me were the game ICs for 'do you know your band'. It was fun, seriously. When the last group finished, we went back to the BB court to wait for the water games. Damn effing fun! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, bathed and went to auditorium for the handover ceremony. The drum solo was abit, uhm, messed up? Well, we weren't well prepared for it. Sigh. I knew we could do better but, sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next, we had a buffet dinner. And, after that, went home (:&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/8658803014395508951-6892275554925479726?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/6892275554925479726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/6892275554925479726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/6892275554925479726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/updated.html' title='Updated.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-8545862437947946558</id><published>2009-06-11T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:42:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heheheh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SjEMiIqNJ4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/GPCEE_xbywI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346068013245081474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SjEMiIqNJ4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/GPCEE_xbywI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahah, i don't know why but I'm feeling SUPER hyper now. Actually since just now la. LOL. So, Springfield Band came over to West Spring. At first, i was kinda shy and stuff but then, during foot drills, talked to one or two of the percs. They damn friendly man! (: i had no idea who the hell the SL was. And, their Assistant.SL didn't come. Then, later on, i found out that their SL was also the SPF's Assistant Drum Major. Then, lunch time! Ohya, i forgot to introduce the SPF percs. They are; Hamirul, Elsa, Darren, Bryan, NAT(short name), Bryan. (Is anyone left out?) Anway, lunch was fun! Took 15 packets of the food and gave them out to the percussionists. Sat infront of Elsa. At first, we were kinda awkward but as time ticked, she started talking a little. and yeah! A new friend! Hahaha. Ira and me were 'challenging' SIZES(uhm, heheh, dont understand? nevermind.). Haha, she said the guys kept disturbing her(hehe, terpikat kot? (: ) After lunch, went to the dance studio first. And after that, went to the parade square to practice for the Spring Carnival thingy again. And yknow what? The heat from the sun burnt my skin. Like, seriously. HAHA. After that, went for sectionals. Uhm, well, it was kinda CHAOTIC. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wsmb percs taught SPFB percs how to play 8 7 6 5 cz their warm-up routine was different from ours. Theirs was cool man. Serious. Messy at first but then, improved a little. Moving on, we also did single stroke rolls. And hell, the SPF perc's SL damn pro can? He can do the single stroke roll damn fast, but me? Must practice more. Sigh. Skipskipskip. Then, i realised wsmb percs were a little distracted, so, gave them a short break before resuming sectionals. But, i'm kinda impressed by SPF's percussionists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, we played our drum solo for them, and they played their drum solo for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cool man. Hehehe, new friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Something happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Then, Hamirul took over for awhile. After that, he told me to take over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Did some pumping cz something happened.(I have no idea what the hell happened.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Then, Nat(perc) advised me about some stuffs like, 'you control your section. Not your section control you. You gotta take charge.(not really accurate, but i think this was what he said)' Well, thanks. Valerie also gave some advice(Actually, alot) cz of that something. Next, sectionals ended and we played music a little. After that,SPF band packed up and got ready to leave while wsmb moved to the foyer to send them off. Hmmm, can't wait for the next exchange program with Springfield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Tmr's the handover ceremony, I am damn confident about the drum solo. HAHA! UMBRELLA! ELLA ELLA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;That's all folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&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/8658803014395508951-8545862437947946558?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/8545862437947946558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/heheheh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/8545862437947946558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/8545862437947946558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/heheheh.html' title='heheheh!'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SjEMiIqNJ4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/GPCEE_xbywI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-5582172138692080053</id><published>2009-06-10T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:44:47.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band=tiring+fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, three days of band practice have passed. I'm starting to feel the strain on my shoulders(the quad tom is heavy la siol.), legs. But, no strain on my hands. HAHA! Anyway, today's practice was pretty fun (; Sigh, but i messed up alot during the spring carnival practice :( Hehe, atleast i played a little louder this time, instead of yesterday when you can't even hear the quad tom -.-" Oh, oh! I'm getting even darker now. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Heees. Skipskipskip, after lunch break, Mr ____ came and taught us (8,7,6,5), (single stroke), (double stroke), (R,L,L), (L,L,R), etc. He is damn pro la. Sigh, i also want to be like him. Damn damn pro. (: Then, practiced the drum solo for the handover ceremony from 4pm-5pm. Managed to finish it in 1 hour leh. All thanks to all the creative percussionists (: I'll try to film it and post it on youtube(hopefully.) Oh, and i have to sing Umbrella(by Rihanna) during the solo. HAHA! Then, they played around a lil bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Valerie; techno monks! *start chanting like a monk, the techno way. lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone burst out laughing non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another one was;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joey drops something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me; *Stare* Eh, (not happy ah?! but in chinese. Dunno how to spell ah.) You not happy come see me ahhhhh. *act pai-kia(sp?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joey; laugh like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me; laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joey; *pauses* then laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me; dont laugh leh.. you laugh, also laugh. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After, we continued laughing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next, Mr ___ came in and we showed our drum solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, i find this cute. (not accurate though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are band members from West Spring Band!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are proud to be a band member!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We strike with pride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We march to glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And we will be the best! (we will kick your ass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The exco had to sing that infront of the band in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmmmm, anyone kind enough to teach me how to play a guitar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The end, babe!&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/8658803014395508951-5582172138692080053?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/5582172138692080053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/bandtiringfun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5582172138692080053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/5582172138692080053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/bandtiringfun.html' title='Band=tiring+fun.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-2890598677330290076</id><published>2009-06-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:45:02.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i won&apos;t lose faith'/><title type='text'>Yeah, i won't give up. Not now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll never reach it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every step I'm taking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The struggles I'm facing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i may not know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just keep pushing on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-from Miley Cyrus's new song; The climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After listening to it, I realised many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shouldn't lose my faith in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just gotta keep trying, push on and move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And, thanks to Faizal(not my cousin btw. -.- different one. And, 'faizal' is not HER real name. HAHA!) for your 'cheer up' email and call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Syahirah for understanding the situation i'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Hanis and Deena for wanting to know what the hell happened and for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks passerby for the wonderful tag, though i may not know you, but still, your tag really cheered me up and made me realise some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Ashley for wanting to lend me the money. I really appreciated it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Though this 'battle' is still going on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll still be the same me, I won't become an emotional person just cz of this situation I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE!&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/8658803014395508951-2890598677330290076?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/2890598677330290076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-i-wont-give-up-not-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/2890598677330290076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/2890598677330290076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-i-wont-give-up-not-now.html' title='Yeah, i won&apos;t give up. Not now.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658803014395508951.post-7144795380407015256</id><published>2009-06-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:45:12.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new account'/><title type='text'>Blogger pisses me off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New blog, new account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why? Blogger messed up my previous blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ugh. Anyway, relink me kay?&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/8658803014395508951-7144795380407015256?l=bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/7144795380407015256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-pisses-me-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/7144795380407015256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658803014395508951/posts/default/7144795380407015256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-thehatchet.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-pisses-me-off.html' title='Blogger pisses me off.'/><author><name>supєя.cнucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14532840252403099326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fpa640jNL90/SVTxjpq2MQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VBeFFU6XIOU/S220/birthofahero-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
