<?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-7723288</id><updated>2011-07-27T02:26:51.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Personal Anymore</title><subtitle type='html'>Just insights.
Insights that are not so personal anymore.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-116417584915951120</id><published>2006-11-22T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:19:56.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE BATTERIES QUDSIA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought replacing prom night with something like a mini tea party was a horrible idea, but I thought wrong. Yesterday is one day I will never forget, for many different reasons from being too "outstanding" because I was too formal, to gathering together as a batch for the very last time for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway. My feet hurt like a piece of crap by the end of the day so while walking out of OCC, Wende and I decided to change shoes. Personally, I think he looks good in heels. Bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I never thought I'd say this, considering the fact that I hated the school the moment I was posted to it four years ago but I really will miss it. From the students, to the teachers, to the hustle and bustle all of us once had to endure every single day as we move from class to class... Everything, really. After all, where else can we find another school like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I think Punggol Secondary School has managed to leave a mark somewhere in my heart. Awwww... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000423.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/S5000456.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000456.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very bottom of my heart, thank you for the once in a lifetime experience and most of all, for willingly sharing your friendship with me. =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-116417584915951120?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116417584915951120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=116417584915951120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/116417584915951120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/116417584915951120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-116417540205286766</id><published>2006-11-22T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:50:21.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I write too much so I'll let the pictures do the talking for today, or at least, for this entry, on what has been happening. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hari Raya 2006 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for (only) two days because Hari Raya fell about a week before 'O's, which explains why I'm not in most pictures. Oh well. Like what someone once said, you win some, you lose some. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had fun though, and I did too, for that hour or two when everyone came down to my place and the cousins gathered in the study room where I was trying to squeeze some stuff into my head to gossip the night away. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Etah%20&amp;%20Nani.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Etah%20%26%20Nani.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Etah%20&amp;%20Ura.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Etah%20%26%20Ura.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Hmmm...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Hmmm...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Threesome02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Threesome02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Young%20Ones.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Young%20Ones.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Ladies%20in%20da%20House!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Ladies%20in%20da%20House%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I went MIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/00%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/00%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/00%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/S5000404.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Ke En and I went to get Shabreen a farewell card and cake to surprise her with! 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Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie. So maybe not emo &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;, but well, makes me think about stuff a bit too in depth. You know? Hmm... Oh yeah. Regina asked me this question yesterday night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you can change one thing that you'd done wrong in the past, what would it be?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My answer? Nothing. Not that my past is super-duper perfect but I've learnt to accept myself (I honestly can't bring myself to understand those who don't love themselves completely, no matter how hard I try) and I've long realised that who I am now is a product of the mistakes that I'd made in the past. Not that I'd done something so majorly wrong that would cost me my future/life to begin with but well, there really isn't much that I would want to change. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for Ila's exams to be over. It's so weird seeing her mugging her time away while I waste time watching TV. It's as if we switched roles or something! Haha! So anyway, she's like my personal planner cause she's doing almost everything to prepare me for prom, or like what I call it, the mini tea party for us graduating students tomorrow. Oh, the joy of having an elder sister. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonna talk to mum now. Bye. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-116401085832586406?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116401085832586406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=116401085832586406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/116401085832586406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/116401085832586406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-really.html' title='Random, Really'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-116396126372451001</id><published>2006-11-20T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:04:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I start rambling, let me put an end to this hiatus by doing this err, thing that I've been tagged to do by gorgeous Nasuha. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I'm tagging those who wants to be tagged. Oh well, just do this if you feel like it and post it up on your blog. I won't sue you for copyright. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In no particular order, whatsoever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Things I Like Most About Myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. My heritage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. My randomness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. My sarcasm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. My tolerance level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Err... My muddle-headedness? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Random Facts About Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I really want to swim with dolphins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I have a crush on a friend's brother. WAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I have a problem with punctuality. (I'm seriously working on that!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. I usually go high at around 11.30 at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. If my grandfather had kept his surname when he converted, my last name would be 'Yeo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Things Most Important in My Room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Dressing table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Cosmetics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Things I Can’t Be/Do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I can't cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I can't wrap presents well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I can't draw. I drew stick men in Primary 6! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. I can't handle electrical stuff well, with all the wires and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. I can't sleep without the presence of a pillow even though I'll use it to cover my face and my head will end up on the bed. Bwahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Most Favourite Food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Mee Goreng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Ice-cream!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Rojak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Most Favourite Drinks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Iced Milo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Cafe Galilee's Cookies &amp;amp; Cream Milkshake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Delifrance's Chocolate Frappe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Teh susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Pepsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's kinda late and I don't feel like blogging right now. Actually, I don't feel like blogging anymore but there's this thing somewhere in my mind that says I will be back. Haha! Maybe I just won't blog as often as before. I don't know, really. Now that the big 'O's are over, I really wonder what I'll do with my time but I doubt I'll spend ages online. Heh. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need something to do, given the amount of free time that I have. I realised that packing my days with stuff like meeting friends can be fun but that alone is simply not enough. I need something much stronger than that. I mean, I can hang out with fantastic people and have a blast the entire day but somehow, at the end of it all, it still feels empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want something worthwhile to do. Something that involves helping others or improving myself... Well, stuff like that. I plan to volunteer somewhere so let's see what that will lead me to, aye? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. For now, I'm as free as a potato and have been spending my Raya collection like nobody's business. Bwahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-116396126372451001?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116396126372451001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=116396126372451001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/116396126372451001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/116396126372451001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/ending-survey.html' title='Ending Survey'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-115887118266342396</id><published>2006-09-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:39:42.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's obviously not the end of the year yet but having gone through almost three-quarters of it, it's not such an impossible task to summarise how 2006 has been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was reading the entries I posted earlier this year and the thought that crossed my mind was, "It's so fast. It's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; fast." I never really noticed how fast time flies, until I read about what happened like, six months ago and realised that I can still remember every single detail about that very day, right down to how I laughed and with whom I shared the laughter with, as if it was only yesterday - maybe even this morning! Then, a questioned popped into my head. How did I spend the year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One word: School. Without the need to calculate the number of hours, I am so certain that I spent most of my time in school, with my friends and teachers. Apparently, that was how I've been spending my life for the past three years as well. Somehow, things were different then. It was so simple. So easy to score, so easy to do well, so easy to live. Life has taken a complete turn now. It's no longer that smooth and clean road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2006 marks the end of my journey in secondary school and just that thought alone is enough to scare me. I thought I'm an independent person but I'm actually very much unprepared to stop being spoon-fed by the teachers and face the real world out there, filled with all sorts of people. It's a challenging world and I can't help feeling insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm scared for 'O' Levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm scared for my career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm scared for my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm scared to face what life has planned for me, yet, curious at the same time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess it's about time I move on - By myself. I have to stop depending on others all the time, because I need to make a name for myself and I can only do that alone, with the simple reason that everyone will be too busy doing the very same thing for themselves to guide me the whole way through. Most importantly, when you make a name for yourself, it's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; accomplishment. It's not a shared prize. It's yours and yours alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2006 has been a pretty trying year, filled with many bittersweet memories. That is probably what that makes it so much more memorable than the others. I met many new people who left deep footprints in my heart and got to know those who have always been wandering around in my life better. I learnt about life. About what mine is all about and how it no longer revolves around me and me alone. I was taught how to see things from a different perspective and this time round, for the very first time in my sixteen years of existence, I learnt what &lt;strong&gt;true friendship, unconditional love, passion and dedication&lt;/strong&gt; are all really about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best part is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still learning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just like any other normal beings, I'm not perfect and there were definitely times when I did things I shouldn't have. But you know what? It's all right. It's all right because I'll be fine and I know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm working to be a better person. Someone who talks less and listens more. Someone who focuses more on others' strengths than criticising their weaknesses. Someone who is more determined and who will one day discover how strong her strength, faith and determination can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the song playing on Clara's blog and because I can relate to the lyrics, it seems really special somehow. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do I Make You Proud&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one to raise my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was not me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now that's who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am standing tall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is full of endless gratitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one to guide me through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only just beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what we dream about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the only question with me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I make you proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs to rise up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs to be loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess this entry is pretty err... off? It probably doesn't make much sense because when I read it again, I can't seem to get what I was trying to say, yet, at the same time, understand the whole thing completely. Weird? I think so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There're so many uncertainties, and yet, I can't help but desire for more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-115887118266342396?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115887118266342396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=115887118266342396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115887118266342396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115887118266342396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-115831268984560672</id><published>2006-09-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:53:23.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, Only to Disappear Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a short one. Doubt anyone will read this anytime soon anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S PRELIMS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Geography. Never loathed Humanities so much my entire life. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for everything to be over and start doing all the stuff I've got planned. =D But before that, the books are all I've got. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Before you do something, think twice. If you lie, rest assured it will be known eventually. Just because we keep quiet and pretend everything's okay doesn't mean we're not aware. Do take note that we're not as ignorant as you think, because we do have contacts and the guts to ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not pissed. Just annoyed. Really annoyed that you have to stoop down to such a level."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-115831268984560672?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115831268984560672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=115831268984560672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115831268984560672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115831268984560672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-only-to-disappear-again.html' title='Back, Only to Disappear Again'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-115191897283671227</id><published>2006-07-03T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:57:09.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've got to admit, I was euphoric when I first saw the front page. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bukit Panjang Government High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preliminary Examination 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English Language Paper 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the feeling of complete euphoria died almost instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say the paper was a complete killer but the passage is so damn long that my friend said it could have easily passed as something from GP. Plus, the so-called story is so (no offense to BPians) boring that I almost fell asleep while reading it. It was good practice I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bug &lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt; for the Math paper now. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I wanna talk about something interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read about it a gazillion times but I never really thought about it until I realised how close it can be to me. She's still studying. For goodness gracious sake, she's only 19! Yet, she may be expecting?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, note the word &lt;em&gt;may be&lt;/em&gt; but the chances are pretty high. Hey, it's depressing okay. Seeing someone you care about not being able to enjoy her adolescent years completely because she now has a kid in tow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to set the record straight, I don't look at young mothers through tinted eyes or anything of such. I mean, if you're mentally prepared, financially stable and feel that it's the right time to start a family, then by all means, go ahead. But then again, how mature and financially stable can you be at the age of 19, when you haven't even completed your studies yet? Let's face it. This is no more our grandparents' generation where it's perfectly all right for women to get married and pregnant at such a young age. This is a completely new era!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I can't even imagine myself as a parent say, a decade from now, when I'm 26. In fact, I think I still want to go out and enjoy myself as a single woman then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you want to lead a carefree life, (quote from Irene) free from the scheming society and without any financial burdens just like any normal teenager? A life where your only worry is the upcoming test and what to wear for tomorrow's date with that oh-so-cute-guy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you want to go out and explore the world before settling down with a man/woman and starting a family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't you want to experience things that can only be experienced during your adolescent years? Why enter the ever-challenging phase in life called parenthood at such a young age, when you're not even prepared to begin with? After all, how responsible can someone so young be as a parent? You wouldn't want a life, or rather, your very own child's life to be wasted because of your irresponsible acts, would you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, is there anything more humiliating than meeting your relatives say, during the festive seasons with a baby in your arms, when you're not even married yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this is something everyone is aware of. Deep down, I believe no one wants to make such a mistake but it still happens. Why? Are Man so vulnerable and to a certain extent, naive, as to allow one mistake to destroy their lives? I guess sometimes, it just boils down to basic discipline and principles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've said my piece. I've got to make calls to hotels for the English assignment now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-115191897283671227?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115191897283671227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=115191897283671227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115191897283671227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115191897283671227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/young-parenthood_03.html' title='Young Parenthood'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-115010620467905123</id><published>2006-06-12T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:02:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been listening to a number of "memorable" songs. Surprisingly, most of the time, it was purely coincidental. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit, he came across my mind a few days ago. Not that we had something on. After all, what we shared was a purely simple yet platonic friendship. One that was formed sometime two years ago, merely a month before he had to leave the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that fateful Wednesday, once he left, things just couldn't fall into place. All the plans that was made vanished because things just wouldn't work out. I suppose the day he comes back to Singapore will be yet another normal day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, really. I used to hate him so much but eventually, as I grow up and think things through in a more mature manner, I realised that he actually made a difference in my life. Even if his presence was only for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the friend who was there but wasn't really there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was the joker who came up with stupid things just to cheer everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who'd keep me company either via MSN or text late at night when I couldn't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a friend who sadly, I didn't get to know well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The friend who in a way, I took advantage of and never bothered to appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And unfortunately for me, it dawned to me that to lose a friend like him is actually my loss a tad too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being emo or depressed here because honestly, I'm perfectly fine but sometimes, especially during the holidays, when you have more time to yourself, you tend to just sit down and think about life. Stuff like where you're heading, what happened before... Just a flow of memories that catch you by surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but &lt;em&gt;the song &lt;/em&gt;popped into my head a few days ago and all of a sudden, I miss us. The four of us. The days when we'd just chill and crap through the entire day. The days when we were so bored that we came up with stupid games to play. The day when we had our first and final Monopoly game together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the fact that &lt;strong&gt;each and every single one of us &lt;/strong&gt;have gone through our fair share of shit that caused the huge change. I suppose things will never be the same now. We're older, more mature and conscious about what we do and say. Bottom line is, we're changed people. We're no more the same group or team we once were. Now, we don't move around as a foursome anymore but more like a pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, if there's anything I can do about this, I'd just want us - all four of us, to start afresh... 'Cause I miss those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, don't you just wish typical memories will simply stop coming back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That aside, I'm in need of songs 'cause I'm so sick and tired of those in my MP3. Can some kind soul please send some to me. *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I was so confused and slightly annoyed just now 'cause some freaky girl from Malaysia grabbed two of my pictures via Friendster. Like, what the hell. I mean, even if you want them to do some sort of voodoo or something, don't you have the basic courtesy to ask me first? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read the the entry I wrote (or rather, typed) in my diary three years ago. Guess having one ain't such a bad thing. Makes you laugh big time in the future. Can't believe the stupid things I once did with my friends. Suddenly miss Amirah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Hazel came down on Friday and we were crapping through all the way 'till about 9, when she left 'cause she knew I wanted to catch Women of Times. Would have dragged her to catch it with me but she don't follow it so yeah. Oh, and here's the interesting bit. She was actually from Pei Dao Secondary, which, in case you're not aware, is the former name for the school I'm in now. Plus, she used to be in band and was the band major as well! Cool or what? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORLD CUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is great. Sure, neither me nor my entire family are football people and we get lost all the time but watching it with those who're just as muddled as I am (in other word, goons) is fun. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my schoolmates, see ya tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-115010620467905123?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115010620467905123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=115010620467905123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115010620467905123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/115010620467905123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/typical-memories.html' title='Typical Memories'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114899441752586728</id><published>2006-05-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:31:35.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;on hiatus but I just &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hazel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course, I love JY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*wide grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my friends and the usual peeps though. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat for Mother Tongue paper yesterday. Yes, it's over but... For good? I don't know but I surely hope so. My only fear is that moderation will be done. People, pray for me okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Nas is all right. Babe, stay strong yeah? Hope you'll come back soon 'cause I seriously think you need your family most right now. Love you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Something was said on TV the other day which caught my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's hard to remain best friends when I have a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Which wife and husband don't exchange heated words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna comment on these but I gotta run. Probably next time. Do think about it if you've got the time though. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will reply to tags err... Next time. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. I'm off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Night everyone! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114899441752586728?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114899441752586728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114899441752586728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114899441752586728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114899441752586728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114821588134238913</id><published>2006-05-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:05:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas had a good time laughing her head off the other day when we went to get our futures "predicted". She now has a nickname for me, thanks to the freaking machine. Evil her. *pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was what I got. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/IMG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/IMG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going on a serious hiatus so I suppose I won't be alive in this bizarre network for quite some time. Keep tagging if you feel like it but don't expect a reply anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... There's such a thing called text you know. *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You know what? I really admire the Singapore Idol judges. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114821588134238913?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114821588134238913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114821588134238913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114821588134238913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114821588134238913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/before-it-all.html' title='Before It All'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114779478544040036</id><published>2006-05-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:16:24.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Replies</title><content type='html'>Thanks to MYE, I'm like uber depressed right now. Not quite in the mood to blog so am just replying to tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for the fun afternoon wonderwoman! I'm so in love with that hand machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asyraf:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll teach them to appreciate their mums before their dads. =p Thanks for the songs by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shumei:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regina:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know. Thanks hun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yilin:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; See ya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasuha:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HELLOOOO!!! Gawd. I'm depressed! HELP! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clara:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love you tooooo!!! YAY! No fish-fish or chicken-chicken. Let's go Long John's Silver. I love their fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MYE? It's such a pain in the backbone. &lt;strong&gt;URGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a dead chicken. It's just a matter of time before someone cooks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114779478544040036?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114779478544040036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114779478544040036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114779478544040036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114779478544040036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/tag-replies.html' title='Tag Replies'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114750847333082525</id><published>2006-05-13T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:32:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I luurrve my &lt;em&gt;Profile&lt;/em&gt; page. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I'm really off this time. Promised my sister I'd wake her up like, 18 minutes ago. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114750847333082525?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114750847333082525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114750847333082525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114750847333082525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114750847333082525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/by-way.html' title='By the Way...'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114750635200466847</id><published>2006-05-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:06:56.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE WARNED:&lt;/strong&gt; The road you're about to encounter is extremely bumpy. Do drive carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wasn't feeling my extreme best and needed a place to vent my unhappiness without causing any physical injury to anyone or damage to anything, I typed an extremely long entry on Friday night. However, as I was too engrossed with other stuff - one of which was loading songs into my MP3, I didn't manage to wrap the whole "essay" up before finally hitting the bed at 3 a.m. *sheepish grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recount of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt - A feeling that is usually mixed with many others. Surprisingly, this time round, it's not. I'm neither upset nor disappointed. I'm not pissed or annoyed. I'm just hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I ask, you'd always reply with the same answer, maybe structured in countless different ways but boiling down to the same main point nonetheless. Despite never succeeding for the past few months, maybe even close to a year, I never stopped trying. I held on to this ray of light and tinge of hope that someday, somehow, you'd reply differently. I admit, there were times when I had my doubts and debated with myself but never did I once stop trying. In fact, the thought didn't even cross my mind because I thought that as a &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;, I should at least try to understand your situation, even at times when I simply can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what? I've changed my mind. I give up. Surprised? Caught off-guard? Don't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know me well - You, out of all people, should know that I'm a strong person. Maybe not physically but definitely mentally. You, out of all people, should know that I don't admit defeat easily. Of course, just like any other human beings, there were times when I feel so low that I wish someone would just kick me to my death but as time goes by and I'd managed to regain my sanity, deep down, I know things will eventually work out and I'd be fine again. By shedding tears, it doesn't mean I've lost. Truth be told, I can't even recall the last time I'd said, "I give up," and actually meant it. For me to stop trying, what more, admit it openly, is almost impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, all these would not have been said if you had just told me the truth. It was such a simple thing to do and yet, you didn't. Correct me if I'm wrong but I think by doing what you did, it's almost equivalent to saying that you simply can't be bothered anymore. It takes two in a friendship and I can't get everything to work out all by myself. If you're not even trying, why should I, when I'm not even on the losing end to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw is this - You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought we were friends. Buddies, in fact. I confided in you, just like you confided in me and we trusted each other with our innermost secrets. Somewhere in this friendship of ours, there were definitely flaws but despite everything that had happened, I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; expected you to lie because I was under the&lt;strong&gt; illusion&lt;/strong&gt; that we were close friends. I thought you were trying your best, just like I was. I guess I thought wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have read and deciphered the signs. I should have took the hints and stopped convincing myself that it was just my pessimistic point of view at work. Unfortunately for me, and maybe even for you, I didn't. Instead, I lived in denial, trying to hold on to this relationship, thinking that eventually, things will go back to how it used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the best part? It's the fact that you may not even know it's you I'm talking about. Maybe if my feelings were different, maybe if I had been more pissed than hurt, I would still bother to go up to your face and tell you the truth but once I stop believing in something, don't even bother talking sense into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe I was so gullible as to believe you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As sad as it may seem, I've stopped believing in this friendship of ours. I'm tired of trying but I never stopped. Until now, because you made me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A LIGHTER NOTE...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister managed to cheer me up, probably without even realising it, which ain't much of a surprise. Unless she's in one of her moods and decides to be a complete pain in the backbone, she's one of the best sisters around. She named the playlist in the computer, "Our Songs". I'm so touched. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after sitting for the extremely horrendous Biology Paper 2, I headed home to find it completely empty and I thought I would end up spending the afternoon brooding over Biology but thankfully, mum called less than five minutes later asking me to join her and Ila for lunch. Here's the best part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WENT SHOPPING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAYNESS! x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bought DVDs and loads of tops before moving from one McDonalds branch to another searching for Shaker Fries, but it was all in vain. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, MYE is almost over, with only Chemistry left, though I think I pretty much screwed the whole thing up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been the best &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;examination partner ever and I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; her to teeny weeny bits and pieces! Clara, don't worry!!! You'll do well!!! I have faith in you. Trust me because I trust you! *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I never realised how much I miss hanging out with my sisters. As in, both of them. I'm always spending time with Ila, since we live under the same roof and stuff but my eldest sister's married and lives somewhere else so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday, all three of us locked ourselves in the study room and spent &lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; chatting the afternoon away. Plus, we went online shopping and indulged in Rocky Road. Well, Ila and I did while my eldest sister was busy adding stuff to her cart. Heh. Oh, the good old fun. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay. I'd better run and do something worthwhile with my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: According to my online user counter, there were 7 users in my blog at a time and &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt; tagged! Sheesh. Defeats the purpose of having a tagboard in my blog. *hint hint* =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114750635200466847?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114750635200466847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114750635200466847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114750635200466847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114750635200466847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/hurt_13.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114639975426328700</id><published>2006-04-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T07:25:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder how she do it. To be able to balance her studies and social life (i.e blog like, literally everyday, shop, swim, golf, etc) is like, &lt;strong&gt;WOW.&lt;/strong&gt; I know she mugs and probably deserves the kind of results that she gets but I'm jealous nonetheless 'cause ever since this year started, my social life has gone down the drain. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*If you're from my school and is cracking your head right this minute, trying to figure out who she may be, don't bother 'cause she's not from our school. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so TV deprieved, just like Yvonne, Mastura and a bunch of other people. I don't even know what's showing in the theatres anymore and heck, I miss shopping so much. I'm so gonna explore the whole Singapore once MYE is over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to join the AK team can? Can can can? The people are like uber nice and friendly and as if the fact that they're fun is not enough, they have even &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; fun when they meet up and stuff. I'm green with envy, I swear. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my future all planned out, from what I want to do after my 'O's to my ambition. It's the &lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt; thang. &lt;strong&gt;YAYNESS.&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114639975426328700?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114639975426328700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114639975426328700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114639975426328700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114639975426328700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/booyah.html' title='Booyah'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114630750080263144</id><published>2006-04-29T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:51:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taking a break from school work. I've been texting Sarah and Mas to keep myself awake but there's still loads to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've uploaded photos which will more or less sum up my past few weeks so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-year examination will begin in less than a week. Yayness. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; exams. Heh. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;01. Random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/PICT0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/PICT0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sits straight and smiles wide*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/PICT0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/PICT0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... The informal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*peace, weird hand signs and more bunny ears!* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/CIP"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/CIP%20%2706%20-%20Wash%20Madness.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/AKLTG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing stuffed toys in school is &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;130406 - (Band) Concert @ the Hub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/DSC02446.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/DSC02446.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finger thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture and I don't know why. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/PICT0124.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/PICT0124.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*points*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best seniors ever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/PICT0126.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/PICT0126.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Xuqi was able to join us, the French Horn section would have been complete. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;03. 220406 - Sports' Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/22-04-06_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/22-04-06_1022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/22-04-06_0813.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/22-04-06_0813.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saladin rocks but &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; rocks &lt;strong&gt;MORE!&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/22-04-06_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/22-04-06_0910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look stuck up here but I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/22-04-06_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/22-04-06_0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahida + Nuraini + Dinah = Pure, plain madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/22-04-06_0930.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/22-04-06_0930.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;HERO&lt;/strong&gt;! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/22-04-06_0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/22-04-06_0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best juniors ever because he &lt;strong&gt;ROCKS&lt;/strong&gt; my world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/Rocking%20the%20Stadium02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/Rocking%20the%20Stadium02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; can rock the stadium! Heh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;04. 260406 - HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY to ME! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/2006%20-%20The%20Box.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/2006%20-%20The%20Box.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/1600/2006%20-%20Cake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/488/320/2006%20-%20Cake.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the ice-cream cake! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who willingly parted with their money just to get me presents and cards, thank you so very much. I truly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others who took some time off to text/email/shake my hand/write me a testimonial wishing me happy birthday, thank you. I cherish it just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, thank you for remembering. I doubt there's a need to mention names. You guys know who you are. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I've got to mention this though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amirah, Kamilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thank you so very much for calling just to sing me the birthday song. I was so touched that my eyes started welling up with tears. Haha! Despite not being in the same school for almost four years, you guys are always somehow, somewhere with me. Thanks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've got to hit the books once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114630750080263144?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114630750080263144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114630750080263144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114630750080263144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114630750080263144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573265808730025</id><published>2006-04-23T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:54:00.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've decided to come back to blogspot, as stupid as it may seem. I suppose many will be ultra delighted by this piece of news. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a small problem though. Everything on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/&lt;/a&gt; is in Chinese and I don't understand a single thing! Thank goodness I know my way around! Help needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd love to sit back, slack and do a bit of blogging but I've got loads to finish up so I'll probably do this next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I love a bunch of people but with regards to what happened yesterday, I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss Siow, Mrs Lau, Clara and Calvin. You guys are the sweetest. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573265808730025?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573265808730025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573265808730025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573265808730025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573265808730025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-good.html' title='For Good?'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573375742459275</id><published>2006-04-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:54:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels like ages since I last came online to blog. So much has happened for the past two weeks and there are loads that I really wish to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I will blog about it when I have the time. Right now, I've got to finish my homework and do my revision so that I'll be on time with my study schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sum everything up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. 3 days + 4 guys + 1 course = Turning point of my life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt so much from the AKLTG course. It's not just about doing well academically but also, in fact, mostly, about life. Adam asked me this: Who are you? Despite cracking my head, trying to find a suitable answer, I couldn't come up with one until the end of the day. Try asking yourself that. If you're able to answer, good for you. If not, I believe it's about time you do some bit of research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am wrong to say this but many have lost the fire in their eyes and forgotten what they had screamed at their friends just for a piece of paper. Some had probably forgotten how hard they'd fought for it and chucked it in the trash can... And I don't understand why. It has only been two weeks. Two extremely short weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself and so many people that I'll make it through. I'm NOT going to break that promise. I'll make sure that the determined and motivated Shahida will always be around, no matter how bumpy this game called life turns out to be. I will make it through this examination as tough as it is. I've cried and done so much to make sure that I remain standing and I'm NOT going to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero. That will always be with me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Concert @ the Hub (Band Concert - 13/04/06)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stepped down. My journey as a bandit, sectional leader and band major is over. Four years of hard work eventually boils down to one public concert. What can I say? It has been one hell of a ride and as much as I hated the long hours of band practices sometimes, I'm going to miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. When I have the time, I will blog an extremely long post but for now, I've got to hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My family got me a Samsung MP3 as an advanced birthday present! How sweet of them! I didn't even ask for it! After all, I'm perfectly happy with my discman but oh well... No complains! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; I suppose everyone knows that I am very much on hiatus. Mid-year examination is just around the corner and everyone will be busy preparing for Prelims and 'O' Levels after that. I truly apologise for not being able to update as regularly as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your understanding. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573375742459275?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573375742459275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573375742459275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573375742459275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573375742459275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-feels-like-ages-since-i-last-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573364082750961</id><published>2006-04-01T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:54:41.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weekends are here!!! &lt;strong&gt;WOOTS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *jumps around in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure has been one hectic week for me. For the past five days, I've been so caught up with band practices and the preparation for our upcoming concert that I was able to reach home only after seven! Well, except for Thursday when I had my so-called Math tuition and stayed back for two hours after the official dismissal time. It was more like a Q&amp;A session though. Heh. Oh well, it helped nonetheless. Thanks JL!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4A and 4B will not be having classes for the first three days of next week as we'll be involved in the ever so popular Adam Khoo's course. I'm kind of looking forward to it, especially after hearing what my schoolmates who have gone through the course have to say. Oh yeah, I'll probably try catching up with whatever I need to within those few days as well, since my class won't be touching on any new chapters and stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practices are getting real intensive. It's a complete repetition of last year, when we had to prepare for the SYF competition. Not that I'm complaining. After all, I'm sure all of us want the concert to be a success. Well, okay, truth be told, I can't wait to get this done and over with. I'll be stepping down on the 13th of April, exactly after the major event. No more band practices, no more long hours of staying in the music room practicing on my French Horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take this the wrong way. I love band. I really do. I love the members; I love trying out different scores and music. It's just that band is taking up too much of my time and I can't afford to lose all that when I'll be sitting for 'O' Levels this year. Oh, how I envy those people in the Integrated Programme. I doubt there're all happily slacking away at the age of 16 since they're learning all the 'A' Level stuff (which, I presume, ain't any easier) but well, at least they don't have to sit for 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm bored out of my wits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ila is probably still in school and my brother-in-law just arrived to pick my nephews up, which means there'll be no one to bully soon. Haha. Nah, just kidding. It's just that the house gets real quiet without them. As irritating as they can be with their ultra noisy toy guns and stuff, they're real adorable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I talked to Siti just now!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's cool is that I learnt quite a number of things from her. She may be just a maid but that doesn't mean she should be looked down upon. In fact, she's quite smart and she's only doing this to earn money to further her studies. I'm lucky. I suppose all of us are, looking at the fact that we're reading this (i.e. have access to a computer complete with Internet). We don't have to work and stay away from our families just to earn money for education purposes. I guess, regardless of how superior you are, there'll always be things that you can learn from others. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ila and I will be having a movie marathon tonight!!! =D She brought some DVDs back from our eldest sister's place the other day so yeah. Oh no, I just remembered. There're no junk foods in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today's entry is so random. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better run and do something worthwhile with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573364082750961?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573364082750961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573364082750961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573364082750961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573364082750961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekends.html' title='Weekends!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573359908997695</id><published>2006-03-26T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:54:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time flies. Real fast. No one told me it'd be this bad. I'm not prepared for this. I'm at such a loss right now and it doesn't feel good. Things could be going my way one minute and change the next. Somehow, due to that major change, I end up not knowing what to do and how to move on. It's tough. I'm not going to deceive myself anymore into thinking that being in a graduating class is perfectly okay because it's not. Being in a class filled with people who mugs their time away like nobody's business is scary, especially when you're not doing the same, or rather, not putting in the same amount of effort as them. It's scary and I'm not kidding you. So much of being in a typical neighbourhood school. My class so don't act like one. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Let's be optimistic and look at this from 'the glass is half-filled with water and not half-empty' point of view. At the very least, having such classmates makes me study, whether I want to or not. OH WELL. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do well. I mean, who doesn't... But I have a life as well and one of my greatest fears is to lose that due to the never-ending examinations. Okay. Please don't think I'm depressed or something due to this entry but I've got to admit, 'O' Levels scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a lighter note, the secondary fours and fives were involved in CIP yesterday. Frankly speaking, I wasn't really looking forward to it but everything turned out okay in the end. In fact, it was quite enjoyable. I guess I'm just blessed to be in such a united class. We've gone through so much together for the past one year or so and I guess what they say is true. "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,". I'll miss 4B so much after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, on the way back to school, 6 of my classmates and I came to the conclusion that Melvin will end up being a pilot with Yvonne designing planes or something like that. Everyone was given different roles and mine was simply to wait patiently for a plane crash so I can treat people. Heck, I don't even think that's possible 'cause they'll probably be dead by the time they reach me. Haha! Oh, we washed dirty stuffed toys together! That was fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do some band stuff after that but I ended up chatting with Miss Siow while Kok Tong and Qiwei had to wrap everything up. Heh. Oh yeah, for the first time ever, I talked to Jay Lloyd. It's weird isn't it? When the two of you are in the same school and bump into each other literally everyday, no one bothers to even say a simple hi. Sure, you know that person exists but that's about it... And all of a sudden, when you meet again after graduation, you end up talking to each other like long lost friends. Oh well, it was real nice talking to him and now, because of me, he'd have to refresh his memory on E Math so he can teach me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'd better make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day ahead! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573359908997695?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573359908997695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573359908997695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573359908997695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573359908997695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/4b.html' title='4B'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573352070326223</id><published>2006-03-23T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:55:17.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something happened in school yesterday but I have absolutely no intention to talk about it. However, allow me to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so truly touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By their sincerity and how easily they accepted me, as if I've always been a part of them. Sure, we talked and joked around before but we don't really hang out together. Yet, they were there for me when I needed someone. Anyone. They were there throughout. The entire day. They waited for me when they didn't have to, they opened my eyes to a part of the school which I've never seen, or rather, bothered to get to know before. They talked to me as if I was a part of them (I mean, sometimes, when you're a newbie, people tend to talk to their group of friends and ignore you completely) but most importantly, they cared. School was fun yesterday, even more fun than normal days, because of them. They made what could have been a horribly pathetic day for me bearable. You guys have no clue how much that means to me... I just truly appreciate it. Thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP was fun with Nadiah and Nuraini! We played this game on the way back to school in an attempt to reach school at a later time. Hee! I love them to tiny bits and pieces. See that guys? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE NADIAH AND NURAINI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But they love Rainbow and Sugarcane. Wahahaha! =p [Don't worry Mas and Sarah. I love you guys tooooooo... Haha! =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mum. Really. She's like the sweetest of the sweetest. I mean, she gets up super early in the morning just to prepare breakfast for us (i.e.: Ila and I), tolerates our nonsense... I mean, yeah, she gets on our nerves sometimes (which mother doesn't?) but other than that, she's great! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having long chats on the weirdest stuff with my dad and shopping with Ila!!! ARGH! Examinations will kill us both, I swear! Oh no. It'll just kill me 'cause Ila emerged top in her class (I wasn't aware there's still such stuff in uni. Hah!) recently. Yayness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that school simply rocks? =D Mother Tongue lessons especially. Bio ain't so bad either. Call me mad but I kinda enjoy doing other schools' papers. Hee... Oh, and Xue Yuan is making Social Studies even more enjoyable than it already is, with his songs and stuff. *grins* On a more serious note, I need to work on Electrolysis (I so loathe that chapter for now and that's a baaaad thing) and E Math. Geometrical Transformations is so not my forte but my sister said it's very important so yeah, I gotta work on it. Boo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. Enough said. I gotta run and revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I am so in love with Jay Chou's songs. I don't care what you guys think. I'm addicted to his album. Haha... AND Michael Buble's 'Home'. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573352070326223?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573352070326223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573352070326223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573352070326223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573352070326223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/slack.html' title='Slack'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573339609647837</id><published>2006-03-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:55:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes yes. Yours truly is a mixed-blood. People do come up to me to clear their doubts once in a while, especially when they just got to know me or in other words, come to realise that someone by the name of Shahida Bte Abdullah exists in this world. Some would tell me that they wish they're a mixed as well and I truly wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, so what if you're a mixed-blood? So what if you're half of this and half of that? So what if you're from a mixed heritage? It's no big deal. Really. It's not. Simply because people don't judge you from your surname or your race. At the end of the day, it just boils down to what kind of person you are. Whether you're well-liked or not is not determined by your blood or the colour of your skin. It's you. Simply you. Your attitude, how you bring yourself around people, how much you're willing to help those in need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit. I love the fact that I'm a mixed but really, it's nothing. There're so many other factors that you need to take into account in order for you to learn to love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect. Every single one of us is made up of flaws as well as some plus points. It's human nature. Like what Shabreen once said, "If you like that person, even his flaws seem perfect,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe one should strive and change to be a better person. That's it. You've probably heard this a million times before but don't ever change for someone. Really. Be yourself. What's the point of portraying this false image to the whole world just to please them? People should like you for who you are and if they don't, well, it's their loss. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As arrogant as this may sound, I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;And I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;But I also love my friends, regardless of their race and the blood that's running in them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Back to E Math. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573339609647837?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573339609647837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573339609647837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573339609647837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573339609647837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573325616941049</id><published>2006-03-22T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:55:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just finished my Social Studies homework after waking up from a short nap. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today, or rather, yesterday, was interesting! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start it off, Xue Yuan and I (he started it though. =p) started singing songs by Blue in Social Studies class while we were supposed to be doing SEQ. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for Math, the class was divided into groups and we had to work on some TYS questions together. I kept bugging Levon to teach me 'cause I was as clueless as a peanut on the whole visualisation thing. Ahila did as well and I don't know whether it was due to the fact that she wasn't feeling well or the plain truth that she's simply weird but we started labelling the points (on the graph paper) with =), =( and =s instead of A, B and C. Haha! Oh well, at least I understand that chapter now but I still got to work on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the best class was Mother Tongue 'cause we played games on Peribahasa, which was like, ultra fun! I had to go up for win, lose or draw and without a doubt, there is a very good reason behind why I'm not taking Arts as one of my 'O' Level subjects. I can't draw for nuts! Haha! Anyway, the peribahasa that I got was garam jatuh di air and I drew dots to represent garam (salt) until Qudsia got so annoyed that she went like, "Stop drawing dots!" HAHA! Oh well, at least my team managed to figure it out. That's something that has got to be given credit for. Hah! Think we'll be continuing this tomorrow so yeah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to have CIP just now but dear Miss Farah postponed it to tomorrow 'cause it was raining. Yvonne and I so love her for that. *grins* So anyway, we went back together and had a good, nice, long chat in the bus. Since we're more or less going through the same stuff, talking really helped. No kidding. Maybe 'cause you understand what the other party is feeling and stuff. Yupp. Anyway, no worries Yvonne. We have each other right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going for a jog this Saturday. Anyone want to tag along? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. I'd better hit the books now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573325616941049?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573325616941049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573325616941049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573325616941049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573325616941049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573311684075516</id><published>2006-03-19T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:56:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOTS!&lt;/strong&gt; As of tomorrow, it's back to school! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. It's pretty obvious that the workload will increase, less sleep for every single one of us, etc but hey, who cares? School's cool! Err, well, other than the never-ending tests that is. Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I managed to scratch most stuff of my "To-do This March Holiday" list but I still have a few more questions from some TYS to attempt. Oh well, at least those are not school work and I won't owe my teachers anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Ahila's surgery went well and that she's feeling much better now. The fact that it's so hard to contact her is so frustrating, especially now when Sarah and I need to get through her to discuss the Social Studies group work! ARGH! Boy, does she need to do something about that house phone of hers. I'm so tempted to give her dad a buzz but I just did that a few days ago and it's not so nice to bug that poor man all the time. Hee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's no more joke once Term 2 starts. I bet there'll be loads of tests and work to finish up that it's impossible to complete them all. Plus, MYE and the day for us graduating classes to sit for our very first GCE 'O' Level paper is drawing nearer. Yes, it's gonna be one hell of a year but I really gotta work hard. I admit that quantity is not equal to quality but it's better than sitting around waiting for doomsday right? I mean, what else can we as students do other than study for our examinations? =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little shoutout to Mas. That is, if she reads this. Haha! Mas dear, don't fret. I've been slacking loads. No kidding. So yeah. Get rid of that unnecessary pressure aight? Meanwhile, I'll try to stop blogging about school and studying. Heh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I got to continue with my Bio. SORRY MAS but I've got a freaking test tomorrow! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll see you guys in school. Well, most of you anyway. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573311684075516?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573311684075516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573311684075516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573311684075516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573311684075516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114271469197629332</id><published>2006-03-19T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:56:26.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey guys. Just wanna inform you that I've moved! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campusmoblog.com.sg/blog/pertinacious/"&gt;http://www.campusmoblog.com.sg/blog/pertinacious/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Do leave your comments. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. I'd better get back to my books. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114271469197629332?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114271469197629332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114271469197629332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114271469197629332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114271469197629332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved.html' title='MOVED!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114573321563806737</id><published>2006-03-19T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:13:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Okay. I managed to finish two chapters of Biology today. Well, more or less. *grins* I still have a few TYS questions before wrapping the chapters up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My sister and I were probably so stressed from studying just now that we started cracking stupid jokes on printers. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Can't believe school holidays will officially be over in less than 48 hours. Not that it was one for (I presume) most of us. Oh well. School ain't so bad. I kinda miss it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hello term 2. Hello Mid-year Examination. ARGH! *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'd better hit the books again with my mug of self-made Milo Freeze. Haha... Night everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114573321563806737?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114573321563806737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114573321563806737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573321563806737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114573321563806737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114253636680021027</id><published>2006-03-17T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:56:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone is busy mugging this week and I feel as if I've thrown my holidays away due to the never-ending band practices. Guess that explains why I've been spending time with my books only at night. How romantic. Heh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at around 6.30 pm and did some Math and Bio but I felt so sleepy halfway through. Doubt much entered my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to talk about. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll reply to my tags here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't! I was so freaked out when I posted that up! Haha... I'm okay now though... And Mas? I love you too hun. That entry made my day. I feel so loved. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; NO! Bio so do not rock my socks! Haha! Hope you're doing okay now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; I just talked to you 10 minutes ago. Haha... You take care yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huining:&lt;/strong&gt; Awww... I just talked to you like, a few hours ago! You have no clue how much I miss you seniors in the school and rest assured, you're one of them! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashernal:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. I've explained myself to you right? I didn't delete you! Haha... Anyway, your link's back up so yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so early and I'm still up when I need to go back to school tomorrow. Oh yes. Parent-Teacher meeting tomorrow too, which means I'll get my report card in less than 24 hours. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go now. Good night! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114253636680021027?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114253636680021027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114253636680021027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114253636680021027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114253636680021027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/mugging.html' title='Mugging'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114227028229696702</id><published>2006-03-14T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:56:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;swear &lt;/strong&gt;I'm like under so much pressure right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeat rate is not normal too. It's faster. [Like &lt;strong&gt;DUH.&lt;/strong&gt; Probably adrenaline or something. Sorry guys. Too much bio.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know this guy who's in one of the top secondary schools, smart, you know, those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know for a fact that he has been studying consistently. Well, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even then, it never crossed my mind that he wants to get into HCJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Now that I know, it's just &lt;strong&gt;oh-so-scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's realistic. I know that. I don't think he'd aim for something he can't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty confident he can get like a freaking 4 for L1R5 (of course, this includes his CCAs and all that) anyway. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;strong&gt;HWA CHONG!&lt;/strong&gt; No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when I found out, it was like, as if he just dropped a bomb on me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So intimidated by the &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; number of &lt;strong&gt;SMART&lt;/strong&gt; 'O' Level candidates in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's so frustrating? It's the fact that I thought blogging would help but it didn't. Not even one teeny weeny bit. ARGH! *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114227028229696702?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114227028229696702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114227028229696702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114227028229696702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114227028229696702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114201142234185123</id><published>2006-03-11T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T04:46:23.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GET WELL SOON AHILA!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You obviously don't read this but I'll get you to. Haha! Call me once the whole ordeal is over okay? You'll be fine... Don't worry about it. Take care! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;GET WELL SOON MASTURA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care hun. I'm gonna miss you loads! No Mastura Ayu for a week! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;CHEER UP REGINA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to vent my frustrations out so simply ignore the previous entry if it doesn't concern you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fun! =D Take yesterday's Geography class for example. Ahila and I sat in front of Wende, who was busy pestering Ahila to teach him some Indian dance steps. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday, or rather, two days ago, on Thursday, the class went to Computer Lab for our two hours Math lesson. The first half of it was normal but as the clock strikes 12, we started doing all the nonsensical stuff and started messing around with the inbox on ace-learning. Basically, everyone was sending everyone emails. It was so much fun! Hah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sarah talked to me in Chinese just now and I was supposed to answer her or at least figure out what she said. It was fun! I think my Chinese is improving. Hahaha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so much for school holidays! My days for next week are so packed that I don't even know how I'm going to get things done. Every slot in my daily planner is taken. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Of course. How can I not mention this? There'll be band practice four times next week! Wonderful isn't it (please note the sarcasm)? Truth be told, I wouldn't mind as much if the practices are held in the morning but three out of the four practices start at 1.30 and ends only four hours later! That's twelve hours of precious time that can be spent on... Hmm... Let's see... *scratches chin* Say... MUGGING? Sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are wonderful, are they not? They care for us too much and are unable to see us die for O Levels. That should explain the tall pile of work that needs to be done this hols. Oh well. I need to study anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my class will be involved in the motivational camp which 4C-4E had last week! Many said it was good. Can't wait! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said studying is fun. I'd better start having that mindset. Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'd better run. Oh, by the way, to those going for the Mount Ophir trip, take care yeah? Have fun climbing mountains! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114201142234185123?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114201142234185123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114201142234185123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114201142234185123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114201142234185123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114200742987069258</id><published>2006-03-11T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:11:58.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Informal, Yet, Just as Important Letter. =)</title><content type='html'>Shahida Bte Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;Owner of &lt;a href="http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear A (not stating who as to protect his/her identity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th of March 2006 (Wednesday), at approximately 10 am, I read a message you sent me two hours earlier. You claimed to have been "abandoned" by (I presume) three of your close friends and were not really in the best of moods. I then replied to your message, in an attempt to confirm my doubts as I was not aware that B and C were not in school. Just to set the record straight, we did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; plan it. I don't have time to plan such things with people. Since the only times my parents allow me to stay at home on a school day is when I am not feeling well, it is obvious that I can't call my friends before hand to inform them that I would not be able to attend school the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then replied to my message with a vulgar word, which I shall not elaborate much on. However, allow me to include the fact that my cool blood started boiling as I don't see why you would call me such a thing when I was just a pathetic sick girl who did not inform her friends about not being able to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to beat about the bush as it has been a very tiring day but I do see a need to elaborate the whole situation as I don't quite understand what you're so angry with. Maybe by typing everything out, I may be able to see things from &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you were probably aware on Monday, I wasn't feeling well and started having giddy spells during the second break. I believe it was obvious as I shut my big mouth up for once and kept quiet. Instead, I chose to put my head on one of the tables in the canteen and did not eat even though I was hungry as I could not be bothered to queue up, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I did not attend school the next day was pretty expected. I believe you are smart enough to predict that. Even though I claimed that I went out with my mother on the day before all three of us disappeared from school in the previous entry, it does not mean I was feeling my very best and was as healthy as a potato. In fact, I slept in on Wednesday as my head was still aching. &lt;strong&gt;I wasn't feeling well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, C claimed she was ill too. Furthermore, she wanted to stay home to look after her younger brother, who started throwing up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that you're not angry with B as you saw the mark on her leg and realised why she couldn't make it to school. Does that mean that we (ie: C and I) have to go through a surgery and show you some physical mark to prove our poor health before you stop giving us the silent treatment as well? [No offense B. You know I love you lots. Hah! =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point being, what is all this big fuss about? Why're we throwing away that one-year of joy, happiness and laughter that we had just because all three of us happened to not attend school on the same day and "abandoned" you? Are you going to give that one-year friendship up because of that? Because if that's the case, then so be it. I will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; apologise as I don't see the need to. Why should I apologise for being unwell and not being in perfect condition to attend school? Doesn't make sense, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting anything from you. Truth be told, I can't even be bothered to talk to you because I don't see the need to talk to someone who called me a _______ in the morning when I was sick just because you were alone in school. Call me egotistical but this is just my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is not made for more aggression to be thrusted upon us. I just want you to see things from my point of view. Feel free to rebut/reply, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who knows the full coverage and feels that I am at fault, please tell me so, via email, sms, etc and knock some sense into me. That will be very much appreciated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Shahida Bte Abdullah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114200742987069258?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114200742987069258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114200742987069258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114200742987069258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114200742987069258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/informal-yet-just-as-important-letter.html' title='Informal, Yet, Just as Important Letter. =)'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114174230987705666</id><published>2006-03-07T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:53:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick?</title><content type='html'>It's impossible not wanting to fall sick every single day when you have a mother like mine. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend school today 'cause I seriously wasn't feeling well. Had runny nose and the on and off headache I've been suffering from for the past two weeks was switched to the "on" mode in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 9 and mum brought me to the clinic. Of course, that's the boring bit. After that, mum brought me to the movies, took Neos... Well, the usual girls' day out! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Went to cut my hair (I shall not mention the name of the shop here in an attempt to protect those concerned) and what luck. The lady at the counter was so rude! Gosh. She was like so &lt;strong&gt;URGH!&lt;/strong&gt; I was so pissed by the time I finished talking to her and mind you, my tolerance level is quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kinda cooled down once this guy attended to me 'cause he was so nice! On top of the fact that he's so easy to talk to, he also straightened my hair for &lt;strong&gt;free!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not kidding you! *grins* I was so touched. Hahas... Found out later that he's actually the senior (though he's quite young) stylist. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I miss school. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'd better start revising my work.&lt;br /&gt;See ya! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114174230987705666?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114174230987705666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114174230987705666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114174230987705666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114174230987705666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick.html' title='Sick?'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114157930968002678</id><published>2006-03-06T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:51:16.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Few</title><content type='html'>Let's see. It's 12.47 am, there's school in a few hours time and I can't get to sleep. Brilliant. It's probably due to the fact that I literally slept the afternoon away. Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with bestie yesterday 'cause she had to get some stuff for her computer. I was walking around Challengers with her like a complete idiot though 'cause I know nuts about electric devices! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught a movie!!! Finally! I've been craving for a movie since last month! Hehe... Oh yes, I bought the Chocolate milkshake from McDonalds too! The drink that plays a special part in my childhood. Haha! Call it pure coincidence but I've been thinking about it for the past month! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and accompanied my nephew play computer games, while his younger brother chose to be the commentator. Haha! I love them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Siti (my sister's maid) is ill! I hope she gets well soon. I kinda pity her. Imagine still having to work even when you're down with a fever. I'm glad she slept over on Friday 'cause at the very least, we can help out with the housework here and there. Even if she's at my sister's place, I believe my sister and brother-in-law will help out since it's the weekends and they're not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she's feeling better now 'cause it's a weekday already and there's so much for her to do tomorrow, what with getting the two boys ready for school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! We had a debate in English class on Friday. Everything was fine except for the fact that Irene wasn't in school, so the opposition team had one less speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yours truly came up with the brilliant idea of having three speakers in each team instead of four. Mrs Liew agreed and I was like, "I'm out!" but Ahila was complaining and whining away 'cause she didn't want to speak. I was like, "That was my idea!!!" but she still went like, "NO!!! I don't want to go!" and all that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, Wende and Guang Yuan found out what Ahila and I were arguing about and wanted to opt out too! So instead of spending the extra time on preparing for the debate, we were debating among ourselves on who to drop out. Haha! Mrs Liew was laughing away when she found out what the commotion was all about. I love my team. Hee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I finally gave in to Ahila mainly 'cause she wasn't taking any of it at all! Sheesh! Furthermore, Wende and Guang Yuan are good speakers so the proposition team needs them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate was okay. The opposition won but I'm okay with that. They were really good, so yeah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I studied Chemistry!!! It feels good to know that I didn't slack my weekends away. Hehe... I admit, O Levels &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow!!! &lt;strong&gt;WHIEEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *grins* I still can't sleep though! Hmph! Maybe I shall continue with Chemistry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114157930968002678?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114157930968002678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114157930968002678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114157930968002678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114157930968002678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-few.html' title='Last Few'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114087622914166422</id><published>2006-02-25T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:54:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed Mode</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling soooooo depressed now and I have absolutely no idea why!!! Hahaha!!! I think it's the song I'm listening to. Gosh, I'm so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so impatient with my nephew a few minutes ago and I feel damn guilty now! He's down with a fever and wanted to play some computer games. Fine with me, but I got irritated when he kept asking me stuff about the games 'cause I wanted to finish my work. I feel bad... And he's just a down-with-a-fever 4 year old! =( I'd better give him a kiss later or something. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging too much. That's not good. Not good at all. Blogging = Less studying. Argh!!! I still have Bio homework to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I bumped into Nadiah, Siti and Qudsia when I was out just now and they were studying! Oh my gosh!!! I felt like such an idiot 'cause it seems as if everyone around me are putting in so much effort into schoolwork, which I doubt I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's it. Wake up call. I'd better get my life back on track and do what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114087622914166422?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114087622914166422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114087622914166422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114087622914166422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114087622914166422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/depressed-mode.html' title='Depressed Mode'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114071106699256212</id><published>2006-02-24T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:29:17.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>When I first switched on the computer a few hours ago, my main intention was to get the Social Studies work out of the way. However, as usual, I got distracted and spent more than the necessary time required online. So typical of me. Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've completed what I had to so no worries. Gosh. I'm still online at 11.57 p.m on a school night! *groans* I'm gonna end up spending half of tomorrow lost in dreamland. Actually, come to think of it, Fridays are complete slack days for me, since it's not a Math and Science day like the rest of the week, so I guess it's all right. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a talk with dad and realised that he's not so bad after all. At least, he understands what I'm going through in school and stuff... I mean, he can get real annoying once he starts nagging but other than that, dad's cool. Hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!! School was so much fun just now! Having the sort of friends I have just makes school bearable! Haha! I laughed so much that the stitches (Or whatever you call those things you feel after running around like a maniac. Yupp. I had to run around the field in all sorts of direction for PE on Tuesday and looking at the fact that I don't bother to exercise, well, that kinda explains why I'm aching all over right? =p) hurt so badly! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sarah bleached her clothes!!! WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;~ Ahila: Marvelous nature. Teehee!!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... *laughs* Never mind. Only some people will know what I'm talking about. Haha! Oh man... My body's still aching when I had PE on Tuesday!!! Gosh... Mr Phua is evil. Hehehe... Nah, he's a great guy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. Like I said, it's late. I'd better run. Have a good night everyone! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114071106699256212?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114071106699256212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114071106699256212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114071106699256212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114071106699256212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114053152666210764</id><published>2006-02-21T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:35:17.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>School is getting stressful!!! Everything is freaking me out and it's just so scary!!! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in, breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;School was all right just now. The usual stuff. The plan to catch a movie after school was cancelled 'cause mum didn't want me to reach home late on a school night. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, Ahila and I went down to Compass after school for Popular. I forgot to check the price of some stuff for my dad and only realised it after reaching home. Felt so bad. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so sleepy but I've got so many things to do! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed!!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, at this rate, I think I'll turn mad really soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better knock some sense into myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114053152666210764?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114053152666210764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114053152666210764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114053152666210764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114053152666210764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114033334057387498</id><published>2006-02-18T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:53:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap</title><content type='html'>Sarah and Irene came down to my place ultra early &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; to rap. No kidding. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pair or group of three, we have to come up with a rap based on what we'd covered in Social Studies this year. So Irene, Ahila, Sarah and I decided to work together and produce two raps. One on A Healthy Lifestyle and the other on Developing Talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Irene came down to my place at 9+ just to work on this but all three of us were so not in the mood to rap, considering the fact that we had to give our beauty sleep up just to do school work on a Sunday morning. We were like soooooo monotone. Haha! Imagine a montone rap. Hee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ahila didn't call Irene back yesterday night and as usual, she was uncontactable so we came up with a punishment for her for disappearing on us like that. We decided to sabotage her into performing all by herself tomorrow. *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, it was okay once we got started. It was so much fun! Hahaha!!! Yeah. I mean, rapping is something none of us would ever, &lt;strong&gt;ever &lt;/strong&gt;do so trying it out and stuff was fun. Oh, Ahila called while we were recording our Healthy Lifestyle rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We've decided that you'll be performing all by yourself tomorrow 'cause you're not here now.&lt;br /&gt;Ahila: What! Where're you guys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!! Gosh, she completely freaked out and actually bothered to come all the way down when she lives at the other end of Singapore!!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she can rap!!! Without a doubt she's the best rapper among the four of us. Hahaha!!! She even rapped the whole piece on Developing Talents all by herself!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It was fun. Lots of laughter in the study room. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm stuck at home with so much to do. I haven't finished my schoolwork and stuff. I'm so dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. I'm off. Take care everyone. See ya! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114033334057387498?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114033334057387498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114033334057387498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114033334057387498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114033334057387498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/rap.html' title='Rap'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-114001538072921567</id><published>2006-02-15T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:32:01.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN!</title><content type='html'>Helloooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was loads of fun and no, it's not due to the fact that it was valentine's day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, mum went to get my new pair of specs on Monday so I got to wear it in school yesterday. Whee!! Haha... And okay. This is the sweet bit. My class's first lesson was Social Studies and Miss Farah got all of us roses!!! Sweet isn't it? We were so touched that Clara came up with this idea to shout, "Miss Farah, we love you!" during lesson and Rekha made her this card, which the whole class signed. Haha! That was great fun. Miss Farah rocks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and after Social Studies was PE, which was just as fun! The class was divided into four teams and we had to play against each other. I kept fighting with Ming Feng for the ball, from pushing each other to me trying to snatch the ball from him (which wasn't allowed by the way but who cares. Haha!). We even ended up tripping over each other somehow and falling flat onto the floor. WAHAHA! It was so much fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that was pretty normal though 3/4 of the school was probably in the lovey-dovey mood. Oh yeah, Mrs Liew gave us chocs! =D Do we have great teachers or what? Heh. And I received some cards so thanks guys! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So it was mainly because of Valentine's day but come on. Being so pathetically single, it wasn't such a bad day for me. In fact, it was better than normal, what with dear Mas being my date! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I gotta run and finish my work. Night! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-114001538072921567?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114001538072921567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=114001538072921567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114001538072921567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/114001538072921567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun.html' title='FUN!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113923297975068449</id><published>2006-02-06T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:50:22.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Okay. Just my thoughts on stuff. I've been reading some blogs recently and it hurts to see the people around you feeling so down. You may not know them well, you may not even know them at all but sometimes, it just hurts 'cause you know what they're going through. You've been through that phase before, down that road before and you know how much it hurts. How much it affects you and how hard it is to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky 'cause I managed to get my life back on track within a short period of time. Maybe it's my independent nature or maybe it's just my stubborn headedness. Whatever it was, it worked. I busied myself with school, band and any activities I could get hold of... But maybe this don't work for others. Or maybe, they just need a longer period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it hurts nonetheless. It hurts to see the people around you go through the same shit you've been through before. Whatever the cause of it, at the end of the day, the same feeling will be there. The disappointment. The mixture of so many emotions, that you can't even name one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, well, stay strong. There're plenty of people backing you up. People who care. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Depressing entry. I know. I just need to let this go. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... School has been so much fun! =D I need to talk to Sarah 'bout some stuff though. Drill into her head that whatever she thinks, it's not true. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHABREEN'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D Expect my midnight call. Heh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so full of tests!!! Just this week, I'll be sitting for four different papers! Sheesh! Oh well. What's new. I knew this would happen. I gotta mug... ARGH!!! I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I just got off the phone with Daiyan and he thinks I'm mad. Hahahaha!!! He calls me &lt;em&gt;sewel.&lt;/em&gt; Sheesh!!! Okay. I feel so hyper all of a sudden. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off people. Night!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113923297975068449?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113923297975068449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113923297975068449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113923297975068449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113923297975068449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113872225947220213</id><published>2006-01-31T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:47:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Holidays</title><content type='html'>Mum and I finally managed to drag Ila out of the house!!! Hahaha!!! We went shopping for toys for my nephews! =D Mum wanted to go to Plaza Singapura initially but we figured that Causeway Point is a much more kiddy shopping centre so yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow!!! 50% if me is so excited to get back to school but the other half is like... Urgh! School can be such a pain sometimes. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still in the shopping mood but I'm broke. Haha! Oh, and I wanna catch a movie, take Neoprints and do all the girly stuff but that so won't happen anytime soon 'cause the holiday's over and there'll no public holiday in February at all! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. Time for me to get to bed. Night! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113872225947220213?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113872225947220213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113872225947220213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113872225947220213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113872225947220213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-of-holidays.html' title='End of Holidays'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113855877982848741</id><published>2006-01-30T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:37:46.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My school band will be having a concert together with Greenview Secondary. For more information or for those of you who are simply interested to attend, feel free to contact me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to my friends, it's a &lt;strong&gt;COMPULSORY&lt;/strong&gt; thing for you guys!!! Hahahaha!!! Support me support me support miiieeeee!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Ila and I are still wide awake. Probably 'cause we slept the whole day away. Hahaha! Oh, Ila's mugging away outside. I just finished my homework. Whee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Pretty much slacked around today. Other than sleeping like 3/4 of the day, my dear sister and I wasted time on TV. Oh, we caught The Nanny in the morning and that was ultra nice! We love Miss Fine. Heh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooo hungry... And I'm equally bored. Ila said she's more sleepy than hungry so that means I'll have to whip something up by myself and I'm lazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... Let's see. What can I do? Oh yeah, I wanna go out tomorrow but everyone's like so busy. It's no fun having close friends from a different race sometimes. Actually, I only feel that way when the festive season is here. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of my close friends are Chinese and they're all busy celebrating Chinese New Year while I'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear Mastura don't celebrate New Year but she's on holiday with her family so that makes my school holiday double the boredom! Boohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I wanted to catch a movie yesterday but Nadia came up with the weirdest reason for not being able to catch one: She broke her specs!!! Hahaha!!! I was like, &lt;strong&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;/strong&gt; By the time she went down to the shop and got her glasses fixed, I was so lazy to go out so when she asked whether I wanted to join her at Compass, I was like, "Never mind..." Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE LUNAR NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love all of you muchies much much! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. I shall raid the kitchen... Maybe I should message people and get them to wake up and accompany me. Teeheehee!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113855877982848741?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113855877982848741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113855877982848741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113855877982848741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113855877982848741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/late.html' title='Late!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113836761688914980</id><published>2006-01-28T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:39:52.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>My blog is soooo dead. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. It has been 28 days since new year and life's been great! Well, other than the chunk of workload that accompanies me home from school like, literally every single day, it's fine. Oh, what makes it better is that Ila's back in school for her degree, which simply means I'll have someone to study with 'till the wee hours!!! I love it when we get annoyed with work and start raiding the kitchen in the middle of the night. It's gonna be fun! Heh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schoolmates are catching the flu!!! Gosh. I hope I won't be the next one on the list. *shakes head* Nope nope. I hate the feeling of being down with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CNY celebration in school yesterday was okay. Wasn't as fun as last year's, maybe 'cause we couldn't have the class party and had to go for lessons. Well, technically, we were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to have lessons but we only did work for Geography. The whole class kinda slacked around during Math while my teacher was busy playing chess! Haha... I'm not complaining though. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, while the class was walking towards the hall for the concert, we passed Mr Low and decided to shout "Happy Chinese New Year Mr Low!!!". He was busy maintaining the discipline around the school and was obviously caught off-guard! Haha! Oh, and turned out that 4C was walking towards the hall as well so they heard us and started cheering. It was so funny! Mr Low was like some celebrity or something! Hahaha!!! &lt;strong&gt;4B ROCKS!&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... And we really showed the class spirit during the competition! We were in the gallery and the participants were on stage, which is miles away so we shouted as loud as we can. Man, I was so close to losing my voice but it was &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; Though I've got to admit that last year's celebration was better in general, I think the class had fun nonetheless so who cares. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLARA!!!&lt;/strong&gt; You did a great job!!! Don't worry about it kie??? We love you still even though you claimed you looked like a big fat ugly orange (Which you &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way. =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to catch a movie after school but my friend ended up sick so I went shopping instead. That was fun! I still wanna catch a movie though. &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE WHO WANNA GO OUT THIS HOLIDAY, DRAG ME ALONG 'CAUSE I'M AS FREE AS A POTATO!&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I swear I don't know where that came from. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins were supposed to have an outing to Night Safari tomorrow but Ila just told me that everything's been cancelled and I'm like so &lt;strong&gt;URGH!&lt;/strong&gt; I was like looking forward to the outing since last week! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for the Backstreet Boys concert!!! Can I kill myself or what?! Sheesh! I'm so envious of those who went, which is quite a number of people I know actually. &lt;strong&gt;AAHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm bored. I shall go bother Ila. Heh. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113836761688914980?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113836761688914980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113836761688914980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113836761688914980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113836761688914980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113448719373909958</id><published>2005-12-14T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:28:08.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been blogging consistently and yes people, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; aware of that. Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really know where, or rather, &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to start 'cause loads happened in the past month or so. One thing's for sure though. This holiday's a great one. Even though I've not met some of the people I planned to meet yet (I hope it's a yet. Heh.), it's been fun. Chilling out with people like Shabreen, Regina and well, the usual peeps... It's just &lt;strong&gt;FANTASTIC!&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, my sisters planned this chalet thingy for next week so that's gonna be fun for sure. It's supposed to be a family gathering (I miss my cousins loads!) but I heard we're allowed to invite our friends down so... I'll try to get you guys down once everything's confirmed aights? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Douglas still owes me a treat to a movie!!! That includes popcorn!!! Whee!!! Haha! He don't wanna treat me to Narnia though 'cause he said it's a stupid show starring Lion King. Sheesh. He'll be treating me to King Kong instead. Yeah, I know that's a stupider (Is there such a word? Haha!) show starring some huge gorilla but oh well... I'll live with that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;strong&gt;NARNIA ANYONE?&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113448719373909958?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113448719373909958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113448719373909958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113448719373909958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113448719373909958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113254782630047466</id><published>2005-11-21T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:35:08.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, it has been ages since I last blogged huh? Well, been pretty busy with... Stuff. Here's a summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1st week of November - Hari Raya preparations and the celebration itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7th to 11th Novemeber - Combined Humanities trip to Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That was pure &lt;strong&gt;FUN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was like, fantastic! We shopped &lt;strong&gt;loads &lt;/strong&gt;and the students from the Thailand schools were really friendly! Oh, and of course, I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; my room partners! Shikin and Siti &lt;strong&gt;ROCKS! &lt;/strong&gt;We put up such an innocent front when we were actually up to so much mischief. Haha! I still remember what happened the second night. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;12 November - Band performance at Rivervale Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;14 November - Hari Raya outing with the girls from my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That was fun but Asyraf should have been there!!! What were you busy with anyway?! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;15 November - Band practice, went out with Shabreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;17 November - Band practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;18 November - Band practice, Hari Raya outing with my primary schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh man! I miss them so much! It has been &lt;em&gt;ages &lt;/em&gt;since we last met. *sigh* It's really nice to see them again... The pure madness. Hehe... Though, without a doubt, it would have been better if the others could make it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;19 November - Attended this Malay thingy, &lt;em&gt;Bicara Bahasa Dan Budaya 2005&lt;/em&gt; at Bedok View Secondary, went to Nuraini's place with Azliyana for Hari Raya after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;20 November - Went to NIE concert at Singapore Conference Hall with a bunch of band members, mainly to support our conductress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The concert was like, &lt;strong&gt;WOW... &lt;/strong&gt;Seriously, it was superb. Well, obviously 'cause of that, I'm kinda looking forward to my school band's concert next year. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoos, I just came back from the band meeting at CompassPoint. Will be going to school for band practice later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and two days ago, on Saturday the 20th, my sister's friends came down to our place for Hari Raya and gosh... They were really nice. Very easy to get along with. *grins* And well... It's hard to explain but the fun we had together was just like the fun I had with my cousins during Hari Raya and stuff... It's just a nice feeling. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. I'm off. Tataz!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113254782630047466?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113254782630047466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113254782630047466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113254782630047466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113254782630047466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/gosh-it-has-been-ages-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113065108178273483</id><published>2005-10-30T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:56:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay. I feel like writing in paragraphs today. Haha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, on Thursday, I went down to Xinmin Secondary for the Romeo and Juliet play put up by the school's ELDDS with Clara, Irene, Yvonne and Peixian. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The play was fantastic and we simply loved it! Hahas... It was definitely worth our money and time! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I love Clara to tiny bits and pieces! She brought me mashed potatoes so I could break my fast during the play. Was so touched! Hahas... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thank you girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I love hanging out with the four of them! It was pure fun and madness! Hahas! Really enjoyed myself Thursday night. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am now an ELDDS fan on top of being a band freak so please inform me of any upcoming plays or concerts!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know what I'm gonna say next will probably freak a lot of bandits out but anyway, here goes. This school holiday will involve lots of band practices. I know it's tiring but we don't really have much of a choice. If we want next year's concert to be a success (And I know you guys want it to be.), we gotta work hard and make use of this intensive training. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Speaking of band, I'm so grateful that Lan Li is around! She's so patient! I don't know how she managed to attend to so many band members at a go when every single one of them needed different scores. Gosh, I really admire her. I doubt I have the patience to do all that. I'll probably end up asking the band members to take the scores themselves. Hahas... But seriously, I don't know how the band can manage without her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks for everything girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sister has been driving around town 'cause she managed to get hold of a car. We went out yesterday with Mum and reached home only at around 1 am, with Dad pestering us to come home. Hehe... Oh yeah! Nani has been discharged from the hospital so we went to visit her at home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures actually but it's not loaded yet so I shall post them up later if I feel like it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reply to Taggers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! Err... Okay. The chat we had was good I believe but who are you? *blush* I'm so sorry but please leave your name in the future. Hahas... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lan Li:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello!!! There's this really cute Rotiboy guy working at CompassPoint!!! Hehehe... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mastura:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm gonna miss you lots! ='( Enjoy your hols yeah? Remember to get me something from Paris!!! Hehe... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yilin:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for dropping by girl! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay okay. Updated. Hahas... Hey, when can I get the time-table?! And yeah! Xinmin's play rocked! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113065108178273483?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113065108178273483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113065108178273483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113065108178273483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113065108178273483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello.html' title='Hello!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113025135288556586</id><published>2005-10-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:45:40.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shabreen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Doug doesn't even remember my blog add!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hahas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He'll only drop by when he found out I mentioned him somewhere in my entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thanks for the book! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lan Li&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thanks for the well wishes!!! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You take care too yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;See ya tomorrow! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Naq&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanks dear!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All the best for the performance yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*grins* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Can't wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO TOUCHED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huining messaged me in an attempt to cheer me up...&lt;br /&gt;And she succeeded!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dear!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;It was much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.&lt;br /&gt;Nasuha dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;Try not to hurt yourself during drama again kie?&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;That err... Thing looks pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really planning to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;I've said what I wanted to say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113025135288556586?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113025135288556586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113025135288556586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113025135288556586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113025135288556586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113007816775556865</id><published>2005-10-24T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:26:21.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!!!</title><content type='html'>Helloooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;I feel hyper.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about... School.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty boring to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Probably 'cause it was post-exam activities and the programme for today was just this inter-class game and some PCCG talk, which I managed to avoid &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;So we had our girl and heart-to-heart talk the whole day instead.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sectionals after school too.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Instant Swing Concert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Royston and I had our music talk!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Has been long since we last talked to each other about other bands in Singapore, song pieces and stuff like that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;What else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the cute Rotiboy guy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;And there was this guy who served us at Swensens which reminded me &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Both my sister and mum were pretty attracted to him too.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Errm...&lt;br /&gt;Long story.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like typing it now 'cause I wanna catch some show on the television with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tataz!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113007816775556865?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113007816775556865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113007816775556865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113007816775556865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113007816775556865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-113005537625838648</id><published>2005-10-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:28:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Matters</title><content type='html'>I've been out and about for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;Which explains the lack of update.&lt;br /&gt;Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, Ila and I broke fast outside on Friday and we took loads of pictures so I'll just let some of them do the talking yeah?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/4245/holymonthfrioct212005banquet1h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign up for Banquet Membership Card Now! Well... My mum really did anyway. Hahas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/4159/holymonthfrioct212005candid0vw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/7465/holymonthfrioct212005ezlink1ty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/9263/holymonthfrioct212005ilzidz2ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister looks like a cat. Heh. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, the three of us went down to Changi General Hospital to visit Nani, my dear cousin.&lt;br /&gt;She was like in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;Like... Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt so...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt for her.&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;We're close.&lt;br /&gt;We literally grew up together.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;And oh man...&lt;br /&gt;She sounded so weak too.&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;Heard she's doing better today.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Nani!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon kie...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna celebrate Hari Raya with you in the hospital!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/9454/hospitalsatoct222005ladies6ku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With my favourite sisters. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking fast outside again.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-113005537625838648?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113005537625838648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=113005537625838648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113005537625838648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/113005537625838648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/family-matters.html' title='Family Matters'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112980411366311310</id><published>2005-10-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:04:35.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yilin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;You can use it you know.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'll see ya in school then yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Isma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to use it then! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ashreen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl!!! I miss you muchies!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;I'm great now that exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;How're you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;You can use it if you want but I think you'd rather have something with Simple Plan or at least your beloved Pierre right?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I was so glad when I read your tag!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do as bad as expected but it was still bad for me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not satisfied &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Okie!&lt;br /&gt;We shall study hard next year and leave the school!&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we should start studying together yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And the Entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I guessed was right.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, close, &lt;strong&gt;very close, &lt;/strong&gt;to being true.&lt;br /&gt;And just that fact alone is enough to freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;Who else will be taking over if not &lt;em&gt;her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, who're you guys trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have made it any more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you guys can't tell me that for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;But it would help so much if you don't talk about it in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so bloody clueless about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I respect the fact that you can't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blabber about it in front of me then.&lt;br /&gt;You know how freaking freaked out I was 'cause I &lt;em&gt;'let my imagination run wild'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Especially the North Springians...&lt;br /&gt;Like Regina, Shabreen, Amirah, Kamilah, Douglas...&lt;br /&gt;I swear the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I meet these people pretty often but I miss them still.&lt;br /&gt;How fun would it be we're &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; school?&lt;br /&gt;Lots I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Like, all of us know each other so damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shabreen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/4487/thursmay122005shabreenme6qa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;Still is actually.&lt;br /&gt;The one who can take my nonsense and crap.&lt;br /&gt;The one who knows me so well and I'm seriously starting to think she knows me better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty freaky by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply miss her.&lt;br /&gt;She's one hell of a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;On top of being my personal notes provider.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how she'd leave these short messages on my table before I enter class, while I was doing my prefect duty and greet me with that cheeky smile everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The one who still knows me so well, even though we've not met for ages.&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still comfortable with her.&lt;br /&gt;She's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Douglas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at him in front of the whole class, and I mean, the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; class four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;But we're still friends.&lt;br /&gt;He's the one I'd gush to about the latest cute guy in my list and I'm the one he'd start blabbering about some girl to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;You're attached by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/strong&gt; dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend's quite pretty by the way. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/5720/northspringopenhouse20055gl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L-R] Vivien, Daphne, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Douglas&lt;/span&gt;, Me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Regina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/210/masturai6er.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there yesterday during recess yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I really really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya lots and lots! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naqiah!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Eh...&lt;br /&gt;I heard there's an upcoming concert.&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the band.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a "Friends" entry.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;But I just miss you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I really appreciate the fact that all of you are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112980411366311310?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112980411366311310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112980411366311310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112980411366311310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112980411366311310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112963946589462427</id><published>2005-10-18T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:44:25.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented enough with the chat we had.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going to school after school hours for band though.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112963946589462427?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112963946589462427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112963946589462427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112963946589462427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112963946589462427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking Out'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112938565731677822</id><published>2005-10-15T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:26:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Afternoon Out</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't really rot at home today like what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Met dear Shabreen up.&lt;br /&gt;I was late.&lt;br /&gt;As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Her father and her had to wait for me for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that her father actually had the time to take a nap while waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;technically&lt;/strong&gt;, I wasn't late!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause some &lt;strong&gt;smart&lt;/strong&gt; girl told me that we'll be meeting at around one.&lt;br /&gt;So I happily slept in...&lt;br /&gt;Until she messaged me at around 11 telling me to get ready 'cause she'll be coming down at 12.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, &lt;strong&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was still in my pyjamas then mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;So basically...&lt;br /&gt;We *singing* &lt;em&gt;went on a trip around Singapore town...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a Singapore city bus...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;We just moved from Sengkang to Hougang to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, planned to go to Woodlands from Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;But we were afraid that we can't make it back on time for break fast.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;We got to know this lady.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;She was actually supposed to promote something.&lt;br /&gt;But the three of us ended up talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Like, she sat down with us.&lt;br /&gt;And we basically got to know more about each other instead of the stuff she was promoting.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;But nah...&lt;br /&gt;Changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna drag my sister out to catch a movie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabreen and I were planning to volunteer somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;With some of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;Do some meaningful stuff with our time.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just a plan for our holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll be going to school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I won't rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Long entry.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;Take care yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Tataz!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112938565731677822?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112938565731677822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112938565731677822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112938565731677822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112938565731677822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/girls-afternoon-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Afternoon Out'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112927379624229196</id><published>2005-10-14T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:01:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus? NOT! =D</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;The blog-on-hiatus period is so over.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I kinda miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Exams was... Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Plain horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up for sure.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's over!!!&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I so wouldn't be facing my study table and books tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA CATCH CORPSE BRIDE AND GOAL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;to!&lt;br /&gt;And wanna go out on Monday and Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's no school.&lt;br /&gt;Marking day.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;I so need a break from my study room!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to the mosque for &lt;em&gt;terawih.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda looking forward to that. =D&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I didn't have the chance to go this week due to exams and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm like so addicted to band music.&lt;br /&gt;Especially &lt;em&gt;La Storia&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;First Love - Addicted to You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, kinda miss band.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Can't belive I actually said that.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate band so much.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's different now.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well...&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;Within such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;I've always believe that things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;And I still believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what's happening now is to my benefit.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.&lt;br /&gt;Irene just messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahila got an A1 for Mother Tongue!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!!!&lt;br /&gt;And there she was pewing about the paper yesterday in the bus!&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;girl!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how I did for Mother Tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Think I should be getting the paper back on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;*rate of heartbeat increases*&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of heartbeat...&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to answer the questions on Bio Paper 2!&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid of that paper.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I didn't study much on the eye.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;The stuff I touched on actually came out!&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like, the radical muscles contract and the pupil size dilates in dim light.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Hope I did okay for it though.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get going.&lt;br /&gt;Take care! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112927379624229196?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112927379624229196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112927379624229196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112927379624229196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112927379624229196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiatus-not-d.html' title='Hiatus? NOT! =D'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112748969748256747</id><published>2005-09-23T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:47:43.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reply to Taggers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Piper: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I remember you!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you tagged!!!&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering whatever happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;You ain't forgotten too dear. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how're you?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, checked your blog out but there's no tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Do add one soon aights? =)&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, do take care!&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so sick and tired of exams!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be fasting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp...&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep too girl.&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;br /&gt;I hate, simply loathe, examinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Clara:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;You finally tagged!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;The music exchange was definitely an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta agree with ya on that! =D&lt;br /&gt;Hey, by the way, the prefects' did a great job for the Teachers' Day Concert.&lt;br /&gt;The emcees were pretty cool too! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been slacking away!&lt;br /&gt;Not mugging!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a break just now and thought about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Am kinda in a state of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;And stuff like the upcoming Trigonometry test ain't helping.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Been slacking so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better run.&lt;br /&gt;It's late.&lt;br /&gt;Night people... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112748969748256747?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112748969748256747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112748969748256747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112748969748256747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112748969748256747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112731400063299553</id><published>2005-09-21T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:26:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;After a really long break.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;And my tagboard is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys please tag? Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;Will only blog once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the exams are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed... Very worried.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;Scared too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that 4 days can make such a big difference?&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I sure didn't until &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna elaborate any further on what I just wrote...&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun today at CP.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I think I lack sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm turning crazy 'cause of that.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahas...&lt;br /&gt;Okie.&lt;br /&gt;Think I've crapped enough.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112731400063299553?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112731400063299553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112731400063299553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112731400063299553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112731400063299553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112644582740906479</id><published>2005-09-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:05:35.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>Had fun during music exchange on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;Think we all did the best we can.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was our first time so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;We can learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Kinda miss Marsiling Band.&lt;br /&gt;The music exchange we went to before the one we hosted on Thursday was the one at Marsiling Sec...&lt;br /&gt;And well, I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Really do.&lt;br /&gt;They were like so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;A gold with honours band too.&lt;br /&gt;Really admire them.&lt;br /&gt;They're so young.&lt;br /&gt;Only, what?&lt;br /&gt;Four years old?&lt;br /&gt;Yet... They're so good.&lt;br /&gt;Can we have another exchange?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got hold of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bless the Broken Road&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should listen to it. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;Do listen to the song! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112644582740906479?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112644582740906479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112644582740906479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112644582740906479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112644582740906479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112598600241782405</id><published>2005-09-06T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:53:22.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Taggers</title><content type='html'>Just replying to my dear taggers.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. (Haha... What's new right? =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baosuan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey... Thanks for the tag. You take care too aights? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mastura:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahas... I'm not in the kickboxing mood anymore. Wahaha... =p Hey, did you manage to get hold of the picture I told you about? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naqiah:&lt;/strong&gt; You went for SP concert too??? No fair! *pouts* Lol... Now I really wish I'd gone. Hahakz... Well, I miss ya loads too!!! =( You take care yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadheera:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem! Let's do our best yeah? I'm pretty nervous actually... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm off. Take care everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112598600241782405?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112598600241782405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112598600241782405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112598600241782405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112598600241782405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/reply-to-taggers.html' title='Reply to Taggers'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112556549083180567</id><published>2005-09-01T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:06:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back! *grins*</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the term is coming to an end. Wow, time flies - Fast. There was Teachers' Day Celebration yesterday and it was fun. Yeah... Clara and Calvin did a great job as the emcees. They were really natural. =D Oh, 4A did this PowerPoint Presentation for the teachers and I realised I don't have that much time left in Secondary School. Exactly a year from now, I'll be busy mugging for my Os and well, as much as I hated my school when I first entered, I learnt to make the best out of it. And I did... It's gonna be hard to say goodbye... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I still have a year more to go right? Haha... I'm just gonna miss the people that are graduating soon. My seniors... They've been the best seniors anyone could ever ask for. Especially those from band and the French Horn section. They're the best... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of school before the one week hols. Guess I'll be busy preparing for the music exchange. =) But I've got to study for my A Math test for now. Can you believe that there'll be a test on the last day of the term? Sheesh... And it's A Math. Functions. Argh! I hate Functions. It doesn't help that my class studied that chapter like super long ago. During the June holidays. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, for ACES day yesterday, we had kickboxing and it got better when the instructors were so cute! Haha... There were two guys: Ben and Scott and Ben is plain cute! Right Mastura? Haha... Mastura, Dinah, Rachel and I were so enthusiastic about it. (As in, kickboxing. &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;the instructors. Hahas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm off. Bye! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112556549083180567?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112556549083180567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112556549083180567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112556549083180567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112556549083180567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-grins.html' title='Back! *grins*'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112428344504336344</id><published>2005-08-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:57:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Gosh... It has been ages since I last blogged. Sorry guys... I've been really busy. Well, sort of... Of course, the lazy portion played a part too. Haha... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty... I don't know... Something like a complete whirl. It's like, something new will pop up or needs to be done before I can settle down and get used to how things worked out. Am I making sense to you? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos... Love my life nonetheless. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really in the mood to blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. Toodles! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112428344504336344?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112428344504336344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112428344504336344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112428344504336344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112428344504336344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112360409716632918</id><published>2005-08-10T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:17:59.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawns*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dallas:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue Hui:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol... Thanks for tagging! You take care too yeah? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David:&lt;/strong&gt; I can see the band photos webbie.. Is that the one? You made it is it? If you did... Good job! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy!!!&lt;br /&gt;But can't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;My eyes don't wanna rest just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Day celebration in school was well... So-so...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Yuppz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to White Sands with Irene and Ahila after school for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Irene bought &lt;em&gt;Million Dollar Baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of watching it at her place...&lt;br /&gt;But the three of us fell asleep on the sofa instead.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun playing badminton though.&lt;br /&gt;Played at the court near her place...&lt;br /&gt;Fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and think my sister and her friends will be joining us next week.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it's gonna be one fun game.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well...&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to update on.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Night people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;br /&gt;Tataz... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112360409716632918?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112360409716632918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112360409716632918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112360409716632918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112360409716632918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/yawns.html' title='*Yawns*'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112333276750795646</id><published>2005-08-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T06:56:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashreen:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks! Hey, long time no see!!! Miss ya man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue Hui:&lt;/strong&gt; Well... Just keep playing for the band kie... Really glad that you turned up for the practices this week... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks! You take care too aights? Miss ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah... Please talk less in band. I'll really appreciate it. =) Anyway, what webby did you create? I don't see anything on your MSN nick other than your blog's add. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! Yeah! I know my sis rocks! And yeah... I'll be a good girl for the next two months. No worries... =) Can't wait for Monday!!! =D Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the study mood.&lt;br /&gt;Met Irene up to study just now...&lt;br /&gt;Before my sister dropped by McDonalds for a while.&lt;br /&gt;So was crapping around...&lt;br /&gt;And I think Irene simply loves her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;Chem and Math especially.&lt;br /&gt;And Bio...&lt;br /&gt;Everything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with how the band is progressing.&lt;br /&gt;The discipline is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in yelling and punishing people.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's about time I start being strict.&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing my job as a band major.&lt;br /&gt;I want the best for the band and only the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I can be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I can be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I can joke around with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;But take me seriously once it comes to band.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I take band seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Before / After band hours,&lt;br /&gt;Joke around with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;But not during band practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bandits...&lt;br /&gt;Don't put me to the test.&lt;br /&gt;I have a limit to my patience.&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, you don't want to see me when I am really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to be a good major.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make everything a win-win situation so everyone will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a leader...&lt;br /&gt;Or turn arrogant and start bossing you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to work and communicate well with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please work with me for the charity fair.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the band spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Can everyone just cooperate and give your best for this charity fair?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;The majors can't do this alone...&lt;br /&gt;It's the members that can make a difference to the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; of you are what that makes the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; the majors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; the committee members.&lt;br /&gt;It's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus...&lt;br /&gt;The music exchange is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;And we're hosting it.&lt;br /&gt;Can we show some discipline?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be embarrassing if people start saying that our school band members have no discipline at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to turn into a monster and start yelling at you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;strong&gt;make&lt;/strong&gt; me do it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;strong&gt;force &lt;/strong&gt;me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I myself don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to see is just some discipline around.&lt;br /&gt;Is that so hard to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Really...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry if anything I'd said hurt you...&lt;br /&gt;But well,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not talking about anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;This is just my honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Yuppz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;I'd better log off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tataz... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112333276750795646?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112333276750795646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112333276750795646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112333276750795646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112333276750795646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112333035412857109</id><published>2005-08-06T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T05:12:34.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;heys...&lt;br /&gt;its irene here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;do takkaire of yourself kies gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;rmb to be a gd gurl fer the nx 2mths kies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and forget him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;if that'd make u happier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;muarrkies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and your sis rocks!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112333035412857109?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112333035412857109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112333035412857109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112333035412857109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112333035412857109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>ryn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112296621412572891</id><published>2005-08-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T07:02:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivien:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for dropping by! You take care too! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levon:&lt;/strong&gt; Yoz! Thanks for tagging yeah? You take care too! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue Hui:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem. Yes! You're back! Woohoo!!! Haha... Just hang in there kie... Start strong. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David:&lt;/strong&gt; Yoz! Thanks for tagging before sleeping. Lol! Take care! See you in band tomorrow! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty... Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well...&lt;br /&gt;School has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;Right Irene???&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone's interested in Ahila!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;She was like so not interested when some guys told her that their friend wants to get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;But Irene and I kept on teasing her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Mr Low yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to return the mace to Miss Siow with Levon and Qiwei.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;We talked.&lt;br /&gt;And he was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Told me to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I think he knows how much I loathe Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Like, my face was so black after class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then he allowed me to borrow his TYS.&lt;br /&gt;Yuppz... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really put in the effort for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause well, he never gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how lousy my marks were.&lt;br /&gt;He always told me to continue studying hard.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll really try my best to improve.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if people never give up on me...&lt;br /&gt;Then, why should I right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some mace work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;With Levon, Qiwei and Li May after school.&lt;br /&gt;Am really amazed with their skills.&lt;br /&gt;They're like good.&lt;br /&gt;Really good.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt there's always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;But think they're really not bad for a young band.&lt;br /&gt;Yuppz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Finally had the chance to talk to that schoolmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's this rumour...&lt;br /&gt;In school...&lt;br /&gt;Saying I like him...&lt;br /&gt;And stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rumour's getting really ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't even know him that well to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;And talked to him for the very first time only last week.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a nice guy...&lt;br /&gt;But yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him that well.&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... Talked to him just now...&lt;br /&gt;And he was so cool about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;The workload is starting to pile.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd better start on some of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Tataz... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112296621412572891?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112296621412572891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112296621412572891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112296621412572891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112296621412572891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112279310440361128</id><published>2005-07-31T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:59:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>Decided to revamp my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sort off.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Changed the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Can't resist the cuteness of the tatty bear.&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've gotten pretty used to typing like this.&lt;br /&gt;Guess you guys don't have to read chunks of paragraphs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;Tataz... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112279310440361128?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112279310440361128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112279310440361128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112279310440361128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112279310440361128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112253985070080512</id><published>2005-07-30T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:03:03.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fine! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lan Li:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! I smiled just by reading your tag. Hehe... Thanks yeah? =) Errm, was just upset when I posted that entry. About some stupid stuff. Haha... Oh, and don't worry. I'll definitely smile. =D Anyway, Taizi??? He's just some living soul in the school. Hehe... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue Hui:&lt;/strong&gt; C'mon Xue Hui... It's less than a year left... Think carefully yeah? I can't do much 'cause the final decision lies with you but well... Think about it yeah? About the 2+ years you've spent with the band... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; Yoz!!! Haha... No worries. I'm cool... Was just upset when I posted that entry. Yuppz... So yeah. I'm fine! Thanks girl! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah... Hope so. =) Anyway, I read your entries. From like, both blogs. Haha! The poem is nice. Anyway, can you please message me back!!! Okay, forget it. Doubt you'll see this anytime soon. Haha... Take care kiez. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay everyone... I'm really fine. No worries kie? =) Was still a little upset when I woke up on Wednesday morning but cheered up in school. Anyhoos, I'm as fine as I can be right now. *wide grin* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua came down with baby Jon during band practice on Wednesday and he's such a cutie!!! Haha... But I didn't get the chance to touch him or anything 'cause Mr Chua came in when the band was having combined. Then half an hour later or so, Jon cried so Mr Chua decided to go off. He's so cute!!! One very good-looking baby! Haha... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Irene and I were so free on Thursday so we decided to stay back in school and just slack around. Yeah... Joined Levon, Qiwei and Limay in the field at around 4+ 'cause they were working on their mace skills. Levon is getting really good at it. =D He can do those mace stunts very well. Yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Irene found out that Chenfeng (Just a nickname for this guy she likes) likes her too... And she was like so happy. Over the moon I think. Haha! =D Oh, and didn't realise she blogged. Haha! Keep blogging kiez? I shall blog at yours too. =) And like, school was so much fun yesterday. Especially when Irene bumped into her Chenfeng on the way to Chemistry lab... And he was heading for Geography lesson I think. Yeah... Like, they were just so funny. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'd better get going. Gotta get ready for A Math class. So... Toodles! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112253985070080512?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112253985070080512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112253985070080512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112253985070080512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112253985070080512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-fine-d.html' title='I&apos;m Fine! =D'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112253825337543340</id><published>2005-07-28T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:10:53.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ellos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hiie...its irene here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;good luck with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taizi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u will get together with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can be so sure of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JIAYOU!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;takkaire lorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112253825337543340?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112253825337543340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112253825337543340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112253825337543340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112253825337543340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/ellos.html' title='ellos!!'/><author><name>ryn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112238700342060453</id><published>2005-07-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:43:11.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Levon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... I wonder who that handsome guy in the pink shirt is... He looks a lot like you!!! Are you sure that handsome guy is not you??? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Xue Hui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Think carefully yeah? Honestly, the band really needs you. Furthermore, you've spent like three years in band... It'll be a waste if you give up now when there's less than a year more to complete our CCA 'service'. Think carefully kiez? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lan Li:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just my habit to reply to the tags in an entry. Haha!!! You take care yeah? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BK with Irene and Ahila to study after school just now but Ahila had to go off for MT class at 4. Yuppz... Studied for about 3 hours before Irene and I ended up chatting away at around 6+ 'cause we were waiting for Ahila to return from her Mother Tongue class and we just coulnd't take anymore of Geography. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errm... I just read something. Actually, was kinda forced to read it. Didn't realise it'll hurt this much. If I'd known, I wouldn't even bother to click on the stupid icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so crappy. It's really not supposed to hurt this much. I'm not even supposed to feel this disappointed... But why am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get everything out of my head. Just zap everything out... But is it possible? I have the support of so many people but can I do it? I'm seriously trying very hard. Please don't make it any harder on me. That's all I'm asking for. Stay away from me... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to band practice tomorrow. Something to get my mind of all these shiznit. Something that can hopefully make me laugh again... 'Cause for now, I've lost touch with my bubbly self... And I seriously doubt I have got enough strength to go searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mr Chua. Was chatting with him for a minute on MSN just now and yeah... He made me smile again. For a little while. =) Said he'll come down to school with baby Jon tomorrow to see us play the new song pieces. Yay!!! I am so gonna carry Jon! I hope so... Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112238700342060453?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112238700342060453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112238700342060453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112238700342060453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112238700342060453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112228588756083708</id><published>2005-07-25T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T03:08:01.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reply to tags&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lan Li:&lt;/strong&gt; Lolz! No problem! =D Haha... You take care too yeah? Hmm... Didn't see ya in school just now. =( Maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Take care! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene: &lt;/strong&gt;So sorry hun... I've been busy... And yes, lazy. Haha! In fact, the poem's still in my file. Lolz! =p I'll try to get it done ASAP kiez... Take care aights? See ya in school tomorrow! =D *muackies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I BISECTED A GOAT'S HEART!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh... I felt so bad. I couldn't even bear to look at my friends who were cutting the poor heart away. Oh, and I touched it!!! Was so proud of myself 'cause I &lt;em&gt;touched a goat's heart!!! &lt;/em&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errm... Really nothing much to update on. Yeah... Guess I'd better get started on some school stuff. See ya! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112228588756083708?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112228588756083708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112228588756083708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112228588756083708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112228588756083708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/reply-to-tags-lan-li-lolz-no-problem-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112211877019285816</id><published>2005-07-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T05:51:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reply to tags first yeah?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/344/dinoworklanlimeinmrtedited7dj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lan Li:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! Yeah... I was in the 'band' mood when I posted that entry. Lolz! Anyway, sorry about yesterday yeah... And thanks for tagging! =D Oh, by the way, the picture's for you. Hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minor Yeo:&lt;/strong&gt; Oits! You didn't even invite me to your wedding! Sheesh... And all of a sudden, it's cancelled? Why? What happened??? You gotta tell me!!! Haha! Anyway, do recommend me some good Chinese shows if you know of some yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreamer:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm doing fine in school. =) Anyway, I'll try my best to keep you updated on the stuff going on in the library yeah? Meanwhile, do take care! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dallas:&lt;/strong&gt; Err... Thanks! Haha... Best of luck for your upcoming Os too yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/7894/dinoworklevonmeinmrtedited5va.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levon:&lt;/strong&gt; Updated! Hehe... =p You take care too yeah? =) Oh, and the picture's for you. Hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick shoutout to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasuha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Birthday hun!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So sorry I can't make it to your birthday party. =( Thanks for being so understanding yeah... Man, I hate this. I really wanna meet up and hang out with you and Ashreen!!! ='( When're you going back to Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Am listening to &lt;em&gt;Life Goes On &lt;/em&gt;by Leann Rimes. Got it from Doug via MSN. Nice song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NSPS after A Math lesson just now 'cause there was this Racial Harmony celebration. Really enjoyed myself. Yuppz. =) The celebration was fine but I got to meet and talk to the teachers again so it was like, really cool. Had a chat with Mdm Cheong. Never really knew her when I was in the school but she was really nice. I was like, "You look really familiar... I just don't quite know who you are..." and she was like, "Yeah! You look really familiar too..." Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was basically moving around with Douglas, Regina and Christina but I bumped into lots of people there so yeah... It was fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Mr Chong... And Mr Choon. Mdm Azlin too but I didn't get to meet her 'cause she was on maternity leave. ='( Most of all... Those days in primary school when life was so easy... So so easy... So much fun... *Sigh* The sweetness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos... There was this charity fair in my school yesterday and it was really fun! Haha... Yuppz... I had to help Mrs Seah with the Racial Harmony stall so I had to skip band. ='( Really wish I had gone for practice instead especially after getting to know that Mr Chua came up just to bid the bandits farewell!! I'm really gonna miss him loads... ='( Oh well, there's still the net and phone so yeah. =) Oh, and they got new scores yesterday!!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of band... I really want the Sec 4 N(A)s to come back. I'm pleading all of you... Please, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; study hard and pass your Ns. The band really needs you... And band practices just don't feel the same anymore. ='( It was just like when the Sec 4(E)s and 5 N(A)s stepped down. I was so down 'cause it felt so different without them around but I managed to move on 'cause I knew they were not coming back. The Sec 4 N(A)s are different somehow. They can come back if they do well for their Ns so please study hard yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I've not been blogging. It's more like, once a week kinda thing... I apologise to those people who have been checking my blog out only to see no change in it at all... I've just been really lazy... And busy... Sorry yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. This is getting long. Tataz! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112211877019285816?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112211877019285816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112211877019285816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112211877019285816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112211877019285816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112150305387298325</id><published>2005-07-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:41:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day '05</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. Went to school for Speech Day just now. The real thing. Not just another rehearsal. Heex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandar, the top O Level student in my school last year was there and she gave this speech which set me thinking. Okay. Read this. She entered secondary school with an average PSLE score of 211... And here she is, five years later in one of the best JCs in the country. I mean, hey, my PSLE score was around that range too and if she can do it, so can I right? I think it's about time I stop slacking around and start figuring out what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the band didn't play that badly. Yuppz. =D Oh, and thank god I didn't freak out while I was singing onstage. Haha! I love the bandits! They were like happily dancing and singing during the finale. Their enthusiasm is pure amazing. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 4s N(A) band members will be excused from band practices for two months. Damn! I mean, yeah, I want them to do well in their Ns (They have to. I really want them to score.) but I've gotten so close to them and I seriously will miss them. Honestly. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Kok Tong, Levon, Qi Wei and I went to Burger King at CompassPoint for the so-called majors meeting yesterday but we didn't discuss much. We were like talking crap the whole way! Haha! =D Majors meetings are fun. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the Compassvale Secondary School Band's Concert with Amirah and three other guys yesterday too. One of them, Raymond, turned out to be from my primary school so it was like, a reunion kinda thing. Hmm, actually, not really 'cause I never knew him anyway. Haha! Met Regina in the concert hall itself. Yuppz... And got to know a bunch of her friends which are like super friendly. Yuppz... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the band's performance? Pure amazing. They were damn good! Gosh... It was just... WOW! They were really good... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off so... Later! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112150305387298325?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112150305387298325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112150305387298325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112150305387298325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112150305387298325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/speech-day-05.html' title='Speech Day &apos;05'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112150036531259536</id><published>2005-07-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:34:38.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Taggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol! No worries. I'm fine. Was just pissed when I posted that entry. Hey, I had fun yesterday! *grins* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levon:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. I've changed the link. =) Why did you change the URL anyway? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kal:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine Haik (Take note, I called you Haik and NOT "Height". =p Haha!), tease me all you want about that stupid incident but I'll definitely get back at ya! Haha! Oh, and I can't stop calling you Haik (Or "Height" according to you. =p) 'cause I'm just too used to it. At least Haik sounds better than Kal. Wahaha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jas &amp; Tash:&lt;/strong&gt; Please guys. I have my reasons for doing what I did. And Tash, the fact that he's well to do have got nothing to do with this. I don't go out with a guy just 'cause he's well to do. You know me! Sheesh... I seriously have my reasons. =) No worries. We're still friends though so yeah. *winks* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luce:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for understanding girl. You're such a sweetheart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fir:&lt;/strong&gt; Course I remember you! Haha... Sorry about your name. I've edited it so yeah. =) Take care aights? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mastura:&lt;/strong&gt; Updated! Finally, a tag from you! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112150036531259536?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112150036531259536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112150036531259536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112150036531259536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112150036531259536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/reply-to-taggers_16.html' title='Reply to Taggers'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112135636459210456</id><published>2005-07-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:05:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band... And More Band</title><content type='html'>It seems like ages since I last blogged. Have been really busy... Especially with the upcoming Speech Day and stuff. Yuppz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another round of Speech Day Rehearsal just now. Miss Ten wasn't there so I totally freaked out before the performance. I mean, I totally lost confidence in everything. Was wondering how we would be able to make it without Miss Ten. Without someone to conduct and remind us when to slow down or pick up pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuqi, Scott and Clara were trying to calm down. Haha! Scott kept on telling me that we can make it and he was giving examples like, "Imagine Miss Ten disappeared on the SYF day itself..." and I was like, "Thing is, Miss Ten is not just gonna disappear on such an important occasion!!!" Haha... Then Clara kept on going like, "Have faith in the band. We can do this!" Lolz! I calmed down though but heard from a number of people that we didn't play well. Was kinda disappointed. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuqi was such a sweetheart. She cued us in so we knew when to start playing and all that. Yuppz. Don't think you'll be reading this but if you do, thanks girl. You're a life-saver. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Wei conducted the band the second time round and he can conduct really well! I mean, he was really good. No kidding! =D Think the band played better. Yeah... He's such a life-saver. Haha! Asked him where he got his conducting skills from and he claimed that he just observed how conductors conduct from concerts and all that. Was really amazed, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to yawn. I'll reply to all your tags next time kiez. Night people. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112135636459210456?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112135636459210456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112135636459210456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112135636459210456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112135636459210456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/band-and-more-band.html' title='Band... And More Band'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112090262545972600</id><published>2005-07-09T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T08:39:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Me?</title><content type='html'>Before I start, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Hwee Yon! Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been myself for the past... 3 days? Have not been my usual bubbly, happy me. No idea why. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band members cheered me up on Thursday though! Haha! Had this meeting for majors and I laughed like so much... *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, Qi Wei, Kok Tong, Levon, Li May and I went to Burger King at CompassPoint to discuss some stuff (On top of some ermm... distractions? Haha! *winks*) and yeah. Saw Yijun... And Xuqi joined us a while later 'cause she happened to be in CP too. I miss seeing them in the music room for band practices... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I was sabotaged by the band members to sing. Yes,&lt;strong&gt; sing&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone knows how sucky I sound and yet, I was forced to &lt;strong&gt;SING!&lt;/strong&gt; On Speech Day! Gosh! Actually, it was supposed to be Qi Wei's job but he wasn't at the rehearsal yesterday 'cause he had to sit for his English N Levels Oral so I had to step in 'cause Royston mentioned my name and the rest of the band literally joined in. Hmph! =p I was thinking of getting out of it though... And let Qi Wei perform. Yuppz... May ask Mdm Aszrina about it. *shrugs* Oh, did I tell you guys I simply &lt;strong&gt;cannot sing?&lt;/strong&gt; AAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Qi Wei was damn lucky! The main topic for his Oral was "music" and I think he did quite well 'cause he was telling me what he answered while we were waiting for the bus after band practice and yeah... Anyway, I am so jealous!!! I want that topic for O Levels too! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had full dress rehearsal for speech day just now. Thank god Miss Ten took the dancing part out! Haha! I couldn't have been more delighted. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I'm off. Tataz... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112090262545972600?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112090262545972600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112090262545972600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112090262545972600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112090262545972600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-is-me_09.html' title='Where is Me?'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112038841847927609</id><published>2005-07-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:10:48.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>Oh no! Kok Tong just messaged me asking whether I wanna catch War of the Worlds tomorrow and I can't make it!!! ARGH!!! I wanna catch that movie so much! It's like at the top of my list... =( Think some bandits are going. *Sigh* Oh well, will probably catch it next week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss camp. Okay, I know I've said that a million times but I really miss it! Especially after reading some of my schoolmates' blogs about it and all... All of us miss it. I guess there're just things you can't simply forget. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored... And there's no school tomorrow. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm off for now. Hmm... Am craving for Milo Freeze from 7-Eleven... Heex! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112038841847927609?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112038841847927609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112038841847927609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112038841847927609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112038841847927609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112031808652666224</id><published>2005-07-02T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:45:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Have to Share This With You Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DOUGLAS SENT ME A MESSAGE ON FRIENDSTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no clue how delighted I am!!! =D Okay, Doug's not a guy I have a crush on or something. He was just my primary school classmate (P5 and 6) and I couldn't stand him back then especially during the p5 days 'cause I had to sit next to him and he was this irritating guy. We were like forever bickering. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, well, we kinda drifted apart in p6... 'Cause I no longer had to sit next to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, we chatted on MSN just now and I laughed so much!!! I simply had no idea how much I miss him! We were chatting for like what, 3 hours? Maybe 4... And we were talking about everything... And I really mean &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. From his CCA to what happened back in primary school to stuff like BGR... Everything. Surprisingly, he was really mature. He's still the joker I once knew but there's this mature side of him I've never seen or known. In fact, some stuff he said really got me thinking. Yeah. And he has grown! Like, really tall!! Haha! And he's sweet. Yuppz. Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembers everything about me!!! Haha! After like, what? 3 years? He remembers how I look like... And he was describing my features and how I looked like when I was reading a storybook back in primary school and stuff. I was just touched 'cause it has been ages since we last met. The last time I saw him, he was still in shorts and was this idiotic joker. Haha! And he claimed that there were stuff that happened between us that he just can't zap out of his head. There was once when this super embarrassing thing happened to me in P5 and he was teaasing me about it. Big bully!!! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss camp! Nuraini, Nadia and I were talking about it just now after A Math lesson and yeah. We were like, "This time yesterday, we were climbing around some stuff." Haha! Mr Lim boarded the bus a few stops later and talked to him the whole way 'cause we were both alighting at the interchange. Told him that I wouldn't mind becoming a trainer while waiting for my O Level results. Yuppz. He was like, "You have to look at them. You have to be all bubbly and jumpy. Full of energy. Can you do that?" and I was like, "Yeah!!!" Haha! I really won't mind becoming a trainer. Yuppz. Heard they'll have to go through like a year of training first or something though. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss camp. Everything about it. The trainers, the activities, the games, Mohicoke... I just miss it all. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas just messaged me!!! Hehe... Okay, I'm sick. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off. *Yawns* Night people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112031808652666224?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112031808652666224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112031808652666224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112031808652666224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112031808652666224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-have-to-share-this-with-you.html' title='I Just Have to Share This With You Guys'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112023267221232749</id><published>2005-07-01T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:55:11.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 3 Camp</title><content type='html'>Back from Sec 3 camp. 1 word - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;asn't quite looking forward to it at first. Especially after what happened on Tuesday night but I still dragged myself down and I'm so glad I did! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Group:&lt;/strong&gt; No. 14 aka Nanticoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainer:&lt;/strong&gt; Hisyam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddy Group:&lt;/strong&gt; No.13 aka Mohican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trainer:&lt;/strong&gt; Izean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept on telling me that Izean reminds them of me and vice versa. Even when I was in the bathroom! Lol! They claimed that she was just as hyper as me... Hmm... Oh well. She's nice... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our trainers invented a name for the two groups (combined): &lt;strong&gt;Mohicoke&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha... Weird name huh? Well, I honestly think I was blessed with a great group and a fantastic buddy group so yeah. All of us were so enthusiastic and hyper most of the time. We were like so loud and stuff. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I simply can't forget the first day when Rekha was telling the whole group, including Hisyam and Izean this joke... And like, it was just so funny. *Laughs* Especially the part when Hisyam was trying to get her to stop talking and she simply wouldn't 'cause she just wanted to finish her so-called story. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanticoke and Mohican had to work together most of the time and we were like really united. We wouldn't even compete against each other! Haha! Like, just now, groups had to compete against each other during breakfast. The loudest group to shout their trainer's name will get to go for breakfast first and we actually helped each other out. Yeah... In the end, we decided to go last even though Group 13 was allowed to go first... But they stayed. Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking was so much fun! Paired up with Qudsia and she was such a huge help 'cause she went kayaking with the Guides before. It was really fun! =D Oh, and I simply love rock-climbing. I think I managed to get past more than half of the wall. Or at least, half of it. Yeah... Then had to help the trainer who took care of me when I was climbing up once I was done. Had to like hold his harness while the others helped with the string and he was like, "You could have gone higher. That was why I kept asking you to go on..." Like, he was being so nice. And friendly. Yuppz. =) And I really wished I had just moved on... Haha... But oh well, I think I didn't do so bad for a first-timer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE CRC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was so much fun. Even though the fire was kinda small... Had fun nonetheless. I think Mohicoke did quite well for our performance. Yuppz... Oh, this is one of the cheers that we did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[Chan mali chan chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The camp has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hisyam is very cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Izean is quite pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We like to climb rock wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[Chan mali chan chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CRC's really high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The camp is full of jigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We feel like we're in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We don't sleep on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[Chan mali chan chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Zipline is really fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is chapter 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We don't want this to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[Sigh...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[Chan mali chan chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trainers came up with that. Cool eh? They were like so nice 'cause I found out some of the trainers didn't help their groups out at all and my schoolmates had to come up with their own stuff to perform and all that but Hisyam and Izean were really sweet. They helped out like, a lot. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I seriously think the trainers played a joke on me on the first night. Haha! 'Cause there was this blind-folding game where everyone was blindfolded and we had to depend on our group members to move around. Then, at the end of it all, after I'd opened my eyes and stuff, I realised I wasn't with the rest of the school but was surrounded by the trainers instead. Haha! Asked Izean why I wasn't with the rest of the school on the first night just now 'cause I seriously thought I walked there by accident or something... And somehow ended up there and not with the others... But she said they just wanted to play a joke on me. Hmm... Weird. =s Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, the trainers were really nice. As strict as they were at times, they were really cool. I had fun. I love Mohicoke and I love my two trainers! =D As tiring as camp was, I'm gonna miss it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 3B rocks! Haha... We were like singing all the camp songs on the way back to school. Lolz... I really had fun. Yuppz... =D Oh, and Dion, if you're reading this, you are so gonna do the banana dance with me in school! I'm getting better so watch out! =p Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better get going. Night everyone... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112023267221232749?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112023267221232749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112023267221232749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112023267221232749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112023267221232749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/sec-3-camp.html' title='Sec 3 Camp'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-112023347346074866</id><published>2005-07-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:42:44.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Taggers</title><content type='html'>Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reen:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! Thanks! I thought so too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for the tag hun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue Hui:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for dropping by! You take care too kiez... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene:&lt;/strong&gt; The babies during English class are so adorable!!! And yeah, camp really rocked! Just like our class! Haha! And I miss Ahila too! =( Boohoo... Oh, had my Milo bar already! Haha! I am so addicted to that thing. Lolz! You rest well too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-112023347346074866?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112023347346074866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=112023347346074866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112023347346074866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/112023347346074866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/reply-to-taggers.html' title='Reply to Taggers'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111997956874267986</id><published>2005-06-29T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:26:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Awake</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep. Am like so wide awake now. Was forcing my sister to stay awake and keep me company just now. Evil me. Haha! *sheepish grin* So I started shaking her and stuff once she was close to dozing off. Haha! She's asleep now though and I'm bored. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nessaging V. Daniel but I think he's like asleep now too. Haiz... I'm really gonna be one sleepy toad tomorrow. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I'd better force myself to sleep... Tataz... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111997956874267986?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111997956874267986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111997956874267986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111997956874267986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111997956874267986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/wide-awake.html' title='Wide Awake'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111996921833736000</id><published>2005-06-28T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:11:46.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for Sec 3 Camp</title><content type='html'>Mother Tongue class was so much fun. Played &lt;em&gt;Win, Lose or Draw&lt;/em&gt; and of course, my team lost 'cause we were so full of crap and totally clueless like three-quarters of the time. Haha! Really enjoyed myself though. Yuppz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCCG was about BGR and all these relationship stuff. Once again, it kinda got me thinking. About stuff. Yeah... Oh, and Irene was saying that she wants a relationship that will last... And that's why we should get to know a person better before going into a relationship and all that. Well, that's so true. Yuppz. =) I mean, I want a relationship that will last too. Who doesn't? Like what my sister said, you really can't rush things when it comes to BGR. Yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Irene's err... "friend" just now. Honestly, I can't possibly call him just a friend but never mind. I know she'll strangle me if she reads this. Haha! Bumped into Irene at the bus stop after band 'cause she was waiting for him there. Guess what. Turned out he was waiting for her outside school. Haha! Anyway, he seems like a really nice guy. Yuppz... I'm seriously so happy for her. Haha! I mean, she looked so happy when she was with him. I swear I felt like such an extra... Like, wanted to run away and leave the two of them alone but she wouldn't let me off. Haha... But he was being really nice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had Speech Day rehearsal just now. *grins* Haha! Band was fun... It was just that Miss Ten decided to add the actions and the French Horn section, which consists of three pathetic members, have to 'dance' on the actual day. Like, *blush*!!! It's the Saturday Night Live Fever thingy. Anyway, it's only about 4 seconds so yeah... But still!!! Argh!!! I'll be so... *blush*!!! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I feel bad. Seriously. Okay. Read this. The majors are supposed to be the last few people to leave band after practice 'cause well, we need to make sure everyone have left, lock the room up, pass the keys to the teachers and all that... And like, Kok Tong and Qi Wei are always doing that. Like yesterday, I was kind of in a rush to go off and Kok Tong and Qi Wei let me off early... And I left quite early just now too. Am feeling so bad. Kinda guilty. Oh well, I'll stay for the upcoming practices. Yuppz. I promise. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Off. Have to prepare for the Sec 3 camp. Yuppz. Sec 3 camp tomorrow. All the way to Friday so yeah... Won't be blogging. Yuppz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care aights? =) Tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111996921833736000?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111996921833736000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111996921833736000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111996921833736000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111996921833736000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/preparation-for-sec-3-camp.html' title='Preparation for Sec 3 Camp'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111987746720542050</id><published>2005-06-27T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:34:07.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Typical Day...</title><content type='html'>Yeah... It's yet another typical day in school... With a slight twist. Haha! Nah. Actually, come to think of it, not really. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick shoutout to some bandits!!! Some of you are not feeling well. Like, really sick. So... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;GET WELL SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kiez??? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm like so happy for Irene!!! Haha!!! Seriously!!! =D Oh, and it feels so good to be well again. Heex! Hey Irene, thanks so much for the Milo!!! Haha... I know you're reading this so... You still owe me a Milo bar!!! *Laughs* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mother Tongue class just now and Mdm Sunarti said some stuff. About walls having ears and that whatever you do, there will always be someone watching. The worst part is that, one slight mistake and your parents will get most of the shit from the society. Like, that's so true. Well, it just set me thinking yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was pure fun! =D Finally got those few bars correct for Spongebob Squarepants. =D Yuppz... Will be having a combined rehearsal for Speech Day tomorrow. Really can't wait. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahila is MIA. We planned to meet on MSN for the Chemistry stuff but she's not here... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my sis. About BGR and stuff. I simply love her. Haha... 'Cause I realised what she told me is so true. =) Thanks Ila... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I'm off. Gonna indulge myself in Caramel Almond Fudge ice-cream. *Sigh* It really feels good to be well again... Haha! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111987746720542050?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111987746720542050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111987746720542050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111987746720542050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111987746720542050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-typical-day.html' title='Another Typical Day...'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111978268557588634</id><published>2005-06-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:44:45.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img223.echo.cx/img223/4674/zejoyahs02edited1dy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the two of us - Shahida and Shahila... =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school starts tomorrow!!! Am kinda looking forward to it... Though I'm pretty much aware that I'll be suffering from some sort of 'too-much-work' disease. Haha! Furthermore, will be real busy on the first week of school 'cause I'll be having band practice on both Monday and Tuesday to prepare for Speech Day... And Sec 3 camp starts on Wednesday all the way 'till Friday so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sec 3 camp... Am not really looking forward to it... I just feel so lazy. Haha... But I know it'll be fun and I bet I'll change my mind once I get to meet my friends again so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off. Gotta finish my remaining homework - A Math. Yuppz... And I think Spiderman will be starting soon. Haha... Yuppz... See y'all in school!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111978268557588634?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111978268557588634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111978268557588634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111978268557588634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111978268557588634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111970621849811789</id><published>2005-06-25T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:44:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>Man, it has been a long day. Woke up super early to attend the A Math class. Went through some stuff and Danny was like so smart. I mean, he managed to grasp what Miss Toh was trying to say only after a few minutes of explanation while I was still lost in la-la land. Haha! *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Nuraini was like so cute 'cause Nadia and her came in late and missed some parts of the lesson so she was like totally clueless at the beginning. Haha! She was so funny! *Laughs* Went back with them and they were plain hysterical! Lolz! Like, laughed so much in such a short period of time. Oh, and Nuraini, thanks for that packet of crackers! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Finally managed to meet Amirah up!!! I missed her so much! That was like the first outing with her after she came back from Japan... Yuppz. We were talking and stuff... She was being such a sweetheart! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I'm off. I really need to finish up my homework. Tataz! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My mum just came back and she brought home a packet of chocolates!!! Yippee!!! =D Haha! I know you're jealous... Haha! Nah, just kidding. Okay, I'm off. Night! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111970621849811789?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111970621849811789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111970621849811789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111970621849811789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111970621849811789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111962991090973880</id><published>2005-06-25T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:10:21.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confusion</title><content type='html'>Now, you know life is extremely boring when you blog like 3 times in a day. Lolz! I'm logging off actually. Am sleepy... And I'll have to get up early for A Math class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna post this before I run. First of all, I know I suck at writing poems. I just thought of giving this a try once again. Yuppz. I was sleepy! Cut me some slack if it's bad aights? Lolz... I won't bite your head off for negative comments though so yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Confusion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my first&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that good&lt;br /&gt;I'm only penning this&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to lighten the mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this&lt;br /&gt;I simply wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why you came&lt;br /&gt;At the weirdest hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appeared right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Have always been there all along&lt;br /&gt;I just never bothered to look&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, took the time to even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really spoke&lt;br /&gt;Or touched&lt;br /&gt;Or in fact communicated&lt;br /&gt;In any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like other damsels in distress&lt;br /&gt;Who simply falls for the guys around them&lt;br /&gt;I give people the impression that I'm strong and independent&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you managed to take up a portion of my mind each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slightest mention of your name made me jump&lt;br /&gt;Just a glance at you made me grin&lt;br /&gt;And BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;You did it all over again... You left me all confused once the sun sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at this&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good with words&lt;br /&gt;But then again, words are all I really have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To capture your attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm really sleepy. Enjoy it if it's good, just ignore it if it's bad. Hmm... Actually, I'd rather people tag and tell me to work on it if it's bad. Haha! Night people... Morning I should say. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111962991090973880?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111962991090973880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111962991090973880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111962991090973880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111962991090973880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/confusion.html' title='The Confusion'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111961117779627097</id><published>2005-06-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T04:07:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Taggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lan Li:&lt;/strong&gt; Lolz! Was band practice that tough that day? Well, we don't have much of a choice other than to just cope with it huh? Since band is our CCA and all. =) Just don't hate it too much kiez. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shabreen:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for tagging! Wahaha... I know you're been pretty busy these past few days... And tired... Do have enough rest yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene:&lt;/strong&gt; *pouts* Why no Milo bar for me??? What did I do??? =( *sob sob* Lolz! I wasn't being naughty!!! I'm such an angel! Haha! And yeah, Chem paper was so fine hun! *winks* =D Oh, and I did try to help Ahila!!! I really did!! It was just that she was sitting behind me and it was hard but I tried!!! Okay, I'm blabbering like an idiot. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay okay... I know I've been bugging you to tag so thanks for tagging. Haha! Eh, think I'll just chat with ya on MSN yeah? Haha! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, talked to my sister about what happened earlier today. Haha! *winks* Nope, not gonna share it with you guys. =p Okiez, off... Wanna catch the show on Channel 8. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111961117779627097?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111961117779627097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111961117779627097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111961117779627097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111961117779627097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/reply-to-taggers_24.html' title='Reply to Taggers'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111960514792447058</id><published>2005-06-24T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T04:12:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino @ Work</title><content type='html'>I managed to get hold of the picture of Dino!!! Remember the Dino I had to work with? Haha... Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img292.echo.cx/img292/8453/dinowork3sl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think those kids are plain cute? =D I miss Dino... Lolz! By the way, I had to resize the pic and stuff. I know it ain't that clear and I apologise for that... But hey, you guys can still see the dinosaur right? Hehe... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I'm addicted to the song Qi Li Xiang by Jay Chou. Yeah, I got sick and tired of it... Only for about a day or two. Haha! =p Am listening to True by Ryan Cabrera now. The melody's nice. Yuppz... Yeah, it's slow. I'm into ballads people. Haha! I kinda got sick and tired of loud songs and the Simple Plan CD. My ears are in desperate need of something soothing to listen to right now. Haha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went back to school to meet Qudsia for the Mother Tongue assignment just now. Had to get the stuff I left in the band room yesterday too so yeah. No, I'm not forgetful! Don't ask me how I forgot to bring my Chemistry textbook, pencil case and the MT book home 'cause I don't know how I can just walk out of the room happily without seeing them but I'm not forgetful!!! *shakes head* Okay, defensive mode strikes. Haha! So anyway, was supposed to meet her at 9 but it was postponed to 9.30 instead 'cause I overslept. Haha! What's new? =p I really gotta work on my punctuality. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airiz was supposed to join us but he vanished into thin air. I think he overslept. Haha! Yuppz... And Nuraini can't seem to make her mind up on whether she wanted to join us or not since like, when I was getting ready to go to school all the way 'till I was done with work so yeah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a new skin. Yuppz. It's like so not me to use a skin which features a celebrity. It just seems a little... Weird... Lolz! Can't seem to find a nice skin to replace this one though. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's ending!!! Boohoo... Actually, am kinda looking forward to school. Haha! Yuppz... Just not prepared for the workload. Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is getting long. I'd better run. Haha... Take care people! Tataz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111960514792447058?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111960514792447058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111960514792447058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111960514792447058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111960514792447058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/dino-work.html' title='Dino @ Work'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111954306014983817</id><published>2005-06-24T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:15:56.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back @ Band!</title><content type='html'>Today seems really... Short... Yeah... I just somewhat came to that conclusion as I'm sitting here and typing this. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin. Yes, it features Ashlee Simpson. That's not to say I'm one fan of hers. I just personally feel that this skin is nice and it just happened to have her picture attached to it. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a day in band can do wonders! I feel good already... Haha! Am trying to like skip taking my medicine. My mum kept on asking whether I'd already taken it and I'm like stalling. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had band. Missed the bandits loads and missed a lot of stuff on band. Haha... Makes sense? =p Made a bunch of mistakes though. Like, damn... I can't seem to pitch some notes just now. =( Am working on it. Yuppz. All in all, it was okay really. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to school again tomorrow. =( I'm tired... Am supposed to be doing my homework now. Teehee... =) Okay then. I'd better run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I know you people are reading so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tag!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people... Or should I say morning? Lolz! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111954306014983817?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111954306014983817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111954306014983817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111954306014983817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111954306014983817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-band.html' title='Back @ Band!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111942567233741716</id><published>2005-06-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:19:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt; with myself!!! &lt;strong&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hi! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an appointment with the doctor and hence, didn't go for band practice just now. That is exactly why I'm pissed at myself... Actually, I'm more pissed at my useless immune system. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out Amanda was absent too. Which simply meant that Audrey was left all alone to back the whole French Horn section up. Just how on earth is a Sec 1 girl gonna do that?! I mean, she still lacks some of the basic techniques! I feel so bad. I should've been there to help her out but where was I? Home. Someone strangle me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calms down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine. I'm fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so guilty. Anyhoos... I'm going for band tomorrow! Yippee!!! =D Time for me to catch up on whatever that needs to be done. I miss band so much!!! Woke up this morning with the song &lt;em&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Big Fun in the Sun&lt;/em&gt; playing in my head. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I tell you guys I cut my hair?? Wahaha! Well, I did. Hehe... It's like, shoulder-length? Maybe a tad shorter. Yuppz... I can't even tie a decent ponytail with it. So please don't laugh at me if you see me looking weird on Monday yeah? I'll love you to the core for that. Haha! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... I wanna be a paediatrician real bad. You know, when I entered the polyclinic, I saw this room, something like a waiting room for the parents to wait with their unwell babies. Yuppz. And I saw some of the kids and yeah... I realised I wanna be a paediatrician so badly. At the very least, a doctor. I'm gonna study hard. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Gotta take medicine... And study Chemistry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tataz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back!!! I think my new cough syrup tastes better than the previous one. Haha! Okay, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!! Miss you all muchies!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111942567233741716?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111942567233741716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111942567233741716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111942567233741716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111942567233741716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111942642085708540</id><published>2005-06-22T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:48:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Way...</title><content type='html'>Just dropping by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V. Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see ya on Monday I guess... =) Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111942642085708540?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111942642085708540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111942642085708540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111942642085708540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111942642085708540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/by-way.html' title='By the Way...'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111934129444454085</id><published>2005-06-21T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T02:03:12.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Looking Forward to School</title><content type='html'>Hmph. I'm coughing my lungs out. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for band yesterday... And ended up feeling so guilty about it even though I had a valid excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Irene... Sorry dear... About yesterday. I never thought you would literally zoom out of your house like that! =) Lolz... I'm really sorry.... Really, really... Oh, and I managed to get a bite of that ice-cream all right. =D Haha... But *coughs* I'm still coughing!!! ARGH! Hyper me is gone... I hope she'll be back by Monday. =( I swear I'm like some sort of zombie walking around the house. *sniff sniff* Miss ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like, there's band tomorrow... And I don't even know whether I have the energy to go to school. I just feel like dragging myself. Oh well, will see how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Tataz... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111934129444454085?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111934129444454085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111934129444454085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111934129444454085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111934129444454085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-looking-forward-to-school.html' title='Not Looking Forward to School'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111893632132125527</id><published>2005-06-16T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:07:48.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss MILO</title><content type='html'>I lost my voice. I sound terrible... And weird... But funny... Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been forced to stay away from the love of my life, Mr Iced Milo. Have to turn to plain water and those bottles of fruit juice instead. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sudden craving for the chocolate chips ice cream in the freezer. I think I shall sneak into the kitchen later when everyone is asleep and grab a few bites. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am aware that I've been whining lots about being sick lately and I know it's not such a pretty sight for you people so I shall stop doing that. Or at least, try my best to stop. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sudden urge to complain about my sore throat. I think I'd better run before I start whining again. Heex! =p Tataz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Ahila!!! WELCOME BACK HONEY BUNNY!!! Okay, I swear I don't know where that came from. It just popped into my head. Haha! Honey and bunny rhymes though huh? Anyhoos, I miss you muchies!!! =D Oh, by the way, we have a mission that Irene came up with to accomplish. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Irene, I simply love you to teeny weeny bits and pieces!!! Haha! *winks* You know why yeah? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111893632132125527?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111893632132125527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111893632132125527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111893632132125527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111893632132125527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-milo.html' title='I Miss MILO'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111876558020191349</id><published>2005-06-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:21:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK!</title><content type='html'>*whines* I'm sick! I don't care if I sound like one whiny bitch of the century right now. &lt;strong&gt;I'm sick!&lt;/strong&gt; Argh! Woke up this morning with a super dry throat and I started having this really bad headache. Was literally swaying all over the house. I'm sick... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've never felt so sick before. Truly. I was shivering even though I was all curled up under the blanket... &lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt; I just hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that I simply love my sister to bits? She made me scrambled eggs!!! Without onions! Yeah, if I'm all healthy, she would add onions to it 'cause she simply loves 'em. Whee... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like, there's still a bunch of homework that needs to be done. Let's see. There's Social Studies, A Math, English and Mother Tongue. Hmph! The best part is that I can't even start on the MT project 'cause I couldn't find the book we were supposed to read during the hols... And like, literally everyone else managed to get hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mastura, I can't meet you on Monday dear... Band practice. All the way 'till 5 pm. Is it possible to meet during the weekends or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Thursday!!! *winks* Hope I'll feel better by then though... =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111876558020191349?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111876558020191349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111876558020191349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111876558020191349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111876558020191349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/sick.html' title='SICK!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111864303403387716</id><published>2005-06-13T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:17:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Work'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img168.echo.cx/img168/7457/bestfriendsteddiesirenesmybirt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Shahida and Mini Irene. Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Just for your info, Little Shahida was my present to Irene for her birthday and Mini Irene was her pressie to me. Lolz... Cute eh? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Irene finally managed to lock her blog but there's one small teeny weeny problem. She linked her blog to mine!!! In a sense that, if you key in the wrong password, you'll enter my blog instead of hers! Lol! Oh well, never mind. I'm cool with it. =D Anyhoos, think she's gonna change the link soon so yeah... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been 'working' for the past two days. Well, I wouldn't really call it work 'cause I had fun... And work is not supposed to be fun right? Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, helped Mr Chua's sister 'cause she just opened a childcare centre at Jurong Point. Had to like, give out flyers and all that during the weekends. Yuppz. Hwee Yon had to dress up as this gigantic but cute (and I really mean cute!) orange dinosaur to entertain the kids on the first day while it was Levon's job yesterday 'cause Hwee Yon couldn't make it... Yuppz. So Lan Li came down to take over his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had fun. I mean, I'm not gonna lie and claim that it's pure sweetness the whole time 'cause it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tiring but it was fun, especially when the kids were around and stuff. They're just so adorable!!! Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I forget, a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; thank you to Mr Chua for everything!!! =D Especially those drinks and the transportation fees. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ermm... I wanna apologise to Levon and Hwee Yon 'cause I was late on the first day (We promised to meet at 8.45 but I woke up only at 9 when Levon called me and reached the meeting place at 9.30) and they actually waited (I told them to go off first!!! I really did!!!) and yeah, we were late for an hour. Haha! Yeah... Really sorry guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay. My sister just called and she's not 'friending' me 'cause I don't want to accompany her get her Mickey Mouse cup. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I'm bored. Will be starting on homework later. This time, I really am doing it... I think. Haha... Oh, and Mastura if you're reading this, can you help me with the MT project??? 'Cause I really can't find the book!!! ='( Doesn't help that my partner is out of country. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie peeps... I'm off. Tataz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111864303403387716?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111864303403387716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111864303403387716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111864303403387716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111864303403387716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/work.html' title='&apos;Work&apos;'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111839002344029905</id><published>2005-06-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:56:26.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Before I start today's entry, a little shoutout to &lt;strong&gt;Irene!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you're doing all right. Seriously... Cheer up kiez... =) And hey, I miss you and Ahila loads too!!! =( Haiz... Oh well... Hope to see the two of you soon yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I decided to edit this entry and share with you guys this super weird dream I had. I dreamt about this schoolmate of mine and it's so weird 'cause I don't even know him. I mean, I know he exists and all that but I don't know him like, personally. Yuppz. And it was as if we were best friends or something in that dream 'cause he was joking around and I was laughing lots and yeah... And we talked about stuff and all that. It was just so weird 'cause like, we've never talked before. &lt;strong&gt;Ever.&lt;/strong&gt; Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before that dream, I dreamt that I met the 4 Studio Disney hosts and Nikki, Azura and I totally clicked. We literally talked about everything and I laughed a lot and like, we became best friends or something. It was like so cool and they were nice and all that. Haha!!! God knows why I had these dreams. Like, weird... Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey. I'd better get started on my Social Studies. Till then, take care everyone! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111839002344029905?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111839002344029905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111839002344029905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111839002344029905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111839002344029905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111804861460747893</id><published>2005-06-06T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:05:23.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Falcons Soar</title><content type='html'>David sent me &lt;em&gt;Where Falcons Soar &lt;/em&gt;the other day and I'm listening to it now. Am having a little flashback ... About SYF and all that 'cause &lt;em&gt;Where Falcons Soar &lt;/em&gt;was our choice piece. Miss the SYF days. Miss band. Haiz... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm rotting at home. Lolz! Caught &lt;em&gt;Cursed &lt;/em&gt;on Saturday with my mum and sis and it's like such a stupid show. I mean, it's good but it shouldn't be under the horror category 'cause it's about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;werewolves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for goodness sake!!! Lolz... Oh well, it wasn't so bad though. The movie I mean. Yuppz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I decided to rent some movies after that so we rented like 5 VCDs. Yuppz. We're kinda in the mood for movies these days. My mum's really into horror all of a sudden. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I bought Corrine May's album and an autobiography yesterday using the Popular voucher I received during band camp. Yuppz. Corrine May's songs are really nice. Went to Amirah's place yesterday too and we were like talking and all that. I really miss her. Yuppz... And Kamilah and Nisa... Like, I just miss my primary school friends. Yuppz. Anyway, Amirah, if you're reading this, &lt;strong&gt;HAVE A SAFE TRIP TO JAPAN ON WEDNESDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, and don't forget about the RI guy. *winks* =p Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. That's it for now. Nothing much to update on. Yuppz... Take care peepos! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111804861460747893?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111804861460747893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111804861460747893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111804861460747893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111804861460747893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-falcons-soar.html' title='Where Falcons Soar'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111804791145242544</id><published>2005-06-06T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:39:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Taggers</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not replying sooner!!! I thought I already did! Haha... Sorry. Anyway, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reen:&lt;/strong&gt; That's so sweet of you! I mean, trying to get me some stuff from Brisbane. Lolz! Well, think you must be having the time of your life over there right now! Lucky you! Haha! Have fun yeah? Really miss you so come back soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas:&lt;/strong&gt; I had fun all right!!! Haha! Anyway, American Pie movie? Why? Hmm... Oh well, never mind. Lolz! Love ya too hunz! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you mean you've forgotten about the photo? I don't care! By hook or by crook, you'll have to show me a picture of you with _____. Haha! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas:&lt;/strong&gt; See how long my entry about the camp is? Of course I had fun! Lolz! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoebe:&lt;/strong&gt; Yuppz... Definitely had fun at camp! Lolz! Thank for tagging hunz... Your rock on too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you girl!!! Miss you and lova ya lots too!!! We're so going out one day yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naq:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you!!! Haha! I'll really try to be a good Band Major. Yuppz. =) Thanks for always having faith in me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levon:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey!!! Haha! Thanks! Congrats on being Drum Major too!! Haha... Anyway, what I meant was that I was quite surprised 'cause I thought Kok Tong would be the next DM but it was you and Li May. Yuppz... That's all... Nothing serious yeah? Lolz! =D Anyway, I always believed you'll be a CM one day 'cause you're such a good trombone player! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111804791145242544?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111804791145242544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111804791145242544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111804791145242544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111804791145242544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/reply-to-taggers.html' title='Reply to Taggers'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111782426552729145</id><published>2005-06-04T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:40:24.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 3 Days of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; This is going to be one super long entry about band camp which lasted for 3 days and 2 nights so don't bother reading it if you're not interested. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Day: 31st June 2005 (Wednesday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Name: Arising&lt;br /&gt;Group Advisors: Qi Wei and Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Group Leader: Me&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Group Leader: Xue Hui&lt;br /&gt;Group Members: Angie, Dorian, Elena, Jia Jing, Jieqie, Khairul, Nalita and Yunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAND MEMBERS!!! WE ARE ALSO KNOWN AS BANDITS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Reached school when the attendance was being taken so it was kinda obvious that I was a little late. Man, I really need to do something about my punctuality. Anyway, stayed for the briefing before going for Bio class which wasn't really compulsory for me but Clara and I decided to just go anyway since Ms Ng might highlight some useful parts that may help us in our O Levels. Yuppz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined my group in drilling after class. Did a little bit of that with them before combining with the rest of the band. It was freaking hot man. I was perspiring like one mad pig. Anyway, had lunch which was followed with sectionals and combined rehearsal for the Speech Day (Concert) performance. That lasted all the way until about 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups then had to discuss on what they were going to perform on the following day and my group decided on a skit so we were basically planning on what the story should be about and all that. Yuppz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at 6.30 which was followed by games. All the group leaders (Clara, Li May, Levon and I) were told to hide in the music room with Joey while the other bandits were supposed to look for us using the clues they were given. I was literally clinging on to Clara and Levon the whole way to the music room 'cause it was really dark and the stories Miss Farah told my class that happened around the band room during the Scouts' camp were still in my head so yeah... The 5 of us waited in the room for ages but no one turned up. Then Lan Li came and said that some stuff got mixed up so the game was cancelled half-way. Yuppz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Night Hunt after that. Basically, each group was given an envelope with a piece of coloured paper attached to it (Arising got orange) and my group had to go around the whole school searching for 10 pieces of orange coloured papers using the clues that were given to us in the envelope. Some of the clues led us to really dark areas in the school and I was so scared. I was either clinging on to Xue Hui or Elena throughout the whole game. Haha! Yuppz... My group managed to find 7 which wasn't so bad really. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game of the day was captain ball. The only difference was that we used water balloons instead of balls and my group had to compete against Expert so trust me, looking at the type of members we had, it was a no wonder so many balloons burst! Haha! Even Royston was like, "Can you guys please be more gentle? We don't have much balloons left!" Lolz! My group won, 1-0. There was a point of time when Expert was about to score but I kinda hit the balloon and it burst. Felt so guilty after that 'cause I wasn't supposed to play rough and all that. It just felt as if I wasn't being fair. Yuppz. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bath and it was lights out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Day: 1st June (Wednesday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at around 6 even though we were supposed to get up at 6.30. Joey, Xue Hui and I decided to get up early so we wouldn't have to rush to the bathroom. Yuppz. Had physical training (PT) after that. We had to run around the basketball court a few times before going around the school. Guess what. My left shoe sole came off while I was running around the court so there I was standing like an idiot with a soleless shoe while everyone was running. Was super embarrassed man... Then Vivien and I decided to force the sole of the right shoe off too 'cause I would be limping otherwise. Yuppz. Was stuck with that stupid pair of shoes for the whole day since I didn't pack an extra pair of shoes along. I just brought my sandals but I can't possibly wear that for the March Past later and the drilling competition tomorrow could I? Lolz... It was real uncomfortable though. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did drilling with my group members before combining with the band as usual. That was followed by breakfast and A Math class. Felt so bad for leaving Xue Hui alone with the group &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, it's really hard to look after 8 other people all by yourself at times. Yuppz... So sorry girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After A Math, band practised a little for the march past. I was one of the Guard-of-Honours (GOH) so yeah... Then had sectionals for awhile before going for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img95.echo.cx/img95/4818/2nddaylunch1ch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My group and I during lunch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had combined rehearsal after that until about 4-5 plus before some last minute rehearsal for the march past. Just in case you guys are wondering what the march past was for, it was for Mr Chua 'cause he'll be leaving the school. Yuppz. No doubt he'll be greatly missed by the band. I mean, he was always there to motivate us at the darkest hours just like the other band teachers. They always had faith in us even when we thought we couldn't make it for SYF. I'll really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Took these pictures after the march past. Can you guys see me? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/6861/3rddaytheband2ne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/7443/3rddaytheband020qu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The whole band plus some seniors and teachers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/8549/3rddaysec1s2s20059lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sec 1 &amp; 2 band members (2005)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/9773/043jb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sec 1s &amp;amp; 2s with the committee members (Before the handover session).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and did some last minute changes to the skit before &lt;strong&gt;SHOWTIME!!!&lt;/strong&gt; We had to perform in the canteen on the Hubbers' Corner! The stage! Argh! Anyway, my group acted out this mystory skit and the audience would have to guess who the murderer was themselves. Yuppz. At the end of it all, they were like, "It's you!!! You killed them!" and I was like, "It's not me!" and Miss Siow was like, "Hmm... Can we have a replay?" Haha! Yuppz... Then Scott managed to figure out who the criminal was. He was like, "Is it Xue Hui?" and I was like, "Yeah," Then he was giving that DUH look. Haha! My group didn't do well for the skit though. We got 2nd-runner up and tied with another group which was equivalent to last position 'cause there were only 4 groups. Haha! Oh well, it was fun though. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here comes the &lt;b&gt;best part!&lt;/b&gt; Mrs Ow Yong announced that it was the handover session after the skit and everyone became so quiet and serious all of a sudden. I was kinda nervous 'cause I've always wanted to be a committee member. Yuppz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mrs Ow Yong would not anounce the new committee members first. She wanted to keep us in suspense I guess so she started off with the new sectional leaders first. When Monica and Zhi Sheng went up (The person(s) who was holding on to that rank would have to announce the name of the new person with that rank) to announce the new SL of the French Horn section, I thought it would be Amanda but it was &lt;b&gt;ME!!!&lt;/b&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img95.echo.cx/img95/4677/2ndnightzhishengmemonica0ml.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zhi Sheng (Ex-SL of the FH section), Me &amp; Monica (Ex-SL of the FH section)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the committee members and ranks after ranks were announced but I was never called up so I was like, "Damn!" All the way until they announced the 2nd highest rank (Drum Major) and I seriously thought it would be Kok Tong but surprisingly, it was Levon and Li May! Congrats man!!! Think Levon was kinda surprised. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought that was the end for me. I seriously thought I would never be a committee member of band since the only rank left was Band Major and I seriously thought that it was simply not possible for me to be chosen as the next Band Mojor but &lt;b&gt;I was!!!&lt;/b&gt; Man, I was super delighted all right! I've always dreamed of being a BM and here I am!!! I will be sharing the rank with Kok Tong. Yuppz. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img95.echo.cx/img95/9042/2ndnightkoktongmemonica6uv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kok Tong, Me &amp;amp; Monica (Ex-BM. Yuqi was one too but she wasn't there on that day. Yuppz.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still suffering from the shock now. Haha! Seriously. I'm really honoured but I know what comes with the rank. A higher responsibility. I have to make sure the band is disciplined and that the members are committed to band. A high rank, a higher responsibility, and I will try my very best to be a good band major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handover session was followed with a football game. Just that we would have to find a partner and tie our legs together (as in, right leg of one member and left leg of another) so it was harder for us to run and all that. However, the thing that was used to tie our legs kept on snapping so Royston finally gave up and went, "Forget it! Everyone just untie your legs and start playing!" Haha! My group was agains Li May's (Myterious Freak aka Freako) and yeah... It was fun really! Haha... I scored 1 goal for my team but we still lost. Lolz! The losing team had to clean the canteen up so yeah... I didn't mind much though 'cause it was just a game and hey, I had fun so who cares! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take a bath but realised the bathroom was crowded so did a little drilling with my group before going down to the canteen to join Joey, Xue Hui and Mr Chua. We were like talking and we discovered some really surprising stuff about him! Lolz! Oh, and I can't believe I borrowed $0.50 from him. I was in desperate need of water and really needed coins to get a packet of drink from the vending machine so yeah... He gave me $1 but returned him the extra $0.50. I feel so embarrassed!!! Now I owe him $0.50 and Mas $0.50. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had a movie marathon after the bath. Watched &lt;i&gt;Drumline&lt;/i&gt; 'till the end but fell asleep like barely after 10 mins of &lt;i&gt;Talk Cock&lt;/i&gt;. Haha! The AVA room was like so cold and I was still freezing even after putting my jacket on so I literally curled up under my sleeping bag. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Day: 2nd June (Thursday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rise and shine at around 6 plus and did PT. I couldn't stand my stupid pair of shoes any longer so changed into my sandals during breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Wei was telling the new majors about what we have to do and all that after breakfast. Yuppz... Then when everyone was gone, I went like, "Hey, you'll really have to score well for N Levels okay... 'Cause the band really needs you," and he was like nodding his head and went like, "Yeah. I'll try..." I mean it. The band really needs him. He's like one of the best players around and the fact that he's holding on to one of the highest ranks and has control over the band... Well, we just need him full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, did some last minute drilling before the drilling competition. My group got 2nd. Lost to Expert. Lolz. Oh well, they were really neat and all that. Yuppz... So, didn't really mind that much. Yuppz... Had sectionals followed by lunch and combined rehearsal until about 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to the classroom where I kept all my stuff to do some last minute packing. Walked into the classroom to find some of my friends raiding the cereal box I bought for my group's breakfast. Lolz! They were like so cute! Haha... Yuppz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Qi Wei asked us to assemble in front of the flag-pole for the prize presentation and I won the &lt;i&gt;Best Leader&lt;/i&gt; award!!! Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/7137/3rddaybestleaderarising7ua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arising and Terra didn't win anything so Royston placed a big bag of Marmee at the top, near the windows and the leaders of the 2 teams would have to run and grab it. Hwee Yon went 'cause Levon had to learn how to use the maze with Qi Wei. Anyway, Hwee Yon was like such a bloody fast runner. I was like, "Freak man!" and he tried to grab the bag of Marmee but I managed to catch it before he did probably 'cause I was taller than him. Haha! Yuppz... Everyone was like laughing away 'cause Hwee Yon was the one leading. Wahaha! I gave a few packets to my group members before giving the remaining ones to Terra's group. Yuppz... Just to be fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ow Yong told me that it seems as if I've been losing weight throughout the few months. She was kinda worried 'cause she thought I'm on some sort of diet or something. Haha! So I was like, "No no! Don't worry. I don't believe in diets! I seriously eat a lot!" Haha! Yuppz... So sweet of her though. Was really touched. Yuppz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures before leaving and we were off! Sob sob! Waited for the other band members with Royston. Mr Chua saw us and asked whether any of us needed a lift to CompassPoint 'cause he was about to enter a cab. Sweet huh? Really gonna miss him. Sob... Oh, the band members were chatting with him just now and I saw his baby's photo. Jonathan's like such a sweetheart! He's so cute!!! =D Lolz! He really is... Cute baby! Yuppz. I was going like, "HE'S SO CUTE!!!" for 5 seconds during the chat. Haha! Until Kok Tong went like, "Babies are like that," Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a really great and fantastic time during camp. Yuppz. Managed to get to know some people better. Had a talk with one of the band members one night and I found out that he's a really nice guy. I'm keeping him annonymous 'cause he told me some personal stuff and yeah, I just want to highlight this: Some girls just don't know how to appreciate what they have. I mean, he's pretty much over his ex-girlfriend but my point is, the girls he was with never knew how to appreciate him when he's seriously one of the most sincere and honest guys I've ever met! What a waste... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun basically talking to some people about the movie and laughing our heads off during some parts. Haha! I love band. Band just rocks my socks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture! The Hunks!!! Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img136.echo.cx/img136/4610/12su1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Top (L-R): Qi Wei, Kok Tong, Eugene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bottom (L-R): Yu Kai, David, Hwee Yon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. That about sums up band camp. Pure fun. I miss it already. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111782426552729145?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111782426552729145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111782426552729145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111782426552729145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111782426552729145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-3-days-of-my-life.html' title='Best 3 Days of My Life'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111746699891832970</id><published>2005-05-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T08:39:56.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND CAMP!!!</title><content type='html'>The pictures taken on the 29th of May (Sunday). Yuppz... I'm only posting two of them at the moment. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img164.echo.cx/img164/1984/pinkysweetme7az.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me. Like DUH! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img164.echo.cx/img164/7905/pinkyhersister2yl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best buddy. Haha... That's my sis and me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp tomorrow!!! Yippee!!! I'm laughing like hell now 'cause I'm chatting with Mr Chua, Levon, Vera, Baosuan and Yong Chuen and we're all talking about some stupid stuff in one conversation. Haha... Love 'em to bits! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back only on Thursday but keep tagging!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I shall reply to my dear taggers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mastura:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone's waiting for him huh? Gee... I wonder who... Haha! And Kate Bosworth is so pretty!!! Wahaha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baosuan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey!!! Thanks for tagging!!! You take care too aights? Gonna see ya in camp tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendy:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for tagging!!! Sure, will link you up soon. Link me too yeah? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big shoutout to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ashreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who'll be leaving for Brisbane soon! Well, take care aights? I'll be in camp on the day you're leaving so just wanna wish you an advanced 'Have A Safe Trip!!!' Miss ya girl!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shoutout to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who saved my life!!! Thank you so much for your help!!! I love you!!! Wahaha!!! Anyways, you still owe me a picture yeah? =p Hahakz!!! We so have to meet up during the hols!! Miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Irene and I are psychic. She can read my mind. Haha! I just typed this sentence down (For her testimonial): Don't forget to bring Mini Me to your camp! and she sent me a message saying, "Don't forget to bring Mini Irene to the camp okay?" Lolz... Freaky. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finally got &lt;strong&gt;FIRST!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was super delighted!!! Haha! Went to CompassPoint with Ahila and Irene after Math class just now. Met Xinyi there but she had to go off after lunch. Yuppz. So Irene, Ahila and I were like searching everywhere for the magazine. Then they remembered that the magazine can be found at the mini shop near Punggol MRT station so I was like, "Let's go back there!!!" Haha... Yuppz... And I dragged them along. Lolz! Bumped into Qudsia in the MRT and she was like, "You guys are like super-excited!" 'cause we were being so hyper and laughing away. Haha! Hanging out with them is so much fun! Haha... Yuppz... And as usual, we were up to our usual crazy selves. Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some stuff for breakfast just now too. For my group members... During the band camp. Yuppz... Can't wait! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you all in a few days time!!! Meanwhile, keep tagging! Miss ya!!! Muacks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111746699891832970?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111746699891832970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111746699891832970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111746699891832970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111746699891832970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/band-camp.html' title='BAND CAMP!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111730136778574608</id><published>2005-05-29T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T10:48:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster-In-Law</title><content type='html'>Yuppz. Caught &lt;em&gt;Monster-in-Law&lt;/em&gt; with my sis just now. Not bad... More of a comedy. Good show though. =D Oh yeah... Was searching for &lt;strong&gt;FIRST &lt;/strong&gt;like all over the place but couldn't find it anywhere!!! Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my aunt at the hospital before the movies. Glad she's okay. As in, she'll be going back tomorrow. Yuppz. She's been in there for close to a week and I've been feeling kinda bad 'cause I've not visited her yet so yeah, dropped by the hospital just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that somebody is seriously taking up a huge portion of my brain space. Not that I want him to... But I can't possibly control what comes to mind can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, snapped lots of pictures just now so I'll try to post 'em here if possible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, toodles! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111730136778574608?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111730136778574608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111730136778574608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111730136778574608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111730136778574608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/monster-in-law.html' title='Monster-In-Law'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111721071499321913</id><published>2005-05-28T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T09:23:52.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat</title><content type='html'>Logged online and was bombarded with instant messages from the band peeps. Haha... And Mr David Chua was chatting with us. He was like so sweet. Haha... Yuppz... Then he had to go off and make milk for baby Jon. I hope he'll bring his wife and baby Jon on the last day of band camp. He said he'll try to. Yuppz. His baby is so cute!!! Lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't fall asleep. Am like so wide awake. Haha... Think I'll be going out with my sister tomorrow. Yippie! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were talking just now before she fell asleep. Lolz... She was talking about her secondary school days. Knowing my sister, her life is full of her stupid actions. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'd better try to get some sleep... Tataz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111721071499321913?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111721071499321913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111721071499321913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111721071499321913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111721071499321913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/chat.html' title='Chat'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111718296882221761</id><published>2005-05-27T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:36:45.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>I skipped school!!! Haha! Not school actually... Was supposed to go to MacRitchie Reservoir for Cross-Country but I skipped it altogether. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, 4 more days before I leave for band camp!! Yippie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Think there's something wrong with my tagboard. =( Will try to figure out what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I'm off. Tataz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111718296882221761?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111718296882221761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111718296882221761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111718296882221761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111718296882221761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/blank_27.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111711309948271994</id><published>2005-05-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T08:32:36.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST... And Guys. *winks*</title><content type='html'>I've been searching high and low for &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; magazine for the month of May but can't seem to find it anywhere!!! Argh! Anyone wanna sell me yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate my results to the core. Hate it hate it hate it. Man... Felt so bad. Mdm Sunarti told me that she was expecting more from me. Told her that I'm not happy with my results either and that I was expecting more for Mother Tongue myself. Haiz... Mdm Sunarti did say that she knew the paper was tough but still, at the back of my mind, I do realise that the setter for O Levels Malay paper won't give a damn about whether the paper is tough or not. To them, so long as we can answer, we'll score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do well. I really wanna do well for my Os and get into a JC. I know I can do it if only I put in the effort. Will really stop slacking and start studying. I promise. *Scouts' honour* Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Some of my friends have been trying to figure out who I have a crush on 'cause they found out there's someone 'new'. Wahaha! Have been playing many rounds of &lt;em&gt;Truth or Dare &lt;/em&gt;with them since most teachers are putting their lessons on hold and yeah... They'll always go like, "Who's the guy?" and I'll be like, "Forget it! I won't tell you guys! Give me a dare. I'll take the dare instead," Haha! Fun... Yuppz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I wanna go out tomorrow. Yuppz... Promised Xue Hui to shop with her for some stuff but I may have to back out. Sorry girl... I'll make it up to you during the band camp kiez... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. Reply to taggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas-ty:&lt;/strong&gt; Naspoo!!! I miss ya too!!! =( Can't believe we didn't go out as planned when you came back in April! Argh! Anyways, sure thing! Will definitely make time for you and Reen! Can't wait! I'm such a movie fanatic! Haha! See ya. Take care aights? Mwah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mastura: &lt;/strong&gt;Hey... Get well soon aights? You looked pretty much okay in school just now... Hope you're feeling better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reen:&lt;/strong&gt; Yuppz! Can't wait to go out with you two crazy girls! Haha! =p Ermm, hosting as in, post it it Imageshack / Photobucket, etc and then using the link given to edit the template and not the link that you got together with the skin in &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;. Err... Kinda hard for me to explain. Lolz. Do you get what I'm trying to say though? =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna run so... Later! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111711309948271994?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111711309948271994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111711309948271994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111711309948271994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111711309948271994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-and-guys-winks.html' title='FIRST... And Guys. *winks*'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111702693229072150</id><published>2005-05-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:15:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused!!!</title><content type='html'>Watched Amityville Horror and House of Wax on Monday. Personally, I think Amityville's scarier... And the fact that the story was based on a true account is freaky. My sister and I were like hiding behind our jackets half the time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to blog about right now and anyway, I've got to run 'cause I realised &lt;em&gt;Zero to Hero &lt;/em&gt;started like 17 minutes ago. Haha! So... See ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFUSED!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Trust me, I really am. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111702693229072150?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111702693229072150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111702693229072150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111702693229072150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111702693229072150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/confused.html' title='Confused!!!'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723288.post-111674276740323576</id><published>2005-05-22T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:22:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went to the movies with Shabreen yesterday. Caught Kingdom of Heaven again 'cause &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She hasn't watched it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next time slot for &lt;em&gt;House of Wax &lt;/em&gt;was like too late and hours later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna see Orlando Bloom again!!! Wahaha! =p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally understood that show like 100%. Yuppz... My sister asked me to catch &lt;em&gt;House of Wax&lt;/em&gt; with her during the weekdays. Can't wait. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much to update on right now. Hmph... I'm bored outta my wits at the moment... I need to finish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Project (Hot Potatoes Programme) - Just add a few more questions to the quiz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edit the articles for the next issue of Punggol Waves (my school magazine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;but I'm kinda lazy right now. Will work on it later. There's like no one at home!!! Argh! I'm so bored. And hungry. Okiez. Off... Wanna raid the kitchen. Heex. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723288-111674276740323576?l=juzanotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111674276740323576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7723288&amp;postID=111674276740323576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111674276740323576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723288/posts/default/111674276740323576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juzanotherblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Shahida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KCc9oovkx80/SH3n2IS5y1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PfLktsE_1k4/S220/a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
