<?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-4168787690147897885</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:05:19.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the next chapter.</title><subtitle type='html'>to be continued in the next chapter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5529118611193205519</id><published>2008-09-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:19:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friend or foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATING SOON. BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5529118611193205519?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5529118611193205519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5529118611193205519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5529118611193205519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5529118611193205519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/friend-or-foe.html' title='friend or foe?'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-1087849344218400685</id><published>2008-09-15T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:07:04.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the shiny apple</title><content type='html'>WAH. So long like never update. Nowadays, I am so into Habbo. xD Last Saturday, my family and I went to Geylang Serai, to buy our Hari Raya clothes &lt;i&gt;(duhh! I wouldn't go there for other reasons, right?)&lt;/i&gt;. It was a long trip, since we took the bus. Damn uhh, our break-fast was delayed. D: We straightaway went to the bazaar. It was crowded, really crowded. And all the sellers used their megaphones to shout out their promotions. I can turn deaf, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my Hari Raya clothes! It was silverish grey, with some black patterns. Okay, it was nice. The bad thing was, I saw many other people trying on that same clothes. So, I quickly took the one of my size and run! I saw Syahirah there too! :) It's getting late and we are waiting for a taxi at the taxi stand. Since each taxi comes every about 50 minutes &lt;i&gt;(estimated)&lt;/i&gt;, my dad decided to book a taxi, the 7-seater one! It was &lt;u&gt;OUR&lt;/u&gt; first time, so you know what our reaction will be. The seats were damn comfortable, and there's a TV. He played for us cartoons, "Tom &amp;amp; Jerry"! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fasting month, the money I had saved, I hope I could buy these;&lt;br /&gt;Black cardigan! (confirm buying)&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster Tee-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster Keychain&lt;br /&gt;Red Ankle Socks&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Water Bottle&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Keychain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like quite a lot to buy, and it's a &lt;b&gt;DREAM ON&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;FAT HOPE&lt;/b&gt; kinda of thing. But, I will try though. :) Hmm, my Higher Malay is going from bad to worse. I guess, I am going to make a malay blog. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;ILY:).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-1087849344218400685?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1087849344218400685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=1087849344218400685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1087849344218400685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1087849344218400685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/shiny-apple.html' title='the shiny apple'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5284588066199462724</id><published>2008-09-12T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:15:12.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>privacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just hope that, there's no such thing as time. So that, the fight wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that, there's no such thing as love. It hurts when I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope, and hope, and hope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, except for ET and Maths. &lt;i&gt;(or maybe science?)&lt;/i&gt; Assembly, I didn't know who was making the announcement, and suddenly rain started pouring. It was cool, you know, it happened so fast! LOLS. English, we had the speech. Evonne was rapping! xD Evonne and Eunice was called, and me, in the middle, like ohmygawdd, that was close! ET, Miss Lynn never give discount laps to people who are fasting. I kept walking. Wakakas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED PART! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, when back to class and revised a little for Maths Algebra test. Then ,went out and look at the raindrops. The effect is cool, though. Haha. Science, did a worksheets on Chapter 12 and 13. I am so dumb in the Transmission of Heat. :o MT, lame? Zul started throwing temper. :S Maths, it was &lt;i&gt;superduperzuperdamn&lt;/i&gt; hard. I didn't do a two-mark question, you know la, I am a noob. Stupid me. When we were dismissed, I straightaway went to the staff room with Jasmine to see Mr Indra, but he wasn't there. -.- Even Syuhada, Irfan, Kasyfil and Afiq wasn't there. So, I was like, "He's not here. Let's go. Don't care la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel guilty of not going &lt;i&gt;terawih&lt;/i&gt; tonight. It's like the third time I couldn't go. And yeah, watched &lt;b&gt;"200 Pounds of Beauty"&lt;/b&gt;. It was really sweet, hilarious and sad story. Taught me that beauty isn't everything. :D Two thumbs up for that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maria Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, earthlings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5284588066199462724?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5284588066199462724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5284588066199462724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5284588066199462724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5284588066199462724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/privacy.html' title='privacy'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-9188965345883726188</id><published>2008-09-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:42:30.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hatred?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "I've got a funny... Coming out of my tummy!" -Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, full of crap. Maths, got back our test papers. The results are &lt;i&gt;superduperzuper&lt;/i&gt; unsatisfying. I can get better, but all because of time constraint. Yeah, can't blame the time, blame my stupidity. Art, we must do mind-map and draw our sketches like SA1, and I chose &lt;b&gt;mess&lt;/b&gt;! PE, wore uniform, felt so damn awkward. Wth lah, I so stupid wear class tee. :S Played handball, with the tallies and basketballers. &lt;u&gt;TIRING&lt;/u&gt;, and I am &lt;u&gt;THIRSTY&lt;/u&gt;. Recess, stayed in class and do art. &lt;i&gt;(I so guai, right?)&lt;/i&gt; CME, we discussed about our product. I love the idea! Saw our class photo, I looked weird(?). Haha. And almost the whole class changed their seating arrangments sia. Monday night, sister bought sushi. It taste.. disgusting, can? I felt like puking, as the taste was like stucked at my throat. So, it suits the quote, ehs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, full of screams. Literature, lucky my group is the last group loh! We are so unprepared. Doing the play next week. :) Recess, stay in class and revise history. &lt;i&gt;(See, I am guai! Hehes.)&lt;/i&gt; History, omg? I will DEFINITELY fail it. I am dumb in history. The questions, time constraint. I really want to cry. WAAA. Home Econs, oh shit, I still haven't finish the homework. Ah, locker 6, must remember! English, Mdm Sathiya didn't come, so Miss Wan replaced her and another teacher, I think her name is Mrs V? Did the outline for the essay about Home. My group must do expository. I prefer story! After school, went to do our CME project. Went Lot 1 and bought the materials needed. Then, went back to school to do our product. I simply just love it! It's damn nice! All my idea, hor? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;ETHANETHANETHANETHAN!&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-9188965345883726188?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9188965345883726188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=9188965345883726188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/9188965345883726188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/9188965345883726188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hatred.html' title='hatred?'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-3928999861223482660</id><published>2008-09-07T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:21:42.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/ETHANRUAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN RUAN! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no. Why tomorrow? This so crap. Last day of holiday, eh? Oh mann. Left with summary. Urgh. Okay, about 3o minutes more to break-fast. Be patient, Syaz. Be patient. So, I changed my blogskin. It's kinda of slow for the picture to load. Sorry for the squeezed tagboard. Hehes. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna love weekends, since I can watch &lt;u&gt;'Green Forest, My Home'&lt;/u&gt;. Oh, Owen or Ethan Ruan is damn cute, handsome and.. macho? Muahahas. :) Sorry, Lan Yu. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;what should i say?&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-3928999861223482660?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3928999861223482660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=3928999861223482660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3928999861223482660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3928999861223482660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-tomorrow.html' title='it&apos;s tomorrow'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2133067149136486874</id><published>2008-09-06T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:56:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead brain</title><content type='html'>Ohmygod, I just realised I haven't do tons and tons of homework! I am dead, officially dead on September 6th 2008, 2.43pm. I want to cry! This so stupid, I didn't even see the homework that I didn't do written on the whiteboard last time. Or, I didn't pay attention. I realised, I didn't have some of the worksheets! Damn, damn, damn. During my primary school days, I am not like this. You know, I am the sort of &lt;i&gt;guai&lt;/i&gt; student. Am I really changing? WAAAA. I really want to scream and cry. Someone, HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, anyone know how to remove that rectangular bar above? It really hurts my eyes. Thanks. Urgh, Mum's nagging again about my homework. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2133067149136486874?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2133067149136486874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2133067149136486874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2133067149136486874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2133067149136486874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-brain.html' title='dead brain'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-204291503806656342</id><published>2008-09-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:27:33.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday is the day after tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt; Today's friday? Aww, holiday's almost over. Time passes by so damn quickly. Alright, so today had floorball training, yes, even during the fasting month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My floorball skills are going from bad, to &lt;b&gt;WORSE&lt;/b&gt;. I hate it, I hate it, and I hate it! I am like a blur sotong in the court, and my passing, shooting and whatever skills are ________. I NEED TO IMPROVEEEEE, and that's a fact, not an opinion. C Division being the runner-up or champion, and with me playing for the team, can we really make it? WAAAAAAAAAAA. It was really tiring, especially training without water. My lips is so freaking dryy. I thought I was dead, but unluckily, I am still inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide. After the long training and matches, we cleared the boards, and, AND we had to rearrange the tables and chairs for the examination. That time, when we finished arranging the tables and chairs and had done the cooling-down stretching, it was almost 6.45pm and I knew, I AM GOING TO REACH HOME LATE! Reach home late, that means, late break-fast! Oh man. Reached home at about 7.30pm. Early right? And ya, Jennifer didn't come. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, buying lollipops tomorrow! Dad and Mum are going to Geylang tomorrow night. LOLS? :D Before I forget, my handphone's prepaid card only left $0.02, and it is &lt;b&gt;impossible&lt;/b&gt; to SMS or call anyone. So, hope you understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;wake me up, when september ends.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-204291503806656342?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/204291503806656342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=204291503806656342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/204291503806656342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/204291503806656342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-is-day-after-tomorrow.html' title='sunday is the day after tomorrow'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-3784915071882984749</id><published>2008-09-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:04:19.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Fourth&lt;/s&gt; day of fasting. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought otah-otah, and all of them &lt;i&gt;(except for two of them)&lt;/i&gt; are all &lt;b&gt;burnt&lt;/b&gt;. Shitzxzxzx, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, today mum cooked, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPAGHETTI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still craving for lollipops. Waaaaaaaaa. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;wake me up, when september ends.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-3784915071882984749?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3784915071882984749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=3784915071882984749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3784915071882984749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3784915071882984749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-me-up.html' title='wake me up'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-8292460980941594771</id><published>2008-09-02T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:40:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pimples?</title><content type='html'>Second day of fasting. So far, I can adapt to it. :D Probably going to the mosque after break-fast today. You know, I can't really type bad words or scold people in the fasting month. So yeah, you are reading the "nice" side of me. :)) Ohhmygawdd, pimples started appearing. Mum said it's because of I have been dreaming of marrying. Wow? Did I even think about marriage? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to break-fast at uncle's house. Mum didn't come as my sister was having a high fever. 7.09pm, let's &lt;i&gt;makan&lt;/i&gt;! I look at the variety of food. Take that, take that, take that, and gobble them down. My sister said that I was greedy, when herself ate more than me. After eating, we watched horror movies, as usual. Instead of feeling scared when we watched the movie, we made fun of the ghost. LOLS? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, today's post is boring, ehs? Agreed. Hmm, hope I could finish my homework by today. I am craving &lt;b&gt;lollipops&lt;/b&gt;! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Songs to Save The World! :D&lt;br /&gt;goodbyeeeeee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-8292460980941594771?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8292460980941594771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=8292460980941594771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8292460980941594771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8292460980941594771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/pimples.html' title='pimples?'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5689689523422494261</id><published>2008-08-30T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:05:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big big big big big bird?</title><content type='html'>Whoaaa, aku bored nak mampos! Wait.. why am I typing in Malay? Alright, craps. I will translate it. Whoaaa, I am bored to death! Guess what? I watched 'A Walk To Remember' the movie! That is like on.. 2002? The book, 1999? Ahah, and I just read the book like on 2008. The movie is so &lt;i&gt;freaking-damn-ohhmygawdd-whattheduck-really-very-the-very-the-very&lt;/i&gt; different from the book. Mygawdd, that was shitty lame ehs? Sorry about that. I left my brain in the bathroom. Seems that I flushed it in the toilet bowl. &lt;b&gt;Someone, save me from being a crazy and lame freak!&lt;/b&gt; Well, I know why I was lame. Just want to make my post LONNGG. Stupid right? Okay, focus! The movie, I prefer the book. &lt;u&gt;Seriously!&lt;/u&gt; The book, you can really understand the main character's feelings. So yeah, still the movie is as romantic as the book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so yesterday..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="723" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/conquertoilet.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We conquered the school toilet. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That photo was taken by my beloved triplet, Syahirah. Took it in primary school's toilet. I miss that toilet damn much! It was pink, with some lame decorations. And the bench was gone! That photo from the left, Aryanty, The Dumb Banana, Liyena and Syahirah. I know, I look stupid with my posture. I am weird. :D I miss and love them damn much! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;once a banana, always a banana. (don't think wrongly)&lt;br /&gt;hell-bye!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5689689523422494261?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5689689523422494261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5689689523422494261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5689689523422494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5689689523422494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-big-big-big-big-bird.html' title='the big big big big big bird?'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2723147266015530500</id><published>2008-08-29T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:38:51.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot pink</title><content type='html'>We had our class jerseys! It was damn nice, although there is a spelling mistake and Leon kept complaining about the colour. But, I still &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; it! :D Yesterday, had a slight fever, and it gave me a bad headache. Oh ya, I finished reading A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks, it was really a touching and romantic story. I laughed and cried when reading this book, two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, forced myself to go to school, because I want my class jersey! At Quadrangle, worked out the ACES day routine. Very cool! The concert was the best Teachers' Day concert I ever seen. I love the beat-boxing, the Emcees are funny, bringing the mops. LOLS. Then, it's party time! We had food fight. Wakakas. Collected M&amp;amp;Ms. Hehes. So, after that accompanied Cheryl, Madeline and Mei Xuen to give their teachers presents. Then took LRT to go back to primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I miss Liyena, Syahirah and Aryanty damn lots! I miss Miss Goh too! Cikgu Nurul talks about Mr Roslie again. LOLS. Miss Goh had a lot of visitors. Ate lunch at Naked Fish Express with Syahirah and Liyena, and we talked about the mysterious noise we heard there. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today's my birthday? I didn't feel anything special about today, just like a normal day, don't know why. There are some good and bad things about birthday, you know. Good things: I am a teenager, and I am growing &lt;i&gt;(in terms of height?)&lt;/i&gt;. Bad thing: You need to wait for another 365 days to celebrate your 14th birthday. So.. it is a good or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;can i scream, please?&lt;br /&gt;byee. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2723147266015530500?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2723147266015530500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2723147266015530500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2723147266015530500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2723147266015530500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/hot-pink.html' title='hot pink'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-6066852444539681890</id><published>2008-08-26T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:46:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, aha aha! I am super duper zuper hyper! wakakas! Had our mini inter-team tournament, under the rain! :D It's very fun, although we stopped halfway. I-Scream had really improved a lot! Weeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 2 matches, draw in 2 matches and lost in 2 matches. Nice number, right? So, we gathered up a total of, 8 points! Great job, team! And ya, today something really &lt;b&gt;cool&lt;/b&gt; happened to my baby stick. There are no more holes! I don't know where the hell the cover came from, but yeah, &lt;u&gt;no more holes!&lt;/u&gt; Oh man, I just love the raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullied my sister to give the Choco Mini. She asked to help her solve the Rubik's Cube, and she will give it to me. Without thinking, I agreed. Turn here, turn there. Dang! I can't solve it! Must have been because I didn't even touch it for a long time. LOLSS. I am craving for apple pie, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;look, a pretty butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;screaming goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-6066852444539681890?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6066852444539681890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=6066852444539681890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6066852444539681890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6066852444539681890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/miracles.html' title='miracles'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-8586925555481278869</id><published>2008-08-25T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:42:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crabsss</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really hoped that tomorrow we will have the tournament. I hoped it doesn't rain. And, Zul, we will crash your team! Coordinates, or our new name, I Scream, we can do it! :D Alright, went back home early! woots, :]! 187 is full always, like expected. So what happened today? Hmms, maths. We learnt further on statistics. The stem-and-leaf diagram is kinda of &lt;i&gt;cheem&lt;/i&gt;. ART. What do you expect? Lame jokes? Haha, exactly. I thought he will return our art pieces, but instead talked about girl and boy's sitting proper way. LOLSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Rocks like hell, can? We practiced the ACES day routine. I love the Teapot. :) CME, Mr Wong is in a bad mood. Actually, wanted to complain about what Victor had done, but let him be uhs. I thought Mr Wong would notice the ink splash at the light, but unfortunately he didn't. Haizz.. I need to remind myself to bring cookery set and container! gahhhsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;words can kill.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you, my special friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-8586925555481278869?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8586925555481278869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=8586925555481278869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8586925555481278869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8586925555481278869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/crabsss.html' title='crabsss'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-1318476987376454281</id><published>2008-08-24T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:08:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shitzxzxzx</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EVONNE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to wish Gowtham. wakakas. I am evil, and that's Syazana. :) My leg is still painful. shitzxzxzx lor. I just realised that on Friday, I didn't do butterfly. &lt;i&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;/i&gt; Argh, pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't buy Evonne a present, I haven't even buy Mei Xuen and Aryanty's presents! My wallet is just full of 5-cent coins. I kept spending all my money on food. Oh ya, Papaya's present and class tee! ohhmygawdd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-1318476987376454281?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1318476987376454281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=1318476987376454281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1318476987376454281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1318476987376454281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/shitzxzxzx.html' title='shitzxzxzx'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-436309986904316230</id><published>2008-08-23T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:07:25.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame shit</title><content type='html'>6 more days, Syazana. 6 more days to the big day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhmygawd. I am having cramps! It must have been because I didn't cool down properly yesterday. Yes, I struggle to sit down. Urgh. Sorry, my blog is like.. &lt;i&gt;dead?&lt;/i&gt; I am busy nowadays, and not be able to update. So sad hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, floorball was super tiring. Since it rained quite heavily, we had to do &lt;u&gt;physical&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;i&gt;It sucks, okay.&lt;/i&gt; I hate dribbling, plus the endurance &lt;i&gt;(or whatever the word is spelled)&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, it was painful. Sprint here, sprint there. I thought I was dead. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went for the workshop. It was fun, but very lazy to finish the short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can put the blame on me.&lt;br /&gt;byeee. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-436309986904316230?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/436309986904316230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=436309986904316230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/436309986904316230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/436309986904316230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/lame-shit.html' title='lame shit'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-4903363096677955331</id><published>2008-08-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:08:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter of apology</title><content type='html'>Yes, teardrops on my homework, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. I cried, cried because I don't want this to end. None of us wants this to end. Trust me. I am sorry, this is all my fault. Maybe, I shouldn't get so close to Cheryl in the first place. Or maybe, I shouldn't even go to Swiss Cottage. Or, I shouldn't even be born into this world. I am just, a problem-maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end your close relationship with Cheryl. Again, I'm sorry. Maybe, you think I'm snatching Cheryl away from you. If you think like that, I am truly sorry. Yes, you have a choice to pick your friends, but sometimes, you seems to be so quiet when you are with us. I miss the crazy and hyper you. I can accept the fact that I am born to be a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy. Okay, maybe I shouldn't call you &lt;i&gt;Mummy&lt;/i&gt;, since I heard that you are out from our family. You are very cheerful and happy always, but suddenly, you are ignoring us, or maybe, me alone. Did I do anything wrong? If yes, tell me. I don't want our relationship to end, just in a blink of an eye. I am truly sorry. Sorry, if I had hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is really because of me, I would leave you guys. Let your friendship run happily. Let me be alone, like last time. I am ready. Lastly, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;no matter what, both of you are still my friends.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-4903363096677955331?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4903363096677955331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=4903363096677955331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4903363096677955331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4903363096677955331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-of-apology.html' title='a letter of apology'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7241704729617690969</id><published>2008-08-13T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:29:09.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calefare</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="433" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/lady.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am standing here,&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for no one,&lt;br /&gt;Looking around,&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost child.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at others,&lt;br /&gt;I am such an extra.&lt;br /&gt;You may not feel,&lt;br /&gt;how it feels to be me.&lt;br /&gt;All you can say is,&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, you so hyper!"&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is,&lt;br /&gt;that's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;I guess,&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am standing here,&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;In your eyes, I am just that stupid, dumb freak, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7241704729617690969?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7241704729617690969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7241704729617690969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7241704729617690969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7241704729617690969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/calefare.html' title='calefare'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2335014677071897518</id><published>2008-08-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:53:59.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore, my homeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 43th BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9 August 2008. Oh my god, time passes by so quickly. I thought today was 2 August! So, didn't go out as I wanted to finish my homework &lt;i&gt;(although I did only about 2 questions)&lt;/i&gt;. Watched NDP 2008 at my home sweet home, it's better than watching there, at the Floating Stage. Raining, plus the crowd when going home. Urgh, can't stand that. The parade was superb, I love it. I prefer the original version to the finale version of Shine For Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, 10 and 11 August is two days free from teachers. Can sleep for the whole two days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i hate you, and your shit attitude.&lt;br /&gt;goodbyee. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2335014677071897518?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2335014677071897518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2335014677071897518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2335014677071897518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2335014677071897518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-my-homeland.html' title='singapore, my homeland'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5112647876929973334</id><published>2008-08-08T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:32:39.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>class tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ARYANTY, MEI XUEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Rui En!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 3 birthdays in one day. Look in my pocket. Empty. I owe Aryanty and Mei Xuen presents. Should I buy a present for Rui En? I guess, no? :S Today, everyone was in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;, except for some. The marching was superb. The cheering was lame, I would say. The sing along was fun, I sang until I was left with no voice. Went out with Lan Yu and Cheryl to check our class tees. It's stressful cause there are problems with the price and colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee. Can't miss Beijing Olympics! 08.08.08, 8.08pm. What a "lucky" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;shine for singapore&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5112647876929973334?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5112647876929973334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5112647876929973334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5112647876929973334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5112647876929973334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/class-tee.html' title='class tee'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-6002608407217239772</id><published>2008-08-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:15:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>People may see me as a lonely girl, yeah, I actually do agree. It's kinda of sad though, but I am starting to adapt to it, it seems to be fine. And lonely, is like I do not have a partner, or I am so called a 'calefare', but I am still happy to have such caring friends around me. They totally cheer up my day, my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nerd. That's me. Hmm, so, nerd.. Let's see the criteria of a nerd. This is the criteria of a nerd that I &lt;b&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/b&gt;, not a real one. So, don't take to your heart. It's for entertainment purposes? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a long skirt to school. [YES]&lt;br /&gt;I wear geeky specs. [YES]&lt;br /&gt;I am stupid. [YES]&lt;br /&gt;I try to be cool, but I am still a nerd. [YES]&lt;br /&gt;I am weird. [DUH! YES]&lt;br /&gt;I got weird fringe. [YES!]&lt;br /&gt;I am blur sotong. [YES]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes. Okay, I am a nerd! YAY. :D Today, I don't know what's got into Papaya or Syuhada. She suddenly become hyper. And I mean, SUPER SUPER SUPER hyper. Even the librarian said that we, became so talkative. LOLS. About the skin, I think I am sticking to this skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bye Mr Joker!&lt;br /&gt;buhbyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-6002608407217239772?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6002608407217239772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=6002608407217239772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6002608407217239772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6002608407217239772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2008699048531493063</id><published>2008-08-02T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:04:09.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1=2</title><content type='html'>Went to Chua Chu Kang Community Centre to finish up our Maths project. Lols, it was &lt;b&gt;SUPER&lt;/b&gt; hot. I was perspiring, like I had finished cross-country. Went to McDonalds for lunch. And, I bought HAPPY MEAL! Alright, I'm childish and lame. Got the 'Huanhuan' toy, but I still want the 'Jingjing' badly. We walked around the CC, to find a right cosy spot, as the McDonalds was full of students and people, plus it's kinda of dirty. Sat at one table, and waited for Lan Yu. And, tick-tock tick-tock, we ALMOST finish. Bored, we played 'scissors, paper, stone' and sprinted as I want to see if I got the stamina to join next year's Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, back to home sweet home. Still go Maths homework and the Paper Batik Art thingy, but no mood to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i guess, there's only a way to move on.&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2008699048531493063?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2008699048531493063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2008699048531493063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2008699048531493063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2008699048531493063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/112.html' title='1+1=2'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-1290177014517624325</id><published>2008-07-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:19:30.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blast</title><content type='html'>Today, all of you will be my witness, that I promise not to criticise people again. Yeah, it's rather bad uh. So, if you ever read critics in my beloved blog, please tell me, I will slap myself. &lt;i&gt;*This is only for my blog, not in real life.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, yesterday got back my Science test. Yes, I failed. But then, I do not know why. I suddenly burst into tears, I just can't control it. I tried to stop, but I can't. Yeah, Lan Yu cooled me down, then I suddenly burst into laughter. Maybe she will think that I am crazy. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;my pig swallowed my homework.&lt;br /&gt;good-bye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-1290177014517624325?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1290177014517624325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=1290177014517624325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1290177014517624325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1290177014517624325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/blast.html' title='blast'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2662462832061380387</id><published>2008-07-28T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:48:52.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>effort</title><content type='html'>Alright, so, the play, how? Our effort to produce the script for the play was like for nothing. Oh, it's not &lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt; effort, but the others effort. I guess I slack and play around a lot during discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee, at last, designed that ugly shit class jersey. See yourself yeah, but seriously, you will agree with me. Wilson said it was too plain. Okay, so that's the only comment so far? So, give me comments about the tee, yeah? Hmm, the fact is, I will never be a good designer. :D Maths, argh, did super badly sia. And I was so lazyyyy to do the corrections for the construction questions. Who cares? :S Yes, Syazana is such a bad girl! Art did graffiti. Mr Zaini gave me a Chinese name! He wrote it for me, and I was like, wth he was writing. Okay, blahblah, shade here, shade there, &lt;i&gt;chiong&lt;/i&gt; for PE! Okay, so I am in White House. Green House tee was still in laundry. Lols, so no choice ahs. Unexpectedly; Coincidencely, or whatever it is, Jennifer was in White House too. OMG, this cannot be happening! So was taught on how to play tennis. Seriously, I prefer badminton. :D CME watched, ... err, videos. It's kinda of lame, plus funny. Assembly was crap. I was like going to sleep but I can feel like the prefects behind me were watching me, so, acted that I was hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMT, Mdm Marlina did not come, so went to Mr Manaf's class. I don't have the mood to go floorball tomorrow sia. Now, need &lt;i&gt;chiong&lt;/i&gt; finish up Literature's script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's too late to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2662462832061380387?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2662462832061380387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2662462832061380387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2662462832061380387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2662462832061380387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/effort.html' title='effort'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-8598000813020657613</id><published>2008-07-27T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:31:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>project discussion</title><content type='html'>Firstly, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, and she kept saying, "I'm a teenager." Urh, 29 August. Just wait. Breathe in and out. So, 29 August. You know what I want, right! :D Yesterday and today was superb! Did our art project, yeah better than slacking at home! So, let's flashback to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lan Yu, Mei Xuen and Cheryl at Cotton On. Sadly, the time I arrive, Lan Yu is going home. So, yeah waited for Madeline and went for window shopping! We wanted to buy Cheryl a present, but everything seems does not suit her. 3.30pm, go McDonalds and have a seat. Since it was like, full-house, we decided to go somewhere else instead, LJS! We sat at the table for like 5 hours. Colour here, colour there. Finished at 8 something and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am super late sia. Go Popular and buy a set of cards for our script. Then, went to Jurong Regional Library to continue colouring our banner and discuss about the act. It's fun, plus funny. We laughed badly, don't know why. :D I have a great time. Thanks guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-8598000813020657613?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8598000813020657613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=8598000813020657613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8598000813020657613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8598000813020657613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/project-discussion.html' title='project discussion'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-96976985255843568</id><published>2008-07-25T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:39:25.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>Omg, it's one week since I updated. Homework, homework, homework. Busy, busy, busy. Urgh, isn't good without school? Let us be stupid, and free from studies PLUS homework. :D Okay, for some people, my idea is stupid. :S So, let's rewind to Monday, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, it started with Maths. &lt;i&gt;Wait&lt;/i&gt;, Monday is so damn boring. Can skip? Okay, let's just skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday? Literature is the first two periods. Watched Shrek, it's better than hearing what she is teaching. Next is, recess. Eh, what did I do during recess? o.o Skip History, and it's Home Econs. Had our first cooking lesson. Cooked Minestrone Soup, &lt;i&gt;or whatever it is spelled or pronounced&lt;/i&gt;. It's kinda of cool, but a little &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt;. I partnered Mei Xuen and both of us are such &lt;i&gt;blur sotongs&lt;/i&gt;. Feng Xiang and Khang Tai helped us in the area we are BLUR. Add pasta, the kidney beans, don't forget the spices! And, ta-daa, it was done. Stupidly, I left my head gear in class and forgot to bring my tupperware. So, Miss Lydya gave us plastic bags. Now, you can see how stupid am I. It turned to be nice! :) CCA, felt like crying sia. I helped Cahaya and Rebecca to refill their bottles, and placed them on a bench. And the bench was suddenly, &lt;i&gt;*poof*&lt;/i&gt;, GONE! And, me, feeling REALLY guilty, go around the school to find it. At last, it was actually at AES area. Luckily, I found it. Thanks to Wati for helping to take it. The thing that makes me more like wanting to cry, is the friendly match. &lt;b&gt;FRIENDLY?&lt;/b&gt; They call it a friendly match? AES played so, violent lah. It's AES Sec Two VS SCSS Sec One match. I am so super duper zuper short, and they are like big-sized? So, the AES supporters keep saying in Malay, "(The girl's name), just push her! Just be rough!" Haiz, we lost in the end with the score 3-1, thanks to Serene's goal or else it will be a big fat egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Wednesday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (the author has skipped this section as it is so boring to be read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT, all the way slack. It's the day when some prefects were selected. 1E5 has no prefects, a class that will be free from pulling up socks and craps. Music, ah, Percussion. Don't know why, it's just boring I will say. &lt;s&gt;English.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Science.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;History.&lt;/s&gt; Paper Batik Art is next. We are doing Indonesian Batik. Need to trace up a picture and insert designs into the areas that are blank. Overall, &lt;i&gt;*yawns*&lt;/i&gt;. Mr Indra dismissed us late. 4.38pm. I quickly rushed down to 1E1 for English remedial. Okay luh, but I guess it will be a sleepy lesson soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, was &lt;i&gt;woah!&lt;/i&gt;, I can't even open my eyes! ET was great. Chiong, chiong, chiong! :D Then, it's recess. I should eat the Hor Fun. Science test was &lt;i&gt;blahblehblihblohbluh&lt;/i&gt;. It was super damn HARD. HARD, HARD. Erm, I should say difficult. Skipped some questions. Slack again during MT. Maths, I was just waiting for the clock to show the thim of 12.40pm. Ms Ng gave our Maths test on Monday? OMG, that's like 3 days. Haiz. Skip CCA can? It's like only running, training and match. :D Tired seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alamak, I lazy ah to reply tags. :S To Evonne, yeah, Ogos is the correct spelling! Clever! To others, I update liao. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;stop your drama.&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-96976985255843568?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/96976985255843568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=96976985255843568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/96976985255843568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/96976985255843568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5937637147751301015</id><published>2008-07-18T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:43:36.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swiss olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;GREEN HOUSE, GO GO GO! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the Sports Day was &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;! Except for the weather. The sun was shining directly at us. Oh my, I lost my voice after shouting as I cheered for my house members. Yeah, to be honestly, Green House did badly in Swiss Olympics today. Luckily, we won the House Games or else, we are in the last position, after adding the Cross Country and House Games points. The MCs, I don't know who they are but the are Sec 4s, keep saying that Green and Yellow House are dead since we aren't cheering. HELLO, Yellow House has been cheering all the way. &lt;b&gt;ALL THE WAY!&lt;/b&gt; Yet, they still say that they are dead? They are at the other side of the stadium, that's why they can hear only nearby houses. Haiz, at least make a trip to see us or something? I heard Leon's name mentioned a lot of times by the MC. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forgot about the starting of the day. Woke up at 5.20am. Damn sleepy. Took the lrt, and at Bukit Panjang station, I saw Ting Peng. Talk craps with him. Err, actually, he's the one talking to me, and I "act-act" hear him. Ahas. I alighted at Keat Hong to wait for Mei Xuen. At CCK mrt, waited for Lan Yu. LOLS, her house is the nearest to the MRT station, yet she is still late. She woke up at 6.10am? I woke up 5o mins earlier. Wow, see the difference? At about 6.40am, the train reached Bukit Batok station, we asked Cheryl to chiong in as it is quite full. Skip, skip, skip, we reached Dover! Went 7-Eleven and bought Impacts, Peach Mint! Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan Yu did great during relay, Madeline too. I think its funny when it comes to the part when Lan Yu overtakes Madeline. During her second race, the MC said, "Wah, the Brown House member ah, so.." Lols, she is very cute when running. :D So, you want to know the overall results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;1st: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; House&lt;br /&gt;2nd: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; House&lt;br /&gt;3rd: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; House&lt;br /&gt;4th: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; House&lt;br /&gt;5th: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay Green House, jyjy for next year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;wah, new record!&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5937637147751301015?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5937637147751301015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5937637147751301015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5937637147751301015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5937637147751301015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/swiss-olympics.html' title='swiss olympics'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-3371070988853302417</id><published>2008-07-17T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:01:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr &amp; mrs underwear</title><content type='html'>It's time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/span&gt; to save the city! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;villian&lt;/span&gt;, the multiple-eyed giant, is crashing into the skyscrapers, stepping on vehicles and lampposts like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/span&gt; flew from her headquarters and in a flash, she arrived at the scene. &lt;b&gt;KABOOM, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GEDEBOK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ZAPP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; All of her powers was used, but the giant was still standing straight, not even a scratch on his oily skin. The only power left is, &lt;u&gt;PURPLE UNDERWEAR FLASH&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;i&gt;*flashes*&lt;/i&gt; And, the giant fell down to the ground, and there are stars around his head &lt;i&gt;(?)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I can make a movie! A blockbuster! Anyone wants to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; to be the actor or actress in my movie? Sorry, only Hollywood superstars are allowed! :P School was &lt;b&gt;super boring&lt;/b&gt;, and I didn't even hear a single word from the teachers, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;. I was busy doing my underwear supplies, ingredients: PAPER, MARKER and your hands! Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; and I gave Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Xuen&lt;/span&gt;, Cheryl and Wilson the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;underwears&lt;/span&gt;. And it seems that they loved it! :D About that story above, it's where I got the idea of making an underwear "company". It was at first, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt; Eng messed up my bag and took out my construction papers. And then, I suddenly realised it's an underwear! I mean, the purple colour paper has a shape of an underwear! So, that's how my "company" was found. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;underwears&lt;/span&gt; or whatever, just contact Blue Banana Company. :D &lt;i&gt;Ahas, sorry for the craps. This wasn't real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;underwears&lt;/span&gt;, it's just paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;underwears&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; and my design of birthday and encouragement cards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's a dream.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-3371070988853302417?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3371070988853302417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=3371070988853302417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3371070988853302417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3371070988853302417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/mr-mrs-underwear.html' title='mr &amp; mrs underwear'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2728452152414030188</id><published>2008-07-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:47:54.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please, i beg</title><content type='html'>Three words to describe July the 16th. &lt;b&gt;Boring, boring and boring.&lt;/b&gt; Maths, the Maths test was hard. I wasted my 1 mark, because I stupidly wrote 'exterior angle' instead of 'reflex angle'. Aww, I am stupid. ET was fun. Mr Gan gave us ice-cream, I mean, 'I SCREAM'. Recess, urgh, just had a cup of Lemon Tea. English, we are told to do the continuous prose. Luckily, it's only one period, or else, you will be visiting my funeral by now. Next is the journey to the civilisations of the past. Okay, I am crapping. It's History, learnt about Southeast Asia Civilisation. &lt;i&gt;(yawns)&lt;/i&gt; SCIENCE, Miss Fina's lesson is boring. What's wrong with two people going to the toilet at one time? Yes, there is some scary thing in the toilet! Don't you know that? Aww, too bad. MT, walk here, walk there, walked everywhere! LOLS. I want Batgirl's chocolate. I regretted not eating it. Kidding. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I want to give nicknames to my &lt;b&gt;HAWTHAWT&lt;/b&gt; friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SESAMEfamily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan Yu; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Cookie with the letter of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madeline; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ernie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mei Xuen; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ariel; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Syazana; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cookie Monster! :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eh, shut up for once. don't think you look cute. people see your face, they will puke blood plus their intestines, okay. stop bullying people, if you want me to be your friend again. and stop molesting or whatever. if you think it's fun bullying people, let me bully you, i will let you suffer in my hands. friends are being nice to each other, and not telling others secrets or spreading rumours. you aren't nice, you tell our secret and spread rumours about my honey. so, ask yourself, are you a friend, a good friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;lalalala, banana monster's world.&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2728452152414030188?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2728452152414030188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2728452152414030188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2728452152414030188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2728452152414030188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-i-beg.html' title='please, i beg'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-8899058375828411292</id><published>2008-07-14T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:06:40.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more rice</title><content type='html'>Oh my, it's Monday. First thing in my mind, &lt;b&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;! Aaah, another day of craps. Okay, so I walked briskly to the bus stop also no use, I still missed the bus. The day started with Maths. We go through the questions we aren't sure about. Yeah, yawned a little. I almost changed into my PE attire when I realised that next is Art. Mr Fadhly grouped us according to index numbers and had to choose a Creative Director, Marketing Executive and the Designers. Well, we named our so called "company" &lt;i&gt;More Rice&lt;/i&gt;, tag line &lt;i&gt;"Gimme More Rice"&lt;/i&gt;. I think it's kinda cool, crossing my fingers that our design will turn out good! :D Next is PE, ball &lt;u&gt;AGAIN&lt;/u&gt;. Luckily, rain started pouring. Yes, luckily. I am so short, and I hate dribbling. Recess, I shouldn't buy Mee Siam, need to start saving money! D: CME, Ms Norli replaced Mr Wong. The &lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt; Ting Peng go sing. HIS VOICE IS AWFUL, seriously. Still want to volunteer to sing! Everyone, &lt;i&gt;almost everyone&lt;/i&gt;, clapped their hands loudly so Ting Peng's voice is drowned by our clapping. Yeah, it succeeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During assembly, we need to vote for the suitable candidate to be Head Prefect. I voted _______. It's a secret, hehe. Only some knew who I voted. After that is about BALLOON SCULPTURES! I want that elmo like bloody hell. That teacher is so ______. She picked people near her. And 1E5 is way back. Can you please exercise and walked to the back? I didn't ask you to run 2.4 or something. HMT is funny. Ahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;not going online these days.&lt;br /&gt;bye. (SEE? I never use sayonara, LOLS!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-8899058375828411292?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8899058375828411292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=8899058375828411292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8899058375828411292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8899058375828411292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-rice.html' title='more rice'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-4882561982477169144</id><published>2008-07-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:06:18.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'NO' to cycling</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeeeeeeee, went to ECP! Yeah, I don't even care about homework. I need to &lt;b&gt;ENJOY&lt;/b&gt; myself, okay! The bus journey was blahblah. So looooong. So bored, I smsed people, asking them stupid questions. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, mummy helped to rent the bikes. Stupidly, I don't know how to ride a bike without training wheels. Now you know that, &lt;i&gt;shhhhhhhhhh&lt;/i&gt;, don't tell anyone! LOLS, kidding. You can tell the whole world. So, I don't want to be so called &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt;, I decided not to ride any bikes. Sat down on the bench, walk here and walk there like a stupid stranger. Mummy asked my sister to lend her bike to me. OKAY, I will ride it. Challenged with elder sister and zoooomed all the way, &lt;i&gt;except the return journey&lt;/i&gt;. It was tiring! Using bikes with training wheels was soooo HARD? Okay, it was kinda irritating. Bought lunch at Parkway Parade. It was full of &lt;i&gt;ang mohs&lt;/i&gt;, most are guys. And they are all handsome, hot and tall! Hahas. Don't worry Lan Yu, you are still the most handsome, hot and tall guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited at the bus-stop for 966. It was so crowded, and full of &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; people, &lt;b&gt;especially aunties&lt;/b&gt;. When the bus arrived, I was pushed, my foot was stepped and I can't even move. PLEASE, be considerate. First come, first serve. Okay, I admit, I am &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; too. :S In the bus, I heard the song 'Fall For You' by Secondhand Serenade like thousand of times. Yeah, it was nice, but the song was repeated thousands of times. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want famous amos!&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-4882561982477169144?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4882561982477169144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=4882561982477169144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4882561982477169144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4882561982477169144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-to-cycling.html' title='&apos;NO&apos; to cycling'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7547344170436217835</id><published>2008-07-11T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:46:04.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>respect</title><content type='html'>So, today's is Jun Hong's birthday? That's why my luck is really bad today. Oh gosh. &lt;b&gt;DREAM ON&lt;/b&gt;, I won't sing a birthday song for you. Ahas, I am evil. :D And I love being evil! Alright, since I am so lazy right now, I will just summarise my post. It is to improve my summary writing skills and for you to read it easier. Okay, I am lame. Just writing the highlights of the day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; Jun Hong's birthday is not the the highlight of the day. It's extra info. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During assembly, Mr Liu told us about &lt;u&gt;respect&lt;/u&gt;. He told us to greet the teachers and blahs. When I went to the library during MT, I need to walk in a corridor with the basketball court and soccer field, plus the hall view. I hate walking there, since teachers keep walking there. And me, I have no choice but to greet them. Act &lt;i&gt;kuai&lt;/i&gt; plus a goody-goody girl. Okay skip, skip, skip to recess! Oh man, hungry hungry! Ate Hor Fun! Oh my, &lt;b&gt;AT LAST&lt;/b&gt;, the Muslim stall sells this. I was craving for that. It was kinda of nice, until my little elmo, Mei Xuen, keeps staring at it. Can we talk about CCA now? CCA today was fun, you know! &lt;i&gt;Err, except for the drills.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLOORBALL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Ahas, it was great, only for the matches. The drills was kinda lame plus cheem, but have no choice but to do it. Jennifer was like controlling me, everywhere I go, she's there. And when my teammates wanted to joke and play round with me, she stops them. &lt;u&gt;PLEASE&lt;/u&gt;, I beg you, for once, &lt;i&gt;STOP CONTROLLING MY LIFE&lt;/i&gt;. I have the right to choose who is my friends, who is not! Okay, forget that. The best part is of course, playing in the rain! I mean, drizzle. It's like so, refreshing! I really need to buck my scoring skills during drills. The weird thing is, why I can score during a match but not during a drill? Haiz, such a pity. I mean, sympathy. Having a match with the boys was &lt;b&gt;HARD&lt;/b&gt;. I don't even dare to get close to them. So, we lost. Mr Gary suddenly called me and Shu Min. Jennifer, as I said, everywhere I go, she's there, extra-extra go follow. We had a match with Wati, Serene and CX. Playing with girls is fun, and don't think I am a les. I mean, I do not have to feel scared bumping into them and snatch the ball. Shu Min did great during the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know, it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7547344170436217835?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7547344170436217835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7547344170436217835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7547344170436217835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7547344170436217835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/respect.html' title='respect'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5945020279627352907</id><published>2008-07-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:38:21.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>electric shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CONGRATS TO SERENE &amp;amp; WATI FOR BEING ACTING CAPTAINS FOR SEC 1 FLOORBALL GIRLS! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I want a new wallet. Grr, I can't look at it, it's just too attractive! Yeah, if I have the money, I would buy it years ago okay. D: Btw, apologies for the late wish for Serene and Wati. Jyjy to be the &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; captain and vice-captain! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, hmm. Was it Maths first? Yeah, think so. So, Miss Chen &lt;i&gt;(is it Miss Chen? oh gosh, I forgot her name, and I hope I didn't spell it wrongly)&lt;/i&gt; taught us today. First lesson with her. It's kinda of &lt;u&gt;super fast&lt;/u&gt; lesson with her. I &lt;b&gt;THINK&lt;/b&gt; her lesson is better than Ms Ng's since the class was so quiet and she used powerpoint slides! :] ET is next! Ran 8 rounds around the ET raining route. I hate that route. Need to turn here, turn there, so &lt;i&gt;leceh&lt;/i&gt;! Hahas. Recess, had a cup of Iced Lemon Tea. All the 1E5 boys cut queue me, luckily I am kind-hearted. English. A weird and a fierce-looking teacher came into the class, and his name is Mr Tan. He is so, like Mr Chong type. The act cool type. Ahas, he's funny. Err, funny when he was paiseh. Overall, the lesson was &lt;b&gt;BORING&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's skip History. It's just all about copying notes. &lt;u&gt;SCIENCE!&lt;/u&gt; Hahas, Mr Hoon did that experiment again. I love his lessons damn lots. It's not boring. The book reached the ground first and the paper flew away. After that, Miss Fina replaced Mr Hoon. It was our first lesson with her too. She was okay, at least her lessons aren't boring. MT, finish up compo and rewind back to Primary Five NE Show with Syuhada. Aww, I miss those memories. D: After school, went to Lot 1 and ate McFlurry with Syuhada. After that, Syuhada went to The Wallet Shop and bought her new wallet. I can't stand it. It was all.. WOAH! I want to buy everything in that shop. Syuhada was like, "Which one to buy ahs?" If I were her, I would ask that too. Then, we went to Popular to check out the novels. On the way up, the escalator was like, having an electric thingy. When my skin accidentally touched Syuhada's, there's a painful zap. And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMT was okay. Talk crap about National Security. Spot a squirrel at a tree outside the class. Ahas. :D I hate Anugerah Band, it was like rushing to finish up the competition. If Trabo or Fatskunks wins the title, &lt;b&gt;OH MAN!&lt;/b&gt; :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;pray hard to God, hoping it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5945020279627352907?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5945020279627352907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5945020279627352907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5945020279627352907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5945020279627352907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/electric-shock.html' title='electric shock'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-6155085160347222151</id><published>2008-07-07T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:17:33.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eternity</title><content type='html'>Feel a bit sad, can't go out with Cheryl, Lan Yu, Mei Xuen and Ariel. At least, I played badminton with my dearest Mocha, Syahirah! Yeah, she's a tough match. And me, such a noob. Playing badminton is way better than staying at home, with mum nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel like mother keeps finding my fault to nag. I am not sure why, and I want to know why. Maybe, it's because I am the problem-maker in my family? Yeah, some people may think, my life rocks like hell and my everyday life is just so fun. I may be also cheerful from the outside, but in the inside, I am so hurt. Sometimes I cry, thinking why am I born to this world, why not anyone else? Why should I live, when people just don't need me? Why aren't I dead now, why am I still breathing? I wonder why. Sorry for the drama. Ahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, after you read this, I would like to say something. &lt;b&gt;I DON'T NEED COUNSELLING.&lt;/b&gt; Don't think I am depressed or something. It's just, I need to express the pain I am feeling right now. People always have their hard times, and good times. So, regard this as I am having a hard time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got 3 words, consists of 8 letters for you. I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara earthlings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-6155085160347222151?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6155085160347222151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=6155085160347222151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6155085160347222151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6155085160347222151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/eternity.html' title='eternity'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-789416224684288533</id><published>2008-07-05T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:20:09.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="224" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/Abstract_02_Podul.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Keep moving on, and you'll find it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, it's been a long time. School has been such a distraction. Homework are getting more and more. And I, have no time to even touch this laptop. Alright, so that quote above is just trying to motivate me, although it seems that it doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, about the Paper Batik Art thingy, I didn't regret joining it though. It's kinda fun ehs, but I think Batik artists sure have a lot of patience. It's tiring outlining the butterfly, &lt;b&gt;the marker is irritating&lt;/b&gt;! Yeah, I am satisfied with the results though. As you can see, my post title suits Paper Batik Art and Swiss Floorball, &lt;u&gt;"No retreats, no regrets."&lt;/u&gt; :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I think I should do Eunice's quiz. It's kinda of long, but fun! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person who tag you is;&lt;br /&gt;Lan Yu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt;/her is;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved husband, buddy and classmate! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first 5 impressions of &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt;/her is;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loving&lt;br /&gt;2. Caring&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;4. Responsible&lt;br /&gt;5. Humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing that &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/her has done for you is;&lt;br /&gt;Making me as her or &lt;i&gt;'his'&lt;/i&gt; wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing that &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/her has said to you is;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you be my wife?" Ahas. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/she becomes your lover, you will;&lt;br /&gt;Fly up above Cloud 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/she becomes your lover, the things &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/she will need to improve will be;&lt;br /&gt;Build up more muscles and be macho. Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/she becomes your enemy, you will;&lt;br /&gt;Slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt;/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be;&lt;br /&gt;A divorce or maybe arguments. Hope that wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most desired thing you want to do for &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt;/her now is;&lt;br /&gt;To be a good wife and a best friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt;/her is;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent husband, buddy and friend! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character you love of yourself is;&lt;br /&gt;My craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a perfect person, who could control my temper, although I know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who care and like you, say something to them;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my true friends and always here beside me, when I need you guys. I don't know how to repay you guys. Without you, what's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lan Yu&lt;br /&gt;2. Madeline&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;4. Mei Xuen&lt;br /&gt;5. Ariel&lt;br /&gt;6. Evonne&lt;br /&gt;7. Eunice&lt;br /&gt;8. Kar Eng&lt;br /&gt;9. Syahirah&lt;br /&gt;10. Liyena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 6 having a relationship with? (Evonne)&lt;br /&gt;Feng Xiang. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9 a male or female? (Syahirah)&lt;br /&gt;Female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 7 and 10 get together, will it be a good thing? (Eunice and Liyena)&lt;br /&gt;If this is a good thing, pigs can fly. Well, if they get together, it will be just best friends or something. Not more than that. And, they don't even know each other I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about 8 and 5? (Kar Eng and Ariel)&lt;br /&gt;Erm, Kar Eng cannot be with my mama! Kar Eng cannot be my papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 studying about? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;She is studying what 1E5 is studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo 3? (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl is my daughter-in-law. And I am her &lt;b&gt;mother-in-law&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about 7? (Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;Neh, she's with Maurice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 4 single? (Mei Xuen)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe. She's finding a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of 5? (Ariel)&lt;br /&gt;Pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of 4? (Mei Xuen)&lt;br /&gt;She's in Chinese Dance, so maybe, she likes dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do 5 and 9 get along well? (Ariel and Syahirah)&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is 2 studying at? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;She don't have to study. She so clever like her mother &lt;i&gt;(me!)&lt;/i&gt;. Swiss Cottage Secondary School. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about 1. (Lan Yu)&lt;br /&gt;She or maybe &lt;i&gt;'he'&lt;/i&gt; is my husband. And, &lt;i&gt;'he'&lt;/i&gt; or she is my buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried developing feelings for 8? (Kar Eng)&lt;br /&gt;No, we are &lt;b&gt;girls&lt;/b&gt;. We are of the same gender, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 9 live? (Syahirah)&lt;br /&gt;In a planet called Earth, and an island named Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colours does 4 like? (Mei Xuen)&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I don't know. I know, I am a bad ahma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are 5 and 1 best friends? (Ariel and Lan Yu)&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed. Yeah, Ariel is Lan Yu's mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 7 like 2? (Eunice and Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe not 'like' but friends. Eunice has Maurice, and Madeline has Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 2? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 1 have any pets? (Lan Yu)&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 7 sexiest in... (Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet smile, to be more specific, everything! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;who doesn't need friends?&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-789416224684288533?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/789416224684288533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=789416224684288533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/789416224684288533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/789416224684288533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-regrets.html' title='no regrets.'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-8931297155440677789</id><published>2008-06-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:02:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah, cheem-ology!</title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday the day started with two period of English lessons. It was like.. Mdm Sathiya was like a tigress looking for its prey, roaring like hell. She scolded a few innocent people. Her temper was really.. GOSH! The class was like so quiet, like a group of people attending a funeral and Mdm Sathiya being the person who read out the prayers. Lan Yu kept saying, "She kept picking on me!" But, I think that Mdm Sathiya is kinda of, &lt;i&gt;biased&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had 8 rounds of ET route. It was hot, since the shade was taken up by 1N1. Well, I need to build up my stamina. Hope I will do well for cross-country next year! :S Recess, had a cup of Coke. Somehow, it gave me a stomach ache. Yeah, learnt that I shouldn't drink Coke after a run. Next is Science. Learnt about mass, density and temperature. Talking about temperature, it reminds me of geography. &lt;i&gt;Aww, I miss geog!&lt;/i&gt; Science was kinda &lt;b&gt;cheem&lt;/b&gt;, but cool! Sink or float. Argh, &lt;u&gt;CHEEM&lt;/u&gt;! Hmm, so what's next? Mother Tongue. Did a little bit of Science homework with Syuhada. Haha, we crap together again! Since next is Maths, I walked slowly to class. Maths, did a worksheet of "Lines and Angles". It's kinda of complicating since I can't catch up. So, I missed some of the steps on how to draw. Haiz, I am such a slow-poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, went out with Cheryl, Xin Ye and Jennifer. We went to HomeTeamNS or CDans or whatever is it and had our lunch at the swimming pool cafe. Had a plate of fries, I shared them with Jennifer. GRR, she go and splash ketchup on the fries. &lt;b&gt;KETCHUP ON THE FRIES!&lt;/b&gt; I hate ketchup, btw. At least, I put chilli on one side because she hated chilli. OMG, she is so damn inconsiderate. Sorry for saying this, but this is an opinion. At last, she asked me to eat the fries that has ketchup on it since she thought the ketchup has expired. WTH, I want my refund! GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm, set-up the boards and had 3 rounds of jogging around Swiss Cottage Sec and St. Anthony Pri. Training was complicating. We had to move aroung the cones, argh, okay it's complicating and that's it. We had matches and we had a discussion fight. Everything started because of Jennifer scolded us and she called us "Stupid chickens that were chasing the ball!" And she said that me and CX were the star players in our team. Like duh, everyone has a part to play in each teams. And she as the defender, was also the star player because she helps to defend our opponents to score. So, everyone in the team is so called a star player! -.= And she kept scolding me because I appointed her as the defender. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, she is good in defending, or else I won't choose her as the defender. She really pissed me off. Reached home at 7.38pm. I hate the bag, it was so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;somehow, i think it's the end of us.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-8931297155440677789?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8931297155440677789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=8931297155440677789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8931297155440677789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8931297155440677789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/gah-cheem-ology.html' title='Gah, cheem-ology!'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-3354533556239071598</id><published>2008-06-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:03:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, HELP!</title><content type='html'>HELP. Argh, I'm so damn confused right now. First of all, sorry for the so called, "silence". I'm a bit busy nowadays. You know, I am a busybody. Hope that it isn't too late to apologise. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I really &lt;b&gt;quit&lt;/b&gt; HML? Oh man, I am so.. HML is such a problem. For example, the Swiss Enrichment Progamme. If not for HML, I would get to learn Japanese every Wednesday. And now, what? I got Paper Batik Art, and that is &lt;i&gt;super damn LAME&lt;/i&gt;. If not for HML, I could learn how to communicate in Chinese as I can learn it every Thursday. Now, I have to quit the Chinese lesson because I have to attend the &lt;u&gt;lame&lt;/u&gt; Paper Batik Art thingy on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is SO stupid. History is damn boring. I miss Geography lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;why me? out of millions of people out there, why me?&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-3354533556239071598?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3354533556239071598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=3354533556239071598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3354533556239071598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3354533556239071598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-help.html' title='God, HELP!'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5635001344685222461</id><published>2008-06-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T07:33:28.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP, camp, CAMP!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I miss this lappy! D: Floorball camp was kinda boring, overall &lt;b&gt;OKAY&lt;/b&gt; luh. Nothing great, or fun, or interesting. It's like ordinary camps, I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First day of SFC camp, 17 June 2008:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30am. Mummy sent me. My bag weighs a ton, I hate it. Aww, reached school and hugged Mummy like hell. Lols. At the gate met Fang Lian and Jia Hua. They told me to go to the Quadrangle. Alright, so Jennifer reached. And the minute she saw me, she hugged me like ...? I don't know what's wrong with her. When it's 7 something, we are put into groups. &lt;u&gt;I am in Group 3!&lt;/u&gt; :D We board the bus and went to ECP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, each group must have the similar face paint on the members' faces so that we can identify them. Well, group 3's face paint is just a tree and the number 3. But, we won the best face paint group! :D Yippee! And then, games. Lols, funny lahs. After like 2 hours of games, it's for the WET TIME! All of us splash into the sea and started to splash each other. Yucko, the sea water was super duper saltish! My eye hurts too! I hate lunch. Camp food sucks. Always rice. D: Didn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride back to school was &lt;i&gt;wet&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;sandy&lt;/i&gt;. EEEE. The minute we reached school, I ran back to the girls' bunk and quickly change to my PE attire. After that, we had floorball matches. Fun! Dinner was rice again. I was hoping it was Fish&amp;Chips. :[ Then, it was MOVIE TIME! Watched the movie, "We Are Marshalls". It was a true story of football players. A touching story. Like about 10pm, I thought it was bedtime. Yet, there is still another game.. Boogeyman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was funny. At last, had supper, had a bath and it's bedtime! :D Slept at about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second day of SFC camp, 18 June 2008:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.20am because I want to have a long bath. Had warm-up. We ran the ET route and cheer at the same time. And then, had breakfast. Bread with jam and hot milo. I don't like the hot milo. :S After that, we had floorball training till 12. Had lunch. &lt;u&gt;LUNCH WAS RICE, AGAIN.&lt;/u&gt; And then, we have our free period till 3.15pm. During the free period, the Sec 1 girls rehearsed our 'Tarzan and Jane' dance. I like it! Then, we had to arrange the benches. PRACTICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, alumni started arriving. I was like, the minute I saw them, the first thing that came up to my mind was, "Who the hell are they?" They are totally strangers. Around 8.20pm, the barbercue started! &lt;b&gt;YUMYUMYUM.&lt;/b&gt; Delicious, tasty, SEDAP! Haha, ate up a lot since I didn't eat the rice. And then, it was perfomance time. Very funny luh the videos. Since Mr Shashi will not be the floorball teacher-in-charge anymore, some gifts were given to him. And, he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, I can't wait to bath. I was perspiring, and I was smelly. At last, like about 1am, we are allowed to bath and sleep. Slept at about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third/Last day of SFC camp, 19 June 2008:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, woke up at like 5.15am since I asked Shu Min to set the alarm clock. But, at that time, none of the girls were awake, except us. The girls' bunk was locked too. So, we went back to sleep. 7.20, we were told to wake up. I took a bath, and had breakfast. Then, pack up our things, and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope SFC camp 2009 will be a better one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember my love.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5635001344685222461?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5635001344685222461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5635001344685222461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5635001344685222461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5635001344685222461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-camp-camp.html' title='CAMP, camp, CAMP!'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-481630589250476341</id><published>2008-06-15T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:21:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Temperature: 35.1 Degrees Celcius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever. Hate it. A few days from floorball camp, and why must I have a fever? T.T Alright, at least, my temperature is no longer in the &lt;u&gt;'Fever Zone'&lt;/u&gt;, but Mummy seems unsatisfied. The headache is &lt;b&gt;KILLING&lt;/b&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the energy anymore to pack up my bag, somemore finish my homework. &lt;i&gt;I am soo DEAD.&lt;/i&gt; Okay, so from 17 to 19 June, you will miss me a lot. Trust me. Hope the 2 Days 1 Night Camp will be a great one. :) And, &lt;b&gt;SFC camp, here I come&lt;/b&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;miss me when i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-481630589250476341?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/481630589250476341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=481630589250476341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/481630589250476341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/481630589250476341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/page-28.html' title='Page 28'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-4310222997482613335</id><published>2008-06-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T03:08:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 27</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeee. At last, mummy had cut my fringe! &lt;i&gt;Thanks mummy! Love you loads!&lt;/i&gt; The ECP trip yesterday was &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;! Had a splendid time there! So, here's the story titled "The Day At ECP".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jennifer at McDonald's and ate breakfast there. Then, straightaway went to school gate by bus. Unexpectedly, no one was there! Well, we are like 6 minutes early, but someone should be there already. Jennifer isn't sure if the front gate is the right place to meet. She thought it was at Bukit Gombak MRT station. Well, since I'm not there in school when they decided where to meet and blah-blah, I trusted Jennifer as she's there. BUT, BUT, BUT, she didn't hear what the senior and Wati said! So, she missed the part when Wati said where to meet. Grrr. Yeah, we called thousands of floorball members to ask the exact place to meet. &lt;b&gt;No one answered.&lt;/b&gt; So, we &lt;u&gt;walked&lt;/u&gt; to Bukit Gombak MRT station, waited for 5 minutes and decided to walk back. At last, Natasha answered Jen's call. She said we are supposed to meet them at the front gate. And that time, I got no energy to walk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met our seniors at Jurong East MRT. And then took the other MRT to Eunos. It's a long trip, and I started feeling giddy. D: 10 min for waiting for bus number 13, 15 min for the trip to the 7th bus stop from Eunos bus stop and 8 min for the walking from bus stop to East Coast Park. And then, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE ARRIVED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! :) Practice, practice, practice. Juniors kept practicing, seniors play at the beach. We waited so long, and at last, we are given permission to play at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two idiots.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't ride a bicycle &lt;i&gt;(oh man.)&lt;/i&gt;, we had to rent a two-people bike. Ride the bike with Wati. She's always speeding, except when it comes to hills. Cycled, cycled and cycled like about 1 hour plus and then cycled back. Since the shop has a promotion of buy one hour get two hours free, we got one and a half hour left. So, nothing to do. Slack a lot. D: The 'go home' trip was the worst. It makes me feel super giddy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;tatas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-4310222997482613335?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4310222997482613335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=4310222997482613335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4310222997482613335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4310222997482613335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/page-27.html' title='Page 27'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-724958766342612158</id><published>2008-06-08T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:40:04.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 26</title><content type='html'>Visited Lan Yu's blog to see if she has updated. Unexpectedly, her post was a survey and I saw my name was written under 'Please do the survey if your name is here'. Yay, tomorrow going to ECP with floorball members! :D Alright, since I have nothing to post, I will do the survey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At the end of survey, choose 5 ppl to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;*Don't read the questions, name 20 ppl first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Madeline&lt;br /&gt;2. Lan Yu&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;4. Mei Xuen&lt;br /&gt;5. Ariel&lt;br /&gt;6. Syahirah&lt;br /&gt;7. Liyena&lt;br /&gt;8. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;9. Evonne&lt;br /&gt;10. Kar Eng&lt;br /&gt;11. Fenella&lt;br /&gt;12. Shao Fen&lt;br /&gt;13. Wilson&lt;br /&gt;14. Syuhada&lt;br /&gt;15. Rooney&lt;br /&gt;16. Amanina&lt;br /&gt;17. Syafawati&lt;br /&gt;18. Feng Xiang&lt;br /&gt;19. Pamela&lt;br /&gt;20. Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did u meet no.14? (Syuhada)&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 Orientation. Both of us were from Etchimin. My HML mate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you did not meet no.1? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;I will scream and cry of course. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no.9 &amp;amp; 20 dated each other? (Evonne &amp;amp; Cherie)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they will date each other. It will be a miracle if they dated each other. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will no.6 &amp;amp; 17 date each other? (Syahirah &amp;amp; Syafawati)&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, they aren't lesbians. If they date each other, pigs can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe no.3. (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's dying to be like Roxy from REM. She has cool hairstyle and pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think no.8 is attractive? (Jennifer)&lt;br /&gt;She's too hyper at times. I will say, 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe no.7. (Liyena)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty. Clever. Humorous. Hyper, sometimes. Definitely, a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any family members of no.12? (Shao Fen)&lt;br /&gt;Erm, no. Well, I'm sure she has parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language(s) does no.15 speak? (Rooney)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people language, Omotieriestationalredfiran language. Honestly, she doesn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.9 hanging out with? (Evonne)&lt;br /&gt;Kar Eng, Fenella, Shao Fen. Quite a lot actually. She's friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is no.16 this year? (Amanina)&lt;br /&gt;10 years old. She's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spoke to no.13? (Wilson)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't speak to him, I scream to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.2's favourite singer or band? (Lan Yu)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, good question. I will ask her when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated no.4? (Mei Xuen)&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? Mei Xuen is my grandson. Btw, I am married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated with no.1? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. Madeline is my son. And me and my son are married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.19 single now? (Pamela)&lt;br /&gt;No, she's attached to Victor. Jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.10's last name? (Kar Eng)&lt;br /&gt;Liew. Liew Kar Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in relationship with no.11? (Fenella)&lt;br /&gt;No. She is a female, and me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the school of no.3? (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;She does not have to attend school. She is already clever. Hehe, Swiss Cottage Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.6 stay? (Syahirah)&lt;br /&gt;Planet Earth, Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing about no.5? (Ariel)&lt;br /&gt;She adopted me and took care of me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen no.2 naked? (Lan Yu)&lt;br /&gt;Nope and NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do this survey if your name is here.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xuen&lt;br /&gt;Syuhada&lt;br /&gt;Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Amanina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-724958766342612158?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/724958766342612158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=724958766342612158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/724958766342612158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/724958766342612158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/page-26.html' title='Page 26'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-783558720756878150</id><published>2008-06-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:59:28.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 25</title><content type='html'>Alright, my skin sucks. Changing to a new one, ASAP. Don't talk about my tagboard. Accidentally deleted the old tagboard. Okay, I'm very noob in doing this bloggy things. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to KKH to visit baby cousin. OMG, she's in ICU. Well, you know ICU, only 12 and above are allowed to enter. And I am already 12, to be more specific, 12 going 13! Yeah, I am allowed to go in! :) Urgh, it's quite scary. All the tubes connected to her body, I almost cry. She's only one years old. I tried to have a closer look &lt;i&gt;(not so close lahs!)&lt;/i&gt;, mummy said her condition is not stable as her blood pressure is low. Then, a nurse suddenly came up to me. She asked for my age. Yes, I AM SHORT, but please loh, I won't go in there if I am not 12. Argh. To show that I am really NOT UNDER 12, I showed my EZ-link card for proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Raffles Hospital's Banquet. Ate chicken chop, and it SUCKS. It's expensive &lt;i&gt;($8.80!)&lt;/i&gt; and not worth it lor. The chicken was superduper small, the sauce is superduper little and there's salad. I prefer coleslaw than salad. Urgh. Tried my cousin's fish and chips. It's way off better than chicken chop. Should buy fish and chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because it never ends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbyeeee. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-783558720756878150?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/783558720756878150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=783558720756878150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/783558720756878150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/783558720756878150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright-my-skin-sucks.html' title='Page 25'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2244669369045521165</id><published>2008-06-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:59:44.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 24</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I really miss Syahirah and Liyena. Syahirah could not attend the movie outing, and I had to attend a party. Pitied Liyena. End up, I do not have to go the party. Argh, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Greenridge Shopping Centre, &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. =.= Ate chicken porridge. &lt;em&gt;*slurp!*&lt;/em&gt; Aaaaaaaaaaaah, homework aren't finish! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO FINISH IT BY THIS WEEK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope I can make it. Well, at least finish Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;homework are just...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;byeeeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2244669369045521165?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2244669369045521165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2244669369045521165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2244669369045521165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2244669369045521165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-man-i-really-miss-syahirah-and.html' title='Page 24'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-9054911114361368982</id><published>2008-06-02T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:00:03.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 23</title><content type='html'>ARGH. Don't know what's wrong with the song. So &lt;u&gt;laggy&lt;/u&gt;! Need to wait a long time for the music to play. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball was superduper great seh! Reached school at 10.50am, and yet Jennifer told me that I am late? The sec ones planned to meet at 11am, 10.50am is &lt;u&gt;LATE&lt;/u&gt;? Haiz. Actually, training starts at 2pm. Sec ones planned to meet early to rehearse about the perfomance for the floorball leaving seniors and alumni. Sec one girls are doing STOMP!. Woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the clapping and stomping the tables group &lt;i&gt;(LOLS!)&lt;/i&gt;. Well, we still need a lot more of practice. For lunch, we went out and went to 7-Eleven. Ate at the playground, and saw Mr Simon Wong! Jennifer was hiding herself from him. Too bad, he saw her. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sch at 1.20pm as it started drizzling. Quickly went up to the hall and helped to set up the court. Ran 5 min around the hall and do the warm-up. &lt;b&gt;Training started!&lt;/b&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt the ways to pass and to receive the ball. We are asked to partner our seniors. I partnered Nissebel. She was a great senior. :) Mr Gary then taught us the wrist and slap. Lols. I love the SLAP! It was easier to score. 5 min after that, we did the dribbling and scoring. IT WAS HARD, for me. I can't dribble the ball and look up at the goal post at the same time. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.20pm. We had matches! Woohoo! Team up with Jennifer, CX and Kgeetarna &lt;i&gt;(should be spelled like this, I think)&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, match after match, improved a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't go to my baby cousin's party, I didn't regret going to floorball traning. This Friday I can't go to the floorball training because of the check-up! Arghs! Singapore VS Uzbekistan? Aaaaah, I am going to watch it! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;GO YOUNG LIONS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-9054911114361368982?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9054911114361368982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=9054911114361368982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/9054911114361368982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/9054911114361368982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh.html' title='Page 23'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-8213438732812908441</id><published>2008-06-01T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:00:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 22</title><content type='html'>I hate weddings. I mean malay ones, some of them. I am not a person who hates my own race, but just &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt; wedding that was at the block opposite my block. The singing. It sucks. Okay, people karaoke-ed some popular malay songs, but they totally ruin the song. Just like the song I heard when I was taking a shower &lt;i&gt;(ermm?)&lt;/i&gt;, it was the song "Ku Katakan Dengan Indah" by Peterpan. Out of pitch plus out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeee. There's floorball training tomorrow! :) Can't wait to watch Ayat-Ayat Cinta (Sentences of Love) with Syahirah and Liyena! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lan Yu, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah and Liyena, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;1E5, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara. :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-8213438732812908441?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8213438732812908441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=8213438732812908441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8213438732812908441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/8213438732812908441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-weddings.html' title='Page 22'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7969063273976805275</id><published>2008-05-30T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:00:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 21</title><content type='html'>Whoa. At last, I could touch the laptop. Yesterday, was SYIOK! Okay, ICT was blahblah. I sat at the most back of the Computer Lab 1. Can't even see the screen! I had to stand up to see the super small plus tiny icons on the screen. Uh, I hate being a shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was teaching us very &lt;u&gt;FAST&lt;/u&gt;. Or maybe, I am the one who is slow. I couldn't catch up and I am very &lt;b&gt;BLURsotong&lt;/b&gt;. ICT was just about Adobe Dreamweaver CS3, a program to design a web. Lols, my design is so suckish. It's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 am. Yay, it ended. Went to McDonald's to eat lunch with Cheryl and Meixuen. YUMyum. Bought Doublecheese burger. Cheryl and Meixuen hated the pickles in my Doublecheese burger. When I was eating, Cheryl took a video of me. It's funny, yeah. Laughing at myself! I was do stupid actions with my hands. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Cheryl showed a ghost video in her phone. Wth, I was scared of ghosts, honestly. I went back to my seat, opposite Cheryl and Meixuen. Cheryl played the video. I closed my eyes tightly. I peeked a little; seeing Meixuen watching the video, excitedly. Then, there was a SCREAM from her phone. The ghost popped up. YUCKO. Cheryl paused it to let me see it. I quickly closed my eyes, tighter than before. &lt;i&gt;Wahh, so dramatic!&lt;/i&gt; Meixuen placed the phone on my lap. &lt;b&gt;AAHHHHH!&lt;/b&gt; I screamed. Not a high-pitch scream lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school and played the piano since it was still early. 12.30pm. Went to the bench near the office to have a remedial lesson with Mdm Sathiya. Since this was the &lt;u&gt;girls&lt;/u&gt; batch, the remedial lesson was quiet. Meixuen and me do the most talking and answering. :] Slowly, Mdm Sathiya started to be a storyteller. She told us the story about The Three Little Pigs and Sleeping Beauty. Lols, it was funny and exciting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Greenridge Shopping Centre to have lunch at Banquet. Then, sisters and me went to buy sweets! I bought a mixture of different kind of sweets. $1.20 per 100gram. My packet of sweets weighs 152g so it costs $1.80. Cheap and yummy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;let's say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7969063273976805275?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7969063273976805275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7969063273976805275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7969063273976805275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7969063273976805275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/whoa.html' title='Page 21'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-6915271098550089473</id><published>2008-05-28T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:00:55.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 20</title><content type='html'>Mummy bought &lt;u&gt;DURIANS&lt;/u&gt;. Its AWESOME, kay. :) Why some people just hate the smell of durians? Weird, isn't it? IT'S NICE what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to the EMAS camp, since most of the Swiss HML students did not attend it. MOST. My beloved Syahirah said that one of the Swiss student did come. OMG? Maybe is that Afiq. Urh, don't care about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday, I watched like three movies. Freaky Friday, Shrek The Third and One Missed Call. Stupid lahs, One Missed Call is really.. SCARY. Watched at 11 something, with the lights off. Gahs, homework are still not finished. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy kept complaining about me. She said, "I'm obsessed with Sudoku, and you are obsessed with the Rubik's cube!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now, I can solve the Rubik's cube. Thanks to Syuhada and some guidance from that video! :] I actually wanted to teach my sister, yet she complained about the way I taught her! GRR. Teaching this things need effort, right Syuhada? Yeah, I guess Syuhada had a hard time teaching me. Hehes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kakak is FAT. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bye. :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-6915271098550089473?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6915271098550089473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=6915271098550089473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6915271098550089473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/6915271098550089473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/mummy-bought-durians.html' title='Page 20'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-547719666484900947</id><published>2008-05-26T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:01:12.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 19</title><content type='html'>Today, my aim is to be really formal. I do not know why. Probably, I want to improve my English. Singaporeans are to used to talking in &lt;i&gt;Singlish&lt;/i&gt;, and when they really want to talk in English, it was like hearing Ting Peng singing. Of course, it is not as worse as Ting Peng's singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mistakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong: "Please close the lights."&lt;br /&gt;Correct: "Please turn off the lights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pronunciation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong: "I want to go to the porn shop."&lt;br /&gt;Correct: "I want to go to the pawn shop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a few mistakes out of the many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY. i cant stand it anymore. the formal thingy is just not me. its the real SYAZ now! hehes. actually, nothing to post today. holidays are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she is your wonderwoman.&lt;br /&gt;tataa. :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-547719666484900947?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/547719666484900947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=547719666484900947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/547719666484900947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/547719666484900947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-my-aim-is-to-be-really-formal.html' title='Page 19'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7160078434073066562</id><published>2008-05-24T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:01:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 18</title><content type='html'>GAWDD. im alone at home now &amp;amp; i got ulcers! urghh, hate ulcers! cant suck my thumb anymore! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night had a family reunion dinner. had our dinner at al-azhar's restaurant. ordered TEH TARIK &lt;em&gt;[that is like the main attraction for the restaurant?]&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; TOM YAM KWAY TEOW. the teh tarik was so bubblish, and i like it, okayy. the tom yam kway teow was superduper spicy, and i cant eat it properly. its nice, of course, but it had a lot of veggies, onions and.. it is superduper hot there. im perspiring. arghh. we had a table that is way, way far from the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thirsty. i want milkshake. hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wants milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeebyeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7160078434073066562?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7160078434073066562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7160078434073066562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7160078434073066562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7160078434073066562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/gawdd.html' title='Page 18'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-3344331682364369053</id><published>2008-05-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:01:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 17</title><content type='html'>got our results today. im really unsatisfied with my SA1 examination results. haizz. i set some targets for SA2, hoping i will be in a better position. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;TARGETS FOR SA2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGLISH: B4&lt;br /&gt;HIGHER MALAY: A2&lt;br /&gt;MATHEMATICS: A1&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE: A1&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY: A1&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY: DK&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE: B4&lt;br /&gt;ART: B4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo. i wrote down my targets not to show off lahs. for what show off when my results is already &lt;i&gt;BADD&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; im not going to write my SA1 results! btw, grats to our top 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOP 3!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Evonne :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pamela [Pammy!]&lt;br /&gt;3. Joseph o.o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after seeing my results, i know i can do better &amp;amp; improve. for june hols, im gonna revise &lt;i&gt;[a little]&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; go play plus shopping &lt;i&gt;[a lot!]&lt;/i&gt;! :] hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-3344331682364369053?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3344331682364369053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=3344331682364369053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3344331682364369053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3344331682364369053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-our-results-today.html' title='Page 17'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7705356999888020402</id><published>2008-05-22T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:02:03.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=550515158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/550515158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DAVID COOK! :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it. at first, i thought david archuleta will be the next american idol. actually, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAVID COOK WON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! hahas. cheryl just now keep saying 'david archuleta so cute!'. but david cook handsome. &lt;i&gt;although sis said hes not, i dun care.&lt;/i&gt; mum &amp;amp; dad had a bet. mum predicts that david cook will win while dad predicts that david archuleta. LOLS. funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to say actually. but this line attracts me a lot. dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"boy, you watch out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants david cook.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7705356999888020402?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7705356999888020402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7705356999888020402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7705356999888020402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7705356999888020402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='Page 16'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7093948854821496730</id><published>2008-05-20T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:02:19.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 15</title><content type='html'>DAVID COOK! :) hope he wins american idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i got a strange feeling. a very strange feeling that david archuleta will win american idol! gahhs; im scared. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, today was &lt;u&gt;MOVIE DAYY&lt;/u&gt;! ermm.. actually, not a movie day but &lt;u&gt;MOVIE&amp;amp;DOCUMENTARY DAYY&lt;/u&gt;! mt was replaced maths. then, we watched &lt;em&gt;NARUTO MOVIE 3&lt;/em&gt;! at first, i was like... naruto? i thought there is something wrong with ms ng. but the movie end up to be very cool, exciting &amp;amp; funny! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, science. watch documentary. a documentary about seasonal seas. lols. quite cute lahhs. but a little boring. i almost fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOG! we watched hsm! zac efron! cutecute! &lt;em&gt;*melting*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE GAMES WAS GREATT! played floorball. was kinda &lt;b&gt;HOTT&lt;/b&gt;, but my team won 3rd. i was a bad player. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she screams.&lt;br /&gt;tatas. :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7093948854821496730?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7093948854821496730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7093948854821496730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7093948854821496730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7093948854821496730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-hope-he-wins-american-idol.html' title='Page 15'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-4090615464949201556</id><published>2008-05-19T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:02:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=440107854.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/440107854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;how i wish we were together again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg. i miss them. everytime i think about them, tears started falling. dont know why. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; how i wish i was a kid again. i miss my childhood memories damn lots. i want to be a three year old kid forever. childhood memories are the best for me. life as a kid is stress-less; everyday is playday. i wish that there's a time machine, or i can be Hiro Nakamura. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she screams.&lt;br /&gt;buhbyes. :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-4090615464949201556?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4090615464949201556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=4090615464949201556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4090615464949201556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/4090615464949201556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-wish-we-were-together-again.html' title='Page 14'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-305407344940508004</id><published>2008-05-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:02:56.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 13</title><content type='html'>CIP! nvr go HMT becos of CIP. lols. need collect old newspapers &amp;amp; clothes. saw three half-naked man! urghh, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoo, so sleepy. i am a LITTLE satisfied with my science results. 71 1/2. haizz. hope can do better, but too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite shocking actually when we only got &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; paper. science onlyy. sad lehs. i want to get all my papers quickly, so i can buy a lot of tissue boxes. okay, crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, exams are over. now, &lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAYS!&lt;/strong&gt; :] hmm, what should i do? laogong leaving me alone on 26 may, she going Paris. &lt;em&gt;so sad. must buy souvenirs!&lt;/em&gt; maybe, watch movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3204921931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/3204921931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Moseley! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, maybe watch The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. the picture, William Moseley, is Peter in the movie. cute &amp;amp; hott right? xP im lame. he very handsome. &lt;em&gt;*blushing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, also can go Escape Theme Park! woohoo. i want to go to the Haunted House. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The good life is inspired by love and guided by knowledge." - Bertrand Russell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-305407344940508004?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/305407344940508004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=305407344940508004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/305407344940508004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/305407344940508004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/cip-nvr-go-hmt-becos-of-cip.html' title='Page 13'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7941754326884487101</id><published>2008-05-10T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:03:12.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 12</title><content type='html'>OMGG. yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;GREATT.&lt;/strong&gt; too GREAT. so funn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's art exam. LAME. art also have exam. but, the good thing is art paper is the last paper for MYE! :D woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, got CIP. need to give out flyers. knockknock here, knockknock there. most malays sia, then i need to explain loh, since im the ONLY malay. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, LUNCHH! at pizza hut. since a picture speaks 1000 words, im gonna put some pictures i snapped yesterday! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SYAZ0050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0050.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lollipops! mine &amp;amp; cheryl's! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SYAZ0052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0052.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl with a funny face. LOLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SYAZ0056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0056.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my lunch. chicken soup with pepsi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SYAZ0058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0058.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DI-L &amp;amp; GS. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SYAZ0061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0061.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are LAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SYAZ0062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/SYAZ0062.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madeline, my only son, &amp;amp; my laogong. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, was super FULL. went to have lunch with lan yu, madeline, cheryl, meixuen, jennifer, ariel, xinye, maurice &amp;amp; daniel. lan yu almost cried when she received a lot of A-Cash. took neoprints after that. ty guys for having the lunch! &amp;amp; that maurice and daniel keep calling me, nana foreva! what's wrong with that name? GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7941754326884487101?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7941754326884487101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7941754326884487101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7941754326884487101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7941754326884487101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/omgg_10.html' title='Page 12'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7750967645764950045</id><published>2008-05-04T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:03:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 11</title><content type='html'>OMGG. it's very near for us to solve the Rubik's cube. but, one move, we spoil all of it. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im a BEGINNER. ok, happy? BEGINNER. tried to solve the whole cube, but always cannot. can always solve one of the faces. haizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any pros out there? can teach me? im desperate. lols. but for free, can? hahas. but, if someone really teaches me, i think i will not be able to understand. just like how i was taught in a YouTube video. we followed his steaps. but we got some probs. we do not think that guy will reply our comments, if we really tell him our probs. arghh. arghh. fed-up. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, went to madrasah, since i didn't go last week. &lt;strong&gt;HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT &amp;amp; HOT.&lt;/strong&gt; freaking hot. yeah, i could feel the effects of global warming. yeap, im perspiring like hell, especially, when im wearing the tudung. somemore, i got bad sense of style. LMAO. wore socks with slippers. it's compulsory for us to wear socks to madrasah. so i have to wear it. but, my gomushin, the shoe i always wore to madrasah, was small? omg? my foot grew! sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i do not have to go to school tomorrow. at last, i could feel the benefits of taking hmt. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoo. i wanted to put some pics but, my sis does not want to help to on Bluetooth. &lt;em&gt;yea la, this is her laptop. do this, do that, all cannot. including downloading maple! D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i think i am going to continue to solve the Rubik's cube. tata. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7750967645764950045?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7750967645764950045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7750967645764950045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7750967645764950045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7750967645764950045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/omgg.html' title='Page 11'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7275001447179095684</id><published>2008-05-02T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:03:39.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 10</title><content type='html'>MAY DAY! MAY DAY! okay, may day was yesterday. too bad uhs, cant post. siblings all want to play the computer. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, GEOGRAPHY! omgg. it's like..? dont how to describe. it's not a piece of cake, it's a piece of rock? to be more specific, like a piece of igneous rock! alright, im crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mr wong said, "start", i flipped the big pile of worksheet. read slowly the questions; suddenly felt like crying. my heart started to whisper, 'oh god, im dead. dead. later must dig my own grave! somebody, &lt;strong&gt;SHOUT THE ANSWERS!&lt;/strong&gt; ms lin, &lt;strong&gt;TELL ME THE ANSWERS!&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared. i revised, but i did not revised natural vegetation. arghh, im just DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time, just like want to whisper at evonne, pamela, victor, kar eng, fenella &amp;amp; eunice about the answers. but i know, i cant. &lt;u&gt;and, i don't want to CHEAT.&lt;/u&gt; in the end, didn't finish the whole exam paper. didn't do 3 questions. dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 985. went to Cheers &amp;amp; bought MnM. hungryy laa. then, took the lrt. unluckily, saw aidil. luckily, he alighted early. or else, i will suffer in the lrt. at bukit panjang, the lrt turned into a babysitting corner. three baby prams, but four babies in one train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngueknguek. although cute, but quite irritating. one of the baby's nappy is also changed in the train! wth. lols. they regard the train as the toilet or their house? omgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: may reply your tags or friendster comments late. SORRY! computer is making problems again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7275001447179095684?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7275001447179095684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7275001447179095684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7275001447179095684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7275001447179095684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-day-may-day-okay-may-day-was.html' title='Page 10'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7628676829996845323</id><published>2008-04-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:03:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TALL.&lt;/strong&gt; i had just realised that im getting taller. but not as tall as evonne or cynthia lah. yea, im getting taller, but still the shortest in class. sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was SA1 English Paper 1. yeah, situational writing was &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;. compo, hope that im not out of point. i chose question no. 3 - Obedience. lame la. dont wan to tell the whole story here. lazyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to lot 1 with lanyu. ate breakfast at McDonalds. bought hotcakes, hashbrown &amp;amp; coffee. lanyu hated coffee. lols. then, we make some 'experiments' to the coffee. sugar, milk and chemical X. hehes. tadaa; a nice, perfect coffee! very nice lehh! of course lah nice, husband &amp;amp; wife do together mahh. we mix &amp;amp; stir it with love wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home &amp;amp; slept. can see saliva on my pillow &lt;em&gt;[my bantal buchuk!]&lt;/em&gt;. hehes. then revise a little for hmt paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrive 3 mins late? lols. then, go in class like blurr sotong. then sit anywhere. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand damn pain! cannot even feel it. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S NUMB!&lt;/strong&gt; aaaah! hate it. but, must continue writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to check &amp;amp; do word count. just estimate the number of words. lols. too bad lahh; i didnt bring dictionary. sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! today no need to go to school. today is malay paper; no need to take malay paper mahh. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bpp with my beloved mama &amp;amp; sis. ate at kopitiam. i hate eating thr. haizz. bought banana split. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my primary school friends a lot. we will have a reunion soon, kay? x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to change my friendster background! it's childish! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: thanks to syahirah for 'Gotta Go On My Own Way' song. ILY! :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7628676829996845323?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7628676829996845323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7628676829996845323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7628676829996845323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7628676829996845323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/tall.html' title='Page 9'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-1038995877793651741</id><published>2008-04-27T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:04:09.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 8</title><content type='html'>whoa. today woke up so damn late. zzz. so tired. yesterday, slept about 12 smth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to causeway point yesterday. yeah, yesterday i was supposed to &lt;strong&gt;STUDYYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt; for monday. im not that kuai, okay? i cant stare at a book for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at banquet. ate fish &amp;amp; chips. $6! so ex.. somemore very little. not worth it. then, went to McDonalds to buy double chocolate at the McCafé. one cute guy served me. hehes. my sister jealous as she was served by a lady. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=671056069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w203/GoldPixie/671056069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE CHOCOLATE! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, mum bought chicken from Cold Storage so that we can eat it when watching APM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, &lt;u&gt;APMMM&lt;/u&gt;! rocks like hell. hady won one award at least! :) won one out of 2 nominations! well, there is a little mistake in one of the posts. aliff did win one award! congrats to the winners! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! exams are finally here. maybe, cant visit my blog or post for two weeks. so, all comment replies will be late. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-1038995877793651741?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1038995877793651741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=1038995877793651741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1038995877793651741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/1038995877793651741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/whoa.html' title='Page 8'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5124910708118311892</id><published>2008-04-25T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:04:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 7</title><content type='html'>yesterday, wasn't the best day actually. becos today is BETTER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh; im now addicted to 'Gotta Go On My Own Way' by Vanessa Anne Hudgens. yeah, that's an old song. who cares? i love it mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOG!: quizz. revision quiz. lols, cant answer the question &amp;amp; need to stand up. T.T it's becos of the question about action of running water. waaaaa. so sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et: ran 8 rounds ET route. sprint sprint &amp;amp; sprint. last 3 rounds started jogging already. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess: just drank a packet of Milo. haizz. not hungry. need to go up early to finish colouring art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art: continue colouring our drawings. cheryl, lanyu &amp;amp; me squeezed everything on madeline's table. cheryl, madeline &amp;amp; me sang HSM's songs, lanyu kept quiet; she hated HSM! xD then, must have drawings signed. mine uglyy. as usual. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sci: go through homework. since next week is exams, maybe, today is Mr Tan's last day of teaching us. so sadd. but got chocolate! i took the chocolate Milk &amp;amp; Strawberry. lols. everyone asked him for his phone number, but he refused. haiyaa, i was just about to copy when he wanted to "write" down his number. at last, he wrote down, "999". lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNT!: so fun. at first, mr tan talk crap. say we need to do a dish. cool! need to do this, do that. but ended up nice! need to put acrylic in an oven, the inner part has a temperature of 199 degree celcius. 2 ppl need to take out the soft acrylic. madeline &amp;amp; me voluntered. we put on the gloves becos the acrylic is hot. yeah, it's really &lt;strong&gt;HOTT&lt;/strong&gt;! put on a weird thing and press it down. and, tadaaa, a bowl or a dish is formed! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class. then, went to the toilet. &lt;em&gt;[do i have to tell that?]&lt;/em&gt; after come back, i knocked the door while hiding myself. knocked many times till wilson open it. lols. then suddenly tapped me &amp;amp; said, "CATCHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching was so fun. then, have to go fr study group. after study group, we played captain's ball! woohoo! we were divided into groups. then, mr shashi joined our group! of course, with his help, we won! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, girls VS boys. yea yea, we lost. mr shashi so tall, what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, bought waffle with wati &amp;amp; jennifer. yumyum! crunchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, now, back to my home sweet home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: apologies to cheryl for linking you wrongly. i will edit it asap. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5124910708118311892?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5124910708118311892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5124910708118311892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5124910708118311892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5124910708118311892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-wasnt-best-day-actually.html' title='Page 7'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2153005232920842774</id><published>2008-04-24T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:04:41.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 6</title><content type='html'>today was like the best day? hahas. i didn't feel sleepy, even during mdm sathiya's lesson. whoaaa. im amazed. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, MT. slackk in the library with syuhada. librarian on leave, the boys take the advantage to make noise. wthh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess! stay in class, do homeworkk. hehe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICCCC! we go karaoke. since we all have finished the test and was the fastest class, we all sang HSM2's songs! i love it mann! leon solo sang Everyday. so emotional! he watched HSM2 58 times? so funny! i love singing Gotta Go On My Way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english? read the book 'Slices of Life'. lols. lanyu said it should be 'Slices of Pizza'. talking about pizzas, i suddenly remembered Mr Wong's birthday celebration! yumyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science. must finish up the chapter on digestion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths. just copy answers. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to meet syahirah at lot 1. go take neoprints then she go shopping for tees. lols; i just can window shopping. bought McCafé's mocha frappé. very delicious. go in lrt, everyone watched my mocha frappé. lmao. they are &lt;strong&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/strong&gt;! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: thanks natasha for the songs: Hate That I Love You &amp;amp; Spongebob Squarepants. thanks to syahirah for the outing! ILY! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2153005232920842774?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2153005232920842774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2153005232920842774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2153005232920842774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2153005232920842774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-like-best-day-hahas.html' title='Page 6'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-5228733240652696902</id><published>2008-04-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:04:56.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you save the cheerleader, you save the world"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEROESS! last episode. well, it was actually the last episode, but actually it's the last episode for the first volume. and there's second volume! whoaa.. so long. but the ending so sad lehhs. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, Anugerah Planet Muzik [APM]! :D unluckily, suria did not show it. so sad. only can listen, but cannot see the picture. sadd. very stupid ehk. haha.. aliff did not win any awards. but pity him laa, a little.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got hmt test. quite hard, especially peribahasa. haizz. luckily can bring home to finish it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i had still a lot more to talk about. but now, need to memorise dialogue for tomorrow's role-play! tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-5228733240652696902?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5228733240652696902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=5228733240652696902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5228733240652696902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/5228733240652696902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-save-cheerleader-you-save-world.html' title='Page 5'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2084991828025442357</id><published>2008-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:05:15.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 4</title><content type='html'>oh gosh. tired. last night, i slept at about 12 something, because of the blogskin! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went home from madrasah. ust siti hasnah, like always, gave us 'panadols'. well, the 'panadols' are actually MENTOS! woohoo. today, it's flavour is &lt;b&gt;GRAPE&lt;/b&gt;! yumyum! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pitied zahirah. her Mamee was stucked in the vending machine! banged here, banged there, but her Mamee was still stucked. i bought Cheezels, hoping that it could push down her Mamee. yeah, i did get my Cheezels, but zahirah did not get her Mamee! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went out. &lt;em&gt;zahirah paiseh lah!&lt;/em&gt; unexpectedly, zahirah's dad's car wasn't there! actually, when we are putting on our shoes, zahirah signalled her dad to wait for her. but after we bought the snacks, her dad vanished. wahh, so panic. called her dad's hp, no one answered. called her house number, mother said dad's out to fetch her. after 6 minutes, her dad's car came. lols. she kept laughing.. pity her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;u&gt;The Suite Life of Zack &amp;amp; Cody&lt;/u&gt;. so damn funny. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. tatas. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2084991828025442357?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2084991828025442357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2084991828025442357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2084991828025442357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2084991828025442357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-gosh.html' title='Page 4'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-7433631251006661748</id><published>2008-04-19T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:05:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song: I Miss You - Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to call me your angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said I was sent straight down from heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd hold me close in your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved the way you felt so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanted you to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted you to stay here holdin' me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still shed a tear every once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though it's different now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll still here somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I need you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sha-la-la-la-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to call me your dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm livin' out my dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how I wish you could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything that's happenin' for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinkin' back on the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's true the time is flyin' by too fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still shed a tear every once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though it's different now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll still here somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I need you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sha-la-la-la-la-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're in a better place, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could see your face, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're where you need to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though it's not here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still shed a tear every once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though it's different now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll still here somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I need you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sha-la-la-la-la-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just another boring day. watch stupid cartoons.. nothing to do. lols. standing by window, i suddenly sang this song. maybe, im missing someone? someone special? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; also, i cannot change my blogskin. don't know leh. it's either there is something wrong with the code, the website or maybe.. the computer. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, need to do religious class homework. hope you enjoy listening to this song! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-7433631251006661748?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7433631251006661748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=7433631251006661748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7433631251006661748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/7433631251006661748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-i-miss-you-miley-cyrus-sha-la-la.html' title='Page 3'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-2254897042350814199</id><published>2008-04-18T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:05:55.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 2</title><content type='html'>RAINBOWWW! im so obsessed with it. just saw it this morning. yeap, it rained at about 7 something in the morning. after morning assembly, we saw the rainbow! omgg! it's the most beautiful and perfect rainbow i have ever seen. i can see all the seven colours! erm, was it seven? lols. forgot liaos. unfortunately, i did not bring my hp. or else, i will take a pic of it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyaaaaaaa. shit lehh. so many homework, so little time. homework to much till i cant even touch the computer. maybe, can only post &amp;amp; visit my blog every Friday? sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today? nothing interesting. &lt;em&gt;except for the rainbow! :] &lt;/em&gt;geography! mind-mapping. quite chim lehs. what four-grid, six-grid blahs. but did not fall asleep! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et. 8 rounds. run with cheryl. quite tiring laa. overall, ok. but perspiring like HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. just drink a cup of Milo. cup? i mean, a packet. after that, go to the hall to see the postcards designed during art lessons. luckily, mine wasn't being put there! it's so DAMN UGLYY. what do you expect? it's my work mahh. i have never do well for my work. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art. hahak. do mind-map and sketch. my sketch sucks kay. i draw something related to celebration. my santa claus just look like a.. girl? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sci. havent finish my homework. learn about pancreas &amp;amp; liver. quite fun. but mr tan so rushing as only got one period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnt. HAIZZZZZZz. boring. mr tan talking crap about heck saw and blahs. haiyaa. but mr tan always choose maurice to do the demo. lols. maurice=mauritius -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP STUDYYYYY.. library out of bounds. so stupidd la. then i cannot chat with madeline about the role play thingy. haizz. then cannot go outside school bcos today is not counted as a cca day. another stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during group study break, i ate fillet &amp;amp; cheese hotdog. got free nugget! ;D then go home also buy another fillet &amp;amp; cheese hotdog. got free hashbrown! xD now, full but thirsty. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. lastyly, i want to see that RAINBOWWW again! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-2254897042350814199?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2254897042350814199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=2254897042350814199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2254897042350814199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/2254897042350814199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/rainbowww-im-so-obsessed-with-it.html' title='Page 2'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168787690147897885.post-3415125020360208347</id><published>2008-04-11T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:06:16.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 1</title><content type='html'>ahh. bored. terribly bored. cannot play maple. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is like usual. geography lessons are, of course, loved and rocks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;ET? hmm. tiring. stupid people like that Ting Peng keeps blocking the way. he even walks, okay? so damn slow. haizz. why should I go to the same secondary school as him? maybe, this is what we call bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS! who doesn't like recess? my tummy is already grumbling; my throat is so damn dry! I had a packet of ice lemon tea &amp;amp; fried kway teow! yumyum. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art. yeah, art test. I did not prepare a thing for this test. luckily, mr zaini didn't come! extremely good news! hehe. walk around the class and be a kaypoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science! learn about transportation in plants. yeah, xylem, phloem &amp;amp; vascular bundles.. quite interesting. well, science is my second favourite subject. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT, PRESENTATION! need to explain about group's portable light research pictures &amp;amp; evaluation. hope my voice is quite loud. hahak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that daniel.. keep saying, "why you cannot close your mouth?" lame lah he! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOORBALL! physical, as usual. haiyoo, next year must get top 20 for cross-country. die liao. sprint here, jump here, jog there. wahh. fun, but tiring! but still, floorball rocks! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverly asked some of us to go home first, including me. the others like discussing something with her, don't know what. make me so scared, since all their faces are so damn serious. well, it turn out that they are talking about relationships. LMAO... make me heart attack seh. my face so nerdy, sure no boyfriend mahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after floorball, watch madeline, cheryl, xinye, meixuen &amp;amp; heidi perform their chinese dance. cool! their moves are so flexible. lols, the judge said that madeline look like a boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home time! back gate did not open. wait for 20 minutes.. madeline, xinye &amp;amp; eunice go the long way; while lan yu &amp;amp; me wait for the security guard to come &amp;amp; open the gate. yay, lan yu &amp;amp; me arrive the bus stop first! hanisah &amp;amp; wati helped me to hide from madeline, xinye &amp;amp; eunice. but they had, successfully, spotted us! 5.46pm - 187 came! wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULCERS. i hate ulcers. they sucks so much. now, nothing to do.. watching soccer on Channel 5, Geylang VS Tampines. lols. I'm so BOYISH, ehk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168787690147897885-3415125020360208347?l=storybookofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3415125020360208347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168787690147897885&amp;postID=3415125020360208347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3415125020360208347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168787690147897885/posts/default/3415125020360208347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybookofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahh.html' title='Page 1'/><author><name>SYAZ :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673532431724028027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
