<?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-3086814681920672189</id><updated>2011-10-26T13:22:56.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl i love you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</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>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3887713424869336977</id><published>2010-08-03T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:33:52.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's good to be back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;There's no reason your name should come up on my cell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Unless you're unhappy but that shouldn't be the case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Cause you said, said he was the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Baby yes you said, said you were in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, i'm gonna blog right now since Amanda asked me to. School just now was kinda funny, especially Sihui &amp;amp; Amanda. I loved watching them storm off the class w/o Mrs Leong's permission. Like seriously, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, CCA's okay, I guess. Sometimes I find the specialists abuse their power and go overboard. Other than that, well, it's fine. Bonding with seniors and sir is sure a novelty. It's the first time it happened for the 2 years we experienced so far. Can't wait to step up though, but sure, there's gonna be a lot of challenges along the way. Especially Initiation Camp. Damn this.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, i'm gonna congratulate Khairi and Hafiz(especially) for picking up where I left off and winning 3RD among ALL the sea units in Singapore. I LOVE NCCSEA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a bit draggy. It's always the usual stuff. Morning meeting, lessons, chatting in class and of course who would forget, Juffery. LOL! It's like damn funny man. Especially Patrick's group who did about Mr Roy and Juffery for their English assignment. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I guess life's okay. No complications, just frustrations. Oh yeah, i'm gonna thank Jason here, yeah, Jason. He gave me $1 for buying him drinks. Woo! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it, then. I'm reaching 300 posts, this one is my 297th. Wow, 3 years has already pass since I've created this blog. Sure bring back memories. From my own blog, to combine with Hafiz, then to solo, then to FAGS,&amp;nbsp;then solo again. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3887713424869336977?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3887713424869336977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3887713424869336977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='it&apos;s good to be back.'/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6566839571039891051</id><published>2010-07-13T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:28:39.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You used to be my rider,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was your provider,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now we're separated in two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Baby, you left and sailed away alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 1 month since i've blogged. So, what happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much. Usual boring stuffs. It's just that there've been more teachers and Mr Roy's becoming more unreasonable. Oh yea, I had a camp at Amoy Quee HQ last week. It's boring, although it's only 2 days. Cadets from other school suck, they really get on our nerves. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As of now, can say that it is fun. I mean, out of the three batches i've been through, this is the best! Despite tough training, the results are quite worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;don't talk to me about your love stories. i &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6566839571039891051?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6566839571039891051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6566839571039891051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-used-to-be-my-rider-i-was-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5537412102183535698</id><published>2010-06-20T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:54:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don’t need to much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;just need somebody to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don’t need nothing else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I promise girl I swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I just need &lt;b&gt;somebody to love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, dogs, frogs, horses, lamps, cats, mouse, etc. Holidays are passing by very fast! SC camp... Gotta admit, it was a blast especially during the nighttime and the last day. Inotami zhonega. Hahaha! funny siot. And i've been hanging out all day. Well, nothing much to say actually. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5537412102183535698?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5537412102183535698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5537412102183535698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-need-to-much-just-need-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6651489228532089992</id><published>2010-06-04T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:22:38.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday homework :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;nglish:&lt;br /&gt;Grammar In Context, pg 1 - 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Distinction In English, pg 138 - 145.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;eography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;KWL, T/B 2D, pollution.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project, pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;istory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Mindmap, chap 9.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindmap, chap 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ome economics:&lt;br /&gt;Project, health zone thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;athematics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Maths W/B 2.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;cience:&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2 worksheets.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6651489228532089992?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6651489228532089992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6651489228532089992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-homework-e-nglish-grammar-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7402140752982522194</id><published>2010-06-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:33:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying,&lt;br /&gt;With my heart beside me.&lt;br /&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;And if I died right now, &lt;b&gt;you'd never be the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon peeps, i'm back! :D I don't really know what to write about. :p Anyways, life's a bore. Especially right now. Can somebody ask me out or something? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7402140752982522194?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7402140752982522194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7402140752982522194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/06/inside-i-hope-you-know-im-dying-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2392932787077238614</id><published>2010-06-02T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:02:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cuz I was so high,&lt;br /&gt;And now im so low.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna walk around alone, solo.&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't want to walk this earth,&lt;br /&gt;If I gotta do it&lt;b&gt; solo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yo! Currently, holidays are kind of boring. I've only completed Maths and Science homework. History halfway. English I still haven't buy the book. Geography KWL can do later. Projects!! Home econ, Maths and Geography siolz. The homework part I don't really mind but the project! Must do with groups and it's damn troublesome I tell you! Must meet up lah, blahblahblah. Today, I woke up, bathed and watched tv. And ate. And watched tv. And ate. And watched tv. Damn this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;holidays are boring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;make me feel like snoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;though people preferred snorting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;what's the difference!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2392932787077238614?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2392932787077238614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2392932787077238614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuz-i-was-so-high-and-now-im-so-low.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-9205929627823417271</id><published>2010-05-31T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:25:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't ever wanna love another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You'll always be my thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So bring on the rain, bring on the&lt;b&gt; thunder&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm currently rotting at home. Why? The two laptops are currently under repair and the person said that it would take two fucking&lt;b&gt; weeks&lt;/b&gt; to repair them. So, yeah. So how did I blog this? Another laptop. LOL. This is my sister's slow but steady laptop. I can't play games here, it'll crash. So, next in line is my iPhone. I'm tempted, tempted to jailbreak it. But i'll wait till something happens to my iPhone so that I can change it to a new one and THEN jailbreak it. Kinda clever huh? :p Next is the television. Luckily, there's a preview for 17 channels, which is the Discovery channel, Cartoon network and many more. So, after facebook-ing, playing iPhone and watching the television, I started doing my homework. I finished Science and started on History. I've almost finished Chapter 9's mindmap. Kind of proud of myself eh? Tomorrow planning on finishing the maths homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;GO NAZRI GO. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lightning is 5 times hotter than the sun&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P/S. This time, I tried to link the ending with the lyrics above. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-9205929627823417271?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/9205929627823417271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/9205929627823417271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-eyes-are-brightest-of-all-colours.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6419267197664637690</id><published>2010-05-30T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:41:39.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You're taking him to where we used to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now if you're trying to break my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's working cause you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That should be me&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yoyoyo! Time for a proper post I guess? Honestly, I don't really have much to write. I don't even want to write about the trip to Mount Ophir / Gunung Ledang. But to sum it up, it was fun. The waterfall and the river was awesome. Totally man. And it's like this camp bonded a lot of us together, especially Ifwat, Hariz, Fouzy, Khairi, Hafizuddin, Haresh, Benjamin, Lingeysh and Najib. And maybe Kah Long. &lt;i&gt;God knows what happened to him.&lt;/i&gt; Anyways, during the camp, I found out that although Singapore is a modern and a country with high technology, it's not the same as Malaysia. Malaysia has its waterfall which can not be found in Singapore. Malaysia also has its jungles, mountains etc. In other words, Malaysia is a place where you can experience nature. Despite the irritating mosquitoes, fugging big termites &amp;amp; ants and the insects, Malaysia is quite a wonder. This trip also brings out my friends' and my true colours. We get to know how much each of us can persevere, how much we would do to achieve something. By the end of this trip, I felt lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have met all the friends I needed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have friends who would be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have friends who won't let me down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have friends who won't give up on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have just found out my &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Actually, I'm quite happy with my life. In fact, I'm contented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P/S. sry, the headline didn't have a link to the post. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6419267197664637690?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6419267197664637690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6419267197664637690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-taking-him-where-we-used-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-676050649037742669</id><published>2010-05-30T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:37:47.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M BACK FROM GUNUNG LEDANG!&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've survived 3 DAYS 2 NIGHTS at there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, woohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-676050649037742669?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/676050649037742669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/676050649037742669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8557049785671289870</id><published>2010-05-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:41:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of the bus incident,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, started off a small thing. But if you look into it, now it's a big one. Think about what you did to me in the past. If you compare all the smacking on the head, the slipper you put at the mouth, the time where you said you wanted to sms your friend and I asked nicely that I wanted the phone back and you hesitated. So I had to force you to give me back. There's more. Well, all of these, did I do anything like what you did? No. Ok, compare all of these to the incident. It's just a fucking gum. You could've just said, "Ok, you must wash the pants until there's no gum there at all." In the first place, no gum was seen on the pants. Still, I decided to give you $5 to make up for it. $5 is 100% worth it but you didn't accept so what you want me to do? Moving on, you said, "If licking was eating then i'll be licking your head." So I said go ahead. Well, I remained calm. After that, you and I know that the fight was over when you lost your cool and started the 'strangle'. Did I lay a finger on you? No. Honestly, I didn't felt pain. You didn't know that my neck was a sensitive part. So it was more of ticklish. So I just stared at your mad face until my friend shouted, "LET GO!" Well, he shouted that a few times and you didn't. So, having a few seconds to think, violence was the last resort? He tried to pull your hand but you insisted on not letting go. So what else? You stared at him after that, still not letting go. So i'm asking you now, if he didn't do that, would you let go? No, since even punching wouldn't make you let go. So after that came another guy to pull your hand. THEN you let go. The 'another' guy told me that if you still didn't let go, he would already do the same. So, back to topic. Shoving you away wouldn't solve the problem. But well after that I STILL remained calm. I laughed it off and called it a day. Did you? Not really. You ranted it to somebody else, which was the cause of another problem. Now, my friend is also inside the long-gone fight. You said he was an extra, but think again. Ain't the person who you ranted to an extra too? No offence, but seriously. If stopping a fight was a big crime then a lot of good people who tries to maintain peace would go to jail daily. So tell me, am I being unreasonable now? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards, Nazri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8557049785671289870?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8557049785671289870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8557049785671289870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-of-bus-incident-well-started-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3733214910164000159</id><published>2010-05-12T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:03:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know it's been so long since i've posted. Well, I was just busy, with exams? Or maybe with games.&amp;nbsp;I promised myself to study for MYE veryvery hard and smartly but in the end, did I? No, I didn't. So i've been thinking. Now, I can't trust myself. Nothing can change me for the better. Yes, nothing. So the answer is, Someone. I know, there IS someone who is going to change my life. But maybe not now. However, that doesn't mean I will stop studying? But whatever, good future, bad future, everything is temporary. Life would f* us all and we would die eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Been having a few problems at home and also at school.&amp;nbsp;But I won't write about them here. I mean, who would want to read a blogpost which writes all the bad things that happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the brighter side, exams have ended. I'm worried if I couldn't do well. Okay, maybe i'm not that worried anymore. I'm not like who I used to be. Now, I don't even give a damn to my results I think. But my father bribed me something. If I get 5 As (which is impossible for me), he would buy for me something. Yeah, so, no point. The most As I can get is only 1 or 2. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, oh well. It's late already. It's midnight. And my house is kinda spooky. My laptop's plug came off on its own out in the blue. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah,&amp;nbsp; I forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sihui, for this late late wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Remember last year, when Sabrina and I were fighting about a dumb poll? &lt;br /&gt;And we were all fighting while you were calling me a turnip. &lt;br /&gt;Or not, you called me a short turnip. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever, I missed last year very dearly. &lt;br /&gt;Last year was when we chatted throughout the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;Where you would online, and straight away go, "SIAOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;And that was the time where you flooded my MSN, which made my computer hang?&lt;br /&gt;During September holidays, Angeline, Amanda, Cheehui, you and me were in the same conversation talking about some crap.&lt;br /&gt;Or the time where we played Neopets? (LOL YOUR ACCOUNT GOT FROZEN!)&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet memories would never come back, won't they?&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're 14, you've grown up. &lt;br /&gt;I hope, you would be more hardworking in terms of academically, ya? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know, that you aren't stupid. &lt;br /&gt;You are smarter than me, honestly. (:&lt;br /&gt;And if you are still s____, stop it!&lt;br /&gt;(AND CLOSE SOME OF YOUR PIERCINGS FOR GOD'S SAKE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, Happy Birthday dear. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3733214910164000159?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3733214910164000159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3733214910164000159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-i-know-its-been-so-long-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2235465795618207647</id><published>2010-04-17T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:08:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i've updated! :D Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2235465795618207647?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2235465795618207647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2235465795618207647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-ive-updated-d-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7550049528517040313</id><published>2010-04-01T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:10:26.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April Fools day sucked like hell. Morning, couldn't find wallet. Thanks alot. Made me come to school so late. Reached school, put my bag and went down for morning meeting. Then assembly, patrol level 3 n 4. First period was literature. Didn't bring my R&amp;amp;J book. Totally forgot to bring. After that PE. Hmm, i'm not doing so well. And guess what, to get gold for 2.4km, I need to be as fast as 11.01minutes (14 yrs old). Wth, i'm only at 11.48, and I need to improve by 47 seconds. Is that even possible for me? -.- Need to train hard already.&amp;nbsp; Lol. Inclined pull ups swee swee 26! Haha. Sit ups 50, sit and reach 42, standing broad jump the worst... 198cm only sia. -.- Shuttle run also jialat. 10.8 the fastest this year... -.- haiya. Anyway, i lazy to write le. Good luck Hariz with ur phone... Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S use ur own one lah. want to use mine for what!!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7550049528517040313?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7550049528517040313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7550049528517040313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-day-sucked-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6558492036548350283</id><published>2010-03-26T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:13:14.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A person can choose whether or not, they want to open up to you. You don't go around saying that, "hey! you should open up to me cause it'll make you feel better!" Don't you know that people don't open up to just anyone? And also, it'll make us feel better if we open up to someone, yes. But, don't you think that we should not just open up to you but open up to some other people as well? Just because you know some things and i don't doesn't make you a more special person. And so what if i'm always the last person to know things and you're always the first few who knows. It doesn't make you an even more special person by not wanting to tell me anything just because i'm the last person to know about _ affairs. Look, i'm closer to _ but you know more. That's it. You're not part of us and will never be. Whatever and whenever _ wants to tell me anything, _ will eventually tell. So let me get this straight, when i asked "what happened?" i don't expect anyone to tell me full details about what the hell is happening. I just want to know the cause if &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, i'm _ relative. Don't you think that i should know what has happened instead of you? _ has so many of us who're closer to _ to turn to. Why must _ turn to you? Just because _ doesn't know how to open up to me and the others doesn't mean we cannot know anything, you got it? We're family. And we &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; care about each other eventhough we don't show it. We want each other to know what is going on but we don't know how to tell them. You know why? It is because we're too close. Too close to not want each other to feel the pain that we're going through. But it hurts us even more to not know what is happening to each other because seeing each other's sad faces are more than enough to make us sad. But is it the same with you? I guess not. You don't feel the pain of others. And even if you did, it's just for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all these feelings are only me. But whatever it is, i'm sorry if i don't tell you all anything. I don't know how to express them out to the people who care about me the most. But eventually, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6558492036548350283?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6558492036548350283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6558492036548350283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/03/person-can-choose-whether-or-not-they.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5095357484824449215</id><published>2010-03-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:13:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you guys look around and think about what is happening to the world, you will&amp;nbsp;find that the world is &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;. The reason why the world is weird is because of humans exist.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complain and complain and complain, but the thing is, do we even &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to make a change? I'm sure not. And what I usually see is people going around telling the whole world how true friends should be, but they themselves don't act like what they expect. Isn't this an irony? They expect so so much from others while they themselves are doing what others are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.&amp;nbsp;I know some people&amp;nbsp;can't really adapt well. In some situations, I can understand pretty well. But if it's because of something small, there's &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;reason&amp;nbsp;for you not succeeding.&amp;nbsp;To be more precise,&amp;nbsp;there's no&lt;strong&gt; excuse.&lt;/strong&gt; You can blame all the people, the environment and the things around you that you are not used to. But if you think more positively, (e.g. why is the teacher always picking on me? oh, it must be something wrong or i did not do.), it's actually the same thing as the previous condition you were in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, isn't this an irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the moral of the story is, never expect a lot of things from your friends when you yourself are not doing what you expect and never blame anyone/anything else other than you, yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5095357484824449215?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5095357484824449215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5095357484824449215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-guys-look-around-and-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-942304926006968984</id><published>2010-03-22T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:27:42.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry for not blogging for so long. Have been having camps for 2 weeks straight and now, time flies. School have started again. Whatever, let's&amp;nbsp;get to the point. And the "point" is, the A-B camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30AM. Double checked the things that need to be brought. Bathed and everything. Met Kah long downstairs and we planned to eat. Halfway, I forgot to bring my No.4 uniform so I went home to take it. It's better to take now, than suffer later. Trust me. :D So, ran back and took it. Went to Mcdonald's at Admiralty MRT station to eat. I ate big breakfast, happily. Now happy happy eat know.&amp;nbsp;Lol. Went school, fall-ed in. I was the IC. Lol. Then report everything. Changed to PT kit. Checked stuffs. Did a bit of PT and then Science class. Oh, I vomitted. Cause I ate too much for breakfast. Lol. Seriously man. Haha! Science class, we were slacking, thinking that we will die afterwards. NCC camps never have been easy. So we thought that it's gonna get worse. Like seriously. Haha! Went back to the sea room. Fall in, and report. We then got to know our syndicates. Mine was S4. Sucks dude. Haha. Lunch was ok, I think. Quite fun, especially the flushing part. Ahem. Lol. Then, went to bunk to put our things. Cleaned the bunk, yet it didn't meet the specialists' expectations. So, we started again. Do, do, do. Got worse. They threw all our boots and uniforms everywhere. Our No.4 from smartfold till longfold. Then they ask us, the part B, to fold ALL the no.4 again. Shit. Then rearranged everything. We were doing our best, but for the part A, I don't think so. Most of them were slacking, the damn Dhanraj can say, relax ah! We all scolded him like mad. Lol. In the end, we headed out for our mission. Build a stretcher and carry the casualty. And my syndicate's casualty was Sufian. Hard time carrying him sia. Lol. After everything, we went back to sea room to have our dinner. Dinner was superb, love the chicken. Haha! After dinner, we were really preparing for the worst, but it turned out otherwise. We got to sleep early, at nine. By then, we all knew that the camp is not right, because it's not suppose to be this slack.&amp;nbsp;But we just slept. At 12 am, they woke us up and we changed, headed out to Sembawang park the canal there. Solo walk was ok. Not that scary. I like the ghost stories! Hahaa! Ifwat's ones too~ Some of them couldn't go due to lightning alerts according to them. Lol? Then we went back to have our supper. Then, lights off, slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was ok. Milo not that nice. Hakim made it! Hahaha! Then, science class again. So boring. Until 11. Ifwat and the rest were sleeping in the bunk. They get to rest! The part As went for swimming. But by the time we got back to the sea room, they were, too. So, lunch was maggie. I cooked with Hafiz. Ok lah, I cook quite nice leh. Haha! But after eating, was still hungry. Then we did a bit of our punishments. Went back to bunk, bunk inspection. Failed like shit. So punishments was ok lah. They damn lenient to us. Lol. In the end, the only punishment we did was tiam. -.-" Dinner was good. Then, we had to discuss our skits. Ma'm told us it was Faishol's birthday. So, after the skits, we celebrated and we got to eat cake!! Then, wash up, fall in. Some people must do sentry duty since they did not go for solo walk. Sir chose the places for us to sleep on. Mine very lucky! Near with the rest. Hahaa. But I very stupid, i didn't hug the rifle, thus, it was stolen. Damn. Lol. In the end, 16 rifles were gone! Power babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast. Was damn scared cause 16 rifles know, stolen. 1 rifle = usually 50 pushup. so 16 leh. Want die ah. Haha! Then, we changed to No. 3. By then, we knew that there weren't any punishments. So we happy happy do drills. Lol. Then the Part A all kena shout at. Don't know why. In the end, parade, released! :D And sadly, that was our last training with Delta '10. I'm gonna miss themmmm, especially PS Irsyad! Haha! Ok, i'm gonna honour them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USM ; Reezuan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;AUSM ; Zaini&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;END OF TOP 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part C PS ; Dina&lt;br /&gt;Part B PS ; Irsyad&lt;br /&gt;Part A PS ; Syafiq&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;END OF TOP 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part C APS ; Faishol&lt;br /&gt;Part B APS ; Syahied&lt;br /&gt;Part A APS ; Amir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QM ; Hakim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-942304926006968984?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/942304926006968984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/942304926006968984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guys-sorry-for-not-blogging-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8253850229016606520</id><published>2010-03-12T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:19:00.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ole 2 wasn't that fun. It was totally boring. HOWEVER, it's wasn't that boring. The instructors were so good that they made it fun. Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Woke up at six. Seriously not looking forward towards the camp. Went to school and saw the same old faces. Hahah. Then, went to the hall to assemble. Soon, the briefing started. We then saw the instructors.&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;, and some of the ladies are hot. &lt;/span&gt;:D Then, we were grouped. Im in grp 3! :D&amp;nbsp;I got grouped with Cheehui. Lol. Anyways, then, we gathered and met all the group 3 and 4 people. Then our instructors were Nam and Ahmad. My first impression of Ahmad was that he is a fierce / lame / scold-people-for-no-reason person. And yeah. For the first few hours, he was indeed. And I was like saying to myself, "i'm so damn lucky that Ahmad is not my instructor." He was group 4's. So, we took our bags. And headed for the bus. When we reached the Legacy room, we placed our bags and went off again, to kayaking. We were like, "Wth? So fast kayaking already." When we reached there, we took our kayaks and they briefed us on things. Then they taught us on how to kayak. Cheehui broked 1 pedal. Lol. Then, off we go. The sun was so hot. And the waves were so vigorous. So our kayak was going up and down. Lol. After that, lunch. It was nice. :D Then, we proceed on to rafting. We built our rafts and challenged each other. We won. :D Quite fun. But by then, Cheehui and I were really bored to death and want to go home straight away. But still, we persevered. Soon, it ended and we bathed. Took the bus and went back campsite. Went to our dorms and placed our bags on the beds. Then, assembled at the Legacy room and the dance girls came back too. :D So, ate dinner. After that, we got our booklets and we discussed on our cheers and stuff. Then, lights off and I slept. Around 3 hours later, and instructor woke me up and asked me to go outside. The reason was that we were too noisy. So, I was half dead outside there when they were scolding us. Went back to our bunks and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Woke up at 6.30 to bathe. It was trekking day. :D Met up with Hariz n Fouzy. Talked to each other. Haha. Then, had breakfast. Koko krunch! :D I ate like 4 cups of 'em.&amp;nbsp;Then, we did our banja and went up the bus. Off to Upper Peirce. Went trekking and stuff. Cheehui, Zi Kuan and I were like trying to make ourselves feel better by saying that tomorrow's the last day. So we were so noisy. Haha. Then lunch was bad. For me. Played some games. Zhao Shuo was so funny sia. Got 1 game where you need to throw the ball into the 9 cups and make a line. (like tictactoe). There was a stick to indicate that it was the place where you need to throw the ball from. Then all of us tried. In the end he said, "So simple!" *moves the stick infront of the cups* Lol! Then, discussed our cheers again and went back to the campsite. Ate dinner and they taught us cheers. I love the cheer. :D Then we were hyper already. Gerard led the cheer and his voice was like so funny. And everyone laughed at him. Haha. After that went to the soundbox to play the step on the pads thing. That game was super fun sia. Haha. Then,&amp;nbsp;discussed again for the cheer and&amp;nbsp;we finally finalized it. :D&amp;nbsp;Soon, lights off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"It's the last day baby."&amp;nbsp;That's what we kept on saying to ourselves. Haha. This day, time flies very fast. First up, breakfast. Koko krunch! :D Then, did about the leaders thingie. Soon, we did low elements first. Was quite boring. Then lunch, followed by high elements. High elements was kinda fun. Heh. After all of that, it was already 5. So we had our dinner. Went to the soundbox to play around. Practised our cheers again and soon, it was the campfire. Campfire was boring. Patrick, Kahlong and I were playing among ourselves. Lol. After that, we slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Day 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;LAST DAY! breakfast, ate koko krunch again! Heard that we need to clean the toilet, and not only that, the MAIN toilet too. So, we were like feeling down. Then, we changed into our slippers. When we went back, they said that the cleaners have cleaned it. WOOHOOO. So, we went around picking rubbish. Then, took our bags and went to Legacy room. Watched the video. Damn sad, yes. But at the same time, happy too. I missed home. :D Reached school, Mr Ong talked about some things. Then went to McDonalds with Zarreen n Justin. Went home, rest, and went out again for the ole 1 campfire. Helped out with some things, and soon, it started. The sec 1s wasn't that responsive. At 9.20 ++, mum called and I went off. Reached home, slept! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Today, PTM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Results were quite bad for me. Well whatever. Duty was fine. The whole time I was sitting around, eating and drinking. Then, went home. (lol) And now, using the laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;WHEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;at,: brotha (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-sista~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Zarreen: ABANGGGGGG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Hello adik! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;♥Benjamin♥: YEAH! HI NAZRI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;zee: relink me! there's evn a column in my new blog whre you cn ask me questions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-ok, will do soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Anthony: I totally agree School SUCKS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-yeah man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;zee: hey tallie! ahahha. i love tht quote of yours on your recent post! tag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-yeah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop expecting so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8253850229016606520?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8253850229016606520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8253850229016606520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-money-no-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2397733585784584036</id><published>2010-02-25T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:22:06.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, I don't think we need teachers in school. The 'teachers' should just give us homework and we don't really have to attend school. Textbooks are there and they are way more clearer than the teachers. (Except for Mrs. Foo's explanation ; it's precise!) And we just have to come back school for examinations. Isn't that easy? Easy task for both pupils and teachers. Why not school become like the way I stated it? Why is the Ministry Of Education have to stress us with this lot of homework? We would normally spend&amp;nbsp;half or more than our lives in school (when you are 14). I think it's a very very very waste of time.&amp;nbsp;Firstly, we would be taught&amp;nbsp;about the basics, then the advanced. While learning the advanced, we will surely forget some of the basics. And then, they have to teach us all over again. Isn't that stupid? -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, this is my point of view towards school. I go to school not to study, I come to school because I got nothing to do at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2397733585784584036?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2397733585784584036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2397733585784584036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/honestly-speaking-i-dont-think-we-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7565893097936878279</id><published>2010-02-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:48:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my first love broke my heart for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO! Been really really really x10423918301830810 million busy these few days. ): Actually not really but, for me, it's like an hour in a day. Don't you think so? Well, I do. :D Anyway, our class team got thrashed. As in really, thrashed. They never win any games. Well, at least they had fun, I think? The last time we played PE, my team vs the class team. And we won them 5-0! :D Softball is fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now had rock climbing. Very fun ok. Climb up, clip the rope and everything. Heehee. And the 7-11 drinks, so nice. :D Boulder gym is very cooling. It's the only place where it is cold. Cause of the air-con. Man, Singapore is so hot. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I put my books under the table and my bag was so light! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7565893097936878279?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7565893097936878279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7565893097936878279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-love-broke-my-heart-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3505303348456114105</id><published>2010-02-15T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:20:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I would wonder why am I born in this family. In a family who are selfish and&amp;nbsp;self-centered. I have a brother who is really really selfish. After having a hard time cleaning this room, he would go in the room and lock it. The next thing I knew, it's a rubbish dump again. And what's worse, he would scold us if we finished the food when he himself finish the food like 1 gazillion times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have a mother who don't keep to promises. Yeah, "I'll buy you a laptop during chinese new year, there'll surely be a discount!" Bullshit excuses. The next thing I knew, she said that she'd buy that during March. Then after that,&amp;nbsp;I decided to ask her again. So guess what? JUNE.&amp;nbsp;I'm not angry because of the date, i'm angry because of her&amp;nbsp;CHANGING the date. Can't she be like Fouzy's parents who said that they would buy him a laptop&amp;nbsp;DURING&amp;nbsp;November&amp;nbsp;and really really buy him ON November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the rest just take my stuff like my deuter bag WITHOUT my permission. And they would throw all my things away on the bed and go off. If I asked them where is it... They would go... "Don't know, didn't see anything." And all my efforts trying to make this house like a HOME... They don't recognise it. They would dirty it all again and my mum would go, "Why didn't you help cleaning this house?" I'm not the fucking maid. Please, remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do, i'll just have to deal with it. Whether i'm happy or not, I just have to live with them until I grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I don't hate them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3505303348456114105?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3505303348456114105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3505303348456114105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-would-wonder-why-am-i-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-9142566293481391349</id><published>2010-02-15T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:15:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zee: OMGGGGG! im not tht short lehhh! ahhhh! soo bad sehh you! tag naz:D &lt;br /&gt;-joking mahh.. and ty! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Benjamin♥: guys! pls relink me at www.find-me-in-your-heart.blogspot.com update and stuff &lt;br /&gt;-will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarreen: UPDATE LA ABANGGGGGG hehe &lt;br /&gt;-updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B3NJamINZ: yo naz! ws life? &lt;br /&gt;-yo! fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiHui: HAHA ! HEHEH (L), You're not one though &lt;br /&gt;-Hmmmmmmmm. i dont even know what isit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zee: LOL! omgg! hhahaha. btw, LOVE yoursong. tht's likethe biggest song ever &lt;br /&gt;-tyty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarreen: I KNOW WHAT'S HEHEH!!! &lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS IT?!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amandaa: Bro. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-Sis!&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-9142566293481391349?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/9142566293481391349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/9142566293481391349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/zee-tag-nazd-zee-omggggg-im-not-tht.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4901543069775246900</id><published>2010-02-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:00:49.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/S3a7wCveT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/OL08PEmAzjg/s1600-h/10330_1146094661552_1503102748_30521740_3274178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/S3a7wCveT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/OL08PEmAzjg/s320/10330_1146094661552_1503102748_30521740_3274178_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at how much we've grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;CNY celebration was enjoyable. Everything that day reminds me of last year. I don't know why, I don't know how. I just did. This year, a lot of change has occured. E2 has been more rebellious lately, including me. Well, I think it's part of growing up? And I was like so happy when E2 got second for CNY. We got sweets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After school, went to Kahlong's cousin's house. His cousin went malaysia so we went there to feed her guinea pigs. Lol. And it's nice!! Not to forget, beside Aqilah's house. Haha. So, we slacked there. Fooled around. After awhile, went down and saw Aqilah, Ham, Sab and Erna playing soccer. I think if I played there I would pwn their asses. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went back to Admiralty. Met some SHORT old friends. Seriouslyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, IVE GROWN SO MUCH~ Heh. So, crapped. Then went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people may call it misfortune, but there've been times where i've felt happy. it's not about good or bad, everything that happens is a precious part of my life. nothing that has happened has been pointless. the bitter, painful and fun things, its because of everyone. that i'm here right now, all the things that i've found, would you call that unlucky?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4901543069775246900?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4901543069775246900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4901543069775246900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-at-how-much-weve-grown.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/S3a7wCveT7I/AAAAAAAAADI/OL08PEmAzjg/s72-c/10330_1146094661552_1503102748_30521740_3274178_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4545537643651412555</id><published>2010-02-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:07:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't understand girls. When they are having menses, they would be stressed. When they are stressed, they would start yelling. And who do they yell at? Anyone who is near them. And one example is my mother. Last night, I was super hungry. My mum cooked, yes, but I ate everything till there's nothing. So I called her to ask her to buy food. She asked me to bear with it till the next day in a harsh way. And my father said that she is having menses. Then the next day, I just woke up right. Opened the door, and she scolded me already. Wtf? I just walked away lor. Like seriously. Then my father also said that he was scolded just when he woke up. Then I asked her for pocket money and she said no. Wah... So I went to school without any money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this doesn't apply to all girls. Some can control their emotions well. :D And I think some girls don't understand boys too, in a way. So, i'm in no position to say that girls are very confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee, anyway today was average. Sore throat. I don't know why I keep having sore throats. Woke up at 6.30. Rushed like hell. Bathed and everything. My hair like so shit so I just put wax and went out. On the way to the bus stop, was like trying to make my hair neat. Lol. Checked the time. Luckily, reached school at 6.59. I have fast reflexes. :D Morning, SC. Pledge and did one worksheet. Well, didn't understand. Morning duty... There were 2 cats there so I just sat there and played with them. Heh. IT was ok, I think. After that, Science. Mrs Leong was as irritating as usual. History was fine. Ms Zhang was going through the SBQ notes. Reccess, got $2 from Hariz. Ate and went up. Maths two periods. Ok ah. I get maths. (: Mother tongue I slept for 15 minutes. Then slacked. History, SBQ test... Quite difficult. ): PC2, me and Hariz were totally not ready. So we just made it up. Talked to 1E2 and everything. Then, went back to class and prepared for the CNY thing. Released, and there was SC. SC on Tuesday this year has never been good. Lol. So, went home after that. Ate, bathed and handwashed my uniform. (: Then, used laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddddd, what's heheh? sihui &amp;amp; clique keep on saying that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4545537643651412555?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4545537643651412555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4545537643651412555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-dont-understand-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7201065247022984511</id><published>2010-02-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:35:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of February was okay. Well, no much difference from January's 1st day though. I think January's better because there wasn't school. Okay, that's for sure. CNY coming up soon. Means there's gonna be holidays! I think. I'll go and INFLUENCE my parents to buy my f laptop then. And then... I'm gonna play overnight with my brother~ Oh yeah. Well, anyways, let's get to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at five by my alarm. First time I could wake up on my own without anyone waking me up. :D Bathed and everything. Iron-ed clothes the day before so less time was taken. Packed my bag and asked my mother for pocket money. She gave me $10! :D Went out and took 969 to chong pang. Went to 7-11 to buy breakfast. Really hungry. After eating. Was still 6.05. Called Hariz and met him. Walked to school. Slacked till 7. Duty was okay. No latecomers. So played ard. Went back to the hall. Personal bearing check. PASS. Hoho. Student councillors have to stay back. Mr Ong told the secondary twos that there is going to be an interview. Oh my god. Nervous sia. Haha. Went back to class. Science. She said the whole class is staying back. Pissed, we showed our attittude. Everytime Mrs Leong says something, the whole class would go "blahblahblah, cher cannnot hear you!" Lol. Then laughed here and there. The sad thing is, she said, "I feel like quitting..." Lol. After that was Art. Failed cylinder. Bloody hell~ Reccess nothing much. Maths was understandable. Like finally. Then English. 14/25. Well at least I passed :D Released. Slacked at school till 2. Went to LJS to eat. Then to Yishun Park to train with Justin, Hariz and Fouzy did the time keeping. So we timed ourselves on each station. Justin's was 2m 7s, mine 2m 22s, Hariz 2m 54s. But wasn't really fair actually. Inteference. There were a lot of uncles training. Haha. Then, I went to Justin's house. He went to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saved Justin's life. He almost got hit by a motorcycle. His phone and wallet dropped on the road. He was picking it up and I pulled him quickly. He only managed to get his phone. It's like everything happened so fast. The motorcycle suddenly so fast. 1 more sec he would get hit. Whew. Then got another car, almost like run over his wallet but never ah. So took it and went home. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was bored. So I changed songs. I likeeeee Baby and vanilla twilight! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7201065247022984511?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7201065247022984511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7201065247022984511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-day-of-february-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2315864458860077951</id><published>2010-01-27T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:03:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't take it as a revenge,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take it as something you did wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I hate some people sia. Like seriously. And I keep seeing&amp;nbsp;them everyday. And it's like, I hate them for some reason. And i'm afraid I can't post all about them here. It's&amp;nbsp;a CRIME. So i'm gonna go low profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, i'm still pissed of Sabrina pulling Erna to somewhere else when Aqilah sat at her place. Is she that big? Not really. And Sabrina and Erna keeps on going toilet like 5 times every day. And guess the amount of time they used up? FIFTEEN MINUTES EVERY TIME THEY GO.&amp;nbsp;Total? 1hr 15 minutes is wasted.&amp;nbsp;So people like me and Hariz, who sometimes suddenly just have to relieve ourselves, have to wait for the 2 bloody heavens, to finish everything that their doing and stroll back to class. THEN we can go. And what's worst, the teachers ALWAYS let them go first, while the really urgent ones can't go. Look how unfair those 2 girls are. And I seriously don't get it. Peeing and walking back to class wouldn't take 15 minutes. So they are SURELY doing something else? So, it remains as a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2315864458860077951?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2315864458860077951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2315864458860077951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-take-it-as-revenge-take-it-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8047192964254593768</id><published>2010-01-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:25:01.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee! Packed my bag. Filed in all the worksheets in the respective files. Feels so good and my bag is lighter! (by a few grams though...) But still... It's neat! I won't have to trouble Hariz to help me search for my phone if I put it in my bag. Seriously man, it will take me 10 minutes just to do that. Anyway, school just now was okay. Was sick actually. But after awhile I recovered. Wanted to go home but I thought we would be getting our results for English test but we didn't. Sad. If&amp;nbsp;I knew I would go home straight away. Mrs Leong class just now was ok. Cause we sort of played with the reflection of the sunlight. Super cool mann. And my ruler ah, the reflection was soooo long! Haha! And yesterday, my mum went to popular to shop cause we still had $200 voucher left unused. So she decided to spend it all. In the end, the total was $300 and she had to top up $100. Lol. You should've seen the amount of pens she bought. Haha! Anyway, my throat stopped hurting after eating mints! So happy. Heh. And there will be a camp for SC this Friday, 7 PM till Saturday, 12 PM. Alah, then I cannot do the fitness training again... And pool too... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&amp;nbsp;was super fun. In the morning, woke up at 6 and quickly bathed. Was really late lah. Supposed to meet Justin and Hariz at 6.30 at north point but to my stupidity... I took 858 and stopped at Chong Pang. I called Hariz to ask where he was and he said... North Point. I totally forgot sia. Then I took another bus to north point. Walked to Safra. Did warm up. The usual things. Head rotation, arm rotation (my shoulder 'cracked' alot of times and it felt so good) trump twisting, trump bending, hip rotation, tuck in left leg, tuck in right leg, tuck in both legs and finally, push ups! Hariz did 13, I did 17, Justin did 20. Justin pro sia. Haha. After that, went for a jog. And I stupidly wore a bag so I had to run with it. And I was the last. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Next round, we walked. At the staircase, we did frog jumps (but Mr. Loke sort of scolded us for doing this, he said it would hurt our knees) and then we went to the fitness corner. Firstly, 5 pull ups. Justin taught me a technique and it works... But I did it so slowly. Then we went to the monkey bar. You move 2 bars and you stop for 10 sec.&amp;nbsp; Another 2 for 10 sec. Next 2 for 20. Next 2 for 20. Next 2 for 30. Next 2 for 30. Your hand will be damn stiff sia. But I completed it! Woohoo. Then parallel bars did the penguin walk. And then... The most funnest thing. We did sit ups on the parallel bars. Your abs will be super pain sia. Ok, not pain but, tired. Total we did 30 at first. Then we went for another round of jog. And did the same things. Went to 7-11 to buy drinks. Went to boulder gym to slack. Then, went to KFC. After that back to Safra to play pool! Whee. I won 1 time, Hariz 1 time (well he stupidly score the black one 2 times before scoring others first), Justin 2 times. Haha. After that, Hariz went home while Justin and I waited for Sihui, Yanlin, Peilin, Shermin, Kevin, Clarence, Joey and Huixin to play pool again. Played 2 games (won both of them) and went home since Justin had to go. Slept at home and the moment I wake up. My throat was so pain. Heh. So, that's about it I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8047192964254593768?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8047192964254593768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8047192964254593768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/01/wee-packed-my-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4499375221790960628</id><published>2010-01-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:49:28.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reviving this blog for god's sake. Look at the previous post. So pathetic right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5. Changed my alarm clock to 5.30. Woke up. Slept again until 6. Bathed, got ready and went out. Met Zainul. And the REAL Zainul ok. As in the person itself. And asked him if he has the Lance Corporal rank. Cause Hakim asked me to change. -.- Anyways. The bus stupidly didn't stop at the bus stop i'm supposed to alight and I had to walk a long way... Wanted to go to 7-11 but had no time because god-knows-why. It was 6.49 then. So yeah. The bloody meeting in the morning disallowed me to go to 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and put my bag in the class. Slacked for 1 min and went down. Talked about good deeds. Terry said so confidently sia. Haha. "My friend&amp;nbsp;doesn't have&amp;nbsp;this musical instrument and i'm lending it to him!" Fouzy's... I greeted the aunty. Lol. And Mr Loke was behind him so he freaked out. After that, assembled at the class. National Anthem. Mr Chin was behind Patrick and Jaya. So lucky i'm in front. And Sihui came. Oh yeah. First up... DNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran to 2E3 to borrow blue apron from Fizz. Wee. Lucky the teacher never see. Went to the DNT place and Mr Sin was back! He briefed us and started work. Do do do, polish here polish there, sand here sand there. Finally, it was shiny, but not as shiny as Khairi's. Wanted to finish the thing but no time ar. So went back to class. Then it was Literature. Sihui and I were drawing some random stuffs. And she said my drawing sucked! &amp;gt;:( Hehh. After literature was fortunately Mother Tongue. Hariz and I finished the workbook and we slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school ended, was so happy. Actually not really. Cause we had this meeting for the planning committee. At first, Mr Loke asked us if we wanted to quit planning committee and we ALL said yes. Then he explained some stuffs. So we stayed. Discussed about some games and stuffs. Wanted to meet Noreen but no clothes. So, PLANNED to eat with Hariz, Bvlyn, Jordan and Clarence but upon reaching NP, realised I only had 4 bucks and they were eating at 18 Chefs. So I went to meet Kiwi ah. Very long never go out with him. :D Played for 2 hours and went home. Called mum to ask what she cooked. And yeah, finally something I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathed. Felt so fresh. Ate. Used the laptop. And Sam lost her money and phone. So if anyone found it, please give it back to her. Her phone is W980i and it's dark brown. And I think that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated, at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4499375221790960628?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4499375221790960628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4499375221790960628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-reviving-this-blog-for-gods-sake.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8045986604131232003</id><published>2010-01-11T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:35:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laugh together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suffer together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause that's what we do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ncc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yeah! Promotion camp is OVER! BAIK AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8045986604131232003?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8045986604131232003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8045986604131232003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/01/laugh-together-suffer-together-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8506003116781926727</id><published>2010-01-07T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:06:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423980627508307522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/S0XZpKs7pkI/AAAAAAAADKA/e6xOskP97x4/s400/PC280140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adik wanted me to post this up for him. Don't ask who is it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423980636620872770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/S0XZpspiXEI/AAAAAAAADKI/dRjgf8o5eO4/s400/PC280138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to put this up quite long ago.. But i didn't have time so, sorry dik! Anyways, this was during Farhan's birthday partyyyy~ Which was also meant for him and Fouzy since they were born in January. I believe Nazri have already posted about that day so i shall just stop here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423980638988772546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/S0XZp1eFpMI/AAAAAAAADKQ/8fgcmovkJvo/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/S0XZqRCDFaI/AAAAAAAADKY/h-nj8askOIY/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423980646387357090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/S0XZqRCDFaI/AAAAAAAADKY/h-nj8askOIY/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last day of Sec One orientation! The sec ones are really really cute. :D Adik slackkkkkk only on the last day. Hahaha. I'm not so sure what happened to 1N1 cause i wasn't with them. But i'm sure they had fun? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is short cause it's late. Sorryyyy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8506003116781926727?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8506003116781926727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8506003116781926727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/01/adik-wanted-me-to-post-this-up-for-him.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/S0XZpKs7pkI/AAAAAAAADKA/e6xOskP97x4/s72-c/PC280140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6122683335301464518</id><published>2010-01-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:34:40.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. Family&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Education&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4th. CCA&lt;br /&gt;5th. SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I heard at first. Or something like that. But now, there's no time for family. Which is now like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. Education&lt;br /&gt;2nd. SC&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4th. CCA&lt;br /&gt;5th. Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything is a rush. Homework, don't have time. Plus no rest. Hmm. Today reached home at eight. Cause went to buy NCC stuffs. 1st week of school is surely not good. And I know, Promotion camp won't go out well. No, it will turn out bad. Punishments are allowed~ &amp;gt;:( I damn weak know. I think I weakest in NCC sia. Walao. Last time not so weak like thissssssssss~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Anyway, 1n1 was ok. 1st day was... not that good ah. 2nd day was better but there are some people trying to make a fool of themselves. So, I think that's about it. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6122683335301464518?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6122683335301464518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6122683335301464518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2010/01/priority.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1225235259508147015</id><published>2009-12-30T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:54:49.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays are ending soon. I'm looking forward to 2010 because of a lot of things. Homework still haven't finish though. Subject teachers are going to be mad, especially Mrs Foo and Ms Chia. Maybe 1 booking? Hope not, that would be an ugly way to start off. I think when my eye is not swollen, I will start doing my homework and try to finish everything. And I shall not procrastinate anymore. Just now there was SC meeting but I couldn't go because of my stupid eye. And i'm the IC, and don't know what to do, what's happening. Aqilah and Fouzy said they would help me. I don't know if I would do well. But there's one thing I know, I'M SO GONNA "BULLY" DANIAL! Haha. I'm gonna make him volunteer in games, that's for sure. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Been thinking on how to speak to the secondary ones. Hope they'll understand. I've never done these kind of jobs. But i'm gonna try. And I think... After helping 1N1 in Ole, i'm quitting SC. And I mean SC, not only exco. Because there's nothing else to do. I've done my job by then right? But well, it's not confirmed. So, maybe i'm staying. There's a lot of things to mention but I guess i'm gonna stop here. Chao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nazri (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna listen, you can turn the volume down of live like we're dying. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1225235259508147015?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1225235259508147015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1225235259508147015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-are-ending-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4206140365392136638</id><published>2009-12-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:30:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5.30. Ironed my clothes, bathed and packed all the things for ncc. Went out and went to the toilet in school to change to uniform. Halfway changing, Hariz came in. So waited for him to change. Went to the sea room and sat down. And the present strength was 9. Total strength 14. Pathetic or what sia. Lol. So, pt? Don't wanna talk about it. SOC and stuff. Unarmed combat was fun. Frisbee was boring. And then... DISMISSED. Well, thought of buying books but I was so late. So only bought uniform. And I saw Angeline working there. Lol.&amp;nbsp;After buying uniform, went home, bathed, and went out. Ran like mad sia. Was so late. Finally reached Harboufront. Went up the staircase. Noreen called. She asked me where I was and I said upstairs. She said ok we coming. Then i waited and waited. Then she called again saying she was downstairs. Went down, still cannot see her. Then she said she's upstairs, so i climb again. Then she said she is in the MRT station. o.o Waited for her and helped Fouzy carry the &lt;strike&gt;light&lt;/strike&gt; stuff. :D Then did the candles. Danial said they reached up already and I was trying to light the damned candles. But the wind was too strong. Then I was panicking... Didn't know where to hide. Hehe. So, finally hid behind the pillar. Saw Farhan slowly walking. Zzz. Then, surprise! Sang birthday song. Poured water at him. Hohoho! Ate the cake. Then decided to go to vivo and play with water. Play play play. Took alot of pictures! :D Then trained back to Yishun. We were holding on to each other so that if one falls, everyone will. Haha! Reached NP, Farhan and I went to GV to buy tickets. Then went to KFC to eat awhile. Back to GV and watched Alvin and the chipmunks 2. After that, went home, ate, and wrote this~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4206140365392136638?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4206140365392136638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4206140365392136638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2855249248599870680</id><published>2009-12-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:39:55.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School is starting in &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; days time.&amp;nbsp;It's so fastttttttttt! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, today was so-so. In the morning, thought of going rock climbing. Called Hariz and Fouzy. They said they aren't going so I didn't too. Hehe. Called Aqilah to ask her on where to meet cause I need to pass her the Tattoo Heaven book. And Fouzy, too. Met at Causeway at 12.10. Fouzy said he'd be late so I decided that i'd be later. HAHA! Reached there, saw Fouzy with his friends and Aqilah. Then passed her the book. Aqilah walked off. Talked to Fouzy awhile. He showed me his friend named Syafiqah. But I said Hariz's more pretty. Hahaha! Went to LJS to buy food. Went home, ate. Used the laptop. Then cleaned my room. Like serious cleaning. And arranged everything... Hehe. After that, bathed. Used the laptop again. Checked facebook. And blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yeah. Updated at last. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And MERRY &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;belated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHRISTMAS! HOHOHO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;presents? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2855249248599870680?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2855249248599870680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2855249248599870680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-is-starting-in-9-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8129788526345734119</id><published>2009-12-17T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:45:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two days ago... Farhan shah came to my house... OMG. my sister's friend lah. Played ps3 n wii. Didn't take pictures&amp;nbsp; ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8129788526345734119?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8129788526345734119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8129788526345734119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5219036920172562706</id><published>2009-12-14T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:33:27.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SyYwS7Sr_AI/AAAAAAAAC-o/hA_WyoZmJ6A/s1600-h/i+love+adik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415068703671450626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SyYwS7Sr_AI/AAAAAAAAC-o/hA_WyoZmJ6A/s400/i+love+adik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adik! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kakak's going off to Malaysia tomorrow. Take care of yourself when i'm gone okay? And, stop being lazyyyyyy~ (: I love you! And, i'll miss you. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kakak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5219036920172562706?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5219036920172562706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5219036920172562706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/adik-d-kakaks-going-off-to-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SyYwS7Sr_AI/AAAAAAAAC-o/hA_WyoZmJ6A/s72-c/i+love+adik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7670354482014822046</id><published>2009-12-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:40:14.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been looking at some old posts of mine. Well according to myself, I HAVE changed. Well, I think that's good enough. And in height, I have grown too! :) Ok, get to the point. I think last time I am more childish and stuffs. MORE. Ok lah I admit I still AM childish. But being childish is something good, I think. I want to be a kid again. Not a teenager. Life's difficult, especially in secondary school. The homework, and sometimes the arguments are frustrating. But i've been trying so hard to not fight with anyone. I don't like fighting, I only do when I have to. But I always apologise. I learned a lot of things in secondary one. Strangely, I liked the bad things more than the good things. The bad things made me more cautious on what I should avoid and what I should do. I realise that gossiping isn't good. But well, sometimes I do gossip like an aunty. But I am trying not to. I'm trying to start over a new leaf next year. Maybe you'll see me a bit different. Amanda says i'm more to the emo side? Is that true? I don't know. And life without internet? I think there's something behind it, or a lot of things. Maybe it's for me to open up my eyes and see how vast the world may be. People change, but I love change. It's interesting. But as I move on, i'm trying to keep one thing to myself. My straightforwardness. Being straightforward is rather easy for me. I like being straightforward. But nowadays, I don't think I am. I think to turn over a new leaf, i'm gonna start by saying sorry to everyone. I realised that people need second chance. So to everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, sorry. And if that's not enough, listen to Not Your Enemy by Jesse McCartney. It's like a 'sorry' song. It's nice, cause the singer is Jesse. (: Okay, I think this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7670354482014822046?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7670354482014822046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7670354482014822046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-looking-at-some-old-posts-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2923960462858911998</id><published>2009-12-09T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:47:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even now, i don't know what i was doing yesterday... Life hasn't been turning out well nowadays. Well, i think that is all to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2923960462858911998?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2923960462858911998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2923960462858911998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-now-i-dont-know-what-i-was-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-959702332446612897</id><published>2009-12-08T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:37:35.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sx5kbikW-4I/AAAAAAAAC84/wEo9eqmi6Ew/s1600-h/4697740079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412874226444467074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sx5kbikW-4I/AAAAAAAAC84/wEo9eqmi6Ew/s400/4697740079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adik, thank you for today. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-959702332446612897?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/959702332446612897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/959702332446612897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/adik-thank-you-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sx5kbikW-4I/AAAAAAAAC84/wEo9eqmi6Ew/s72-c/4697740079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3256470403627622369</id><published>2009-12-08T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:35:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;babi stupid singapore vote sezairi and sylvia. cock eye or what sia tabitha is obviously better. OMG IM GOING NUTS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3256470403627622369?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3256470403627622369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3256470403627622369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/babi-stupid-singapore-vote-sezairi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8684088383440832417</id><published>2009-12-08T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:47:16.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Open your arms, I'm not like the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So don't fight it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What will it take for me&amp;nbsp;to make&amp;nbsp;you to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not your enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-I'm Not Your Enemy, Jesse McCartney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today was quite fun. SC was finally fun. Tested out the games and everything. I love scissors paper stone. And we won. Haha. Captain's ball too. Juniors vs Seniors, Mr Loke said Juniors win lah. Haha. Then went home by 858. Ifwat took the same bus. Chatted in the bus, laughed here and there. It's about the Edward and Jacob stuffs. Then, went home. Bathed and chatted with kakak. Then now, playing ultimate alliance 2 on Ps3. It's fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8684088383440832417?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8684088383440832417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8684088383440832417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-your-arms-im-not-like-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1083690143950785128</id><published>2009-12-06T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:38:54.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ninth Day, 25 Nov, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.30. Checked my phone, saw Fouzy's message. Called him and he said Noreen and him were already in the MRT and I woke up so late. Oh man, it's only 8.30. That's like the earliest I could wake up without anyone waking me up. So, bathed and went out. It's the chingay bannerart competition. It was held at the National Library at Bugis there. Went to support Adik lah. Haha. So, finally, reached Bugis and saw Noreen and Fouzy going down the escalator while I went up. So I went down and met them at guardian. They were trying to get a small change to donate to the SJAB. Took pictures. Went to the national library and saw Zarreen painting. Sat down, talked. Walked around the library. Ifwat came. Soon, it was lunch time. Ate. Then dismissed. Rushed to GV at North Point. Met Chee Hui, Si Hui and Hamizah. Watched 2012. They said I was late. Why do I always get the title of being late? Haiz... So, watched. Halfway had to go to the toilet. And had to go out of the cinema. Went to toilet and then in to the cinema. I didn't bring the ticket with me so they brought me inside. I couldn't see where was my seat. They were so laughing at me. Embarrassing. Haha. So, after that. Walked around, and lan-ed with Chee Hui. Went home and did the usual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth day, 26 Nov, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning. Played PS3. In the afternoon, packed up. Bathed and went out. Going to Kota Tinggi to celebrate Hari Raya Haji there. Sounds so boring. Kampong? Omg. How boring could it be. Well, that's what I thought at first. So, the bus was awesomely fast. The jam... So frustrating. So when we cleared the jam, we were all dancing in the bus. Haha. Reached the kampong. It's so big. And watched television. Saw this baby, her name was Aisha. So cute manzx. Didn't take picture of her. And she's so clever. If she wants to drink, she would say "degghhhhhringg!". So clever right. Know english le. Then, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleventh day, 27 Nov, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and bathed. The water was so cold. Wore baju kurong cause it's hari raya haji. In the morning, went to the mosque for raya prayers. After awhile went back. And it's so fun man. Ride-d on the motorcycle. So fast. And fun!!! The scenery. Oh my god. It's so wonderful. Went back to the kampong. Changed, and slept. Woke up, walked around and looked and cows being slaughtered. It's violent. The blood could fill 3 1.5litres bottles, or more. Wow. It's very gory. I was like "ooooh.." Haha. Went 'home', and slept, again. Then went to the mosque again, took motorcycle again for friday prayers. Went back home and slacked. In the evening, went to kota to shop. Bought things. Ate at KFC. Went back home, played with the fish, and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelfth day, 28 Nov, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Jasman's marriage. Went to Mersing. Was 2 hours from Kota Tinggi. Slept in the car. Brought chocolates and sweets. Craved for one but cannot eat la. Haha. Reached there, the 'ceremony' started. After that, ate. Then we saw all the chickens, ducks. All the animals. Went to the sea there. What a nice scenery la. The sun was so big. After that, ate again. We seriously had fun. Man... It's like. I didn't knew living in a village would be so fun. Went back home. Another 2 hours. The car was going for like 120 km / h. Fast right, i think. I don't know anything about cars. Well... Haha. Reached home. Slept. In the evening, went kota again. Ate at pizza hut. Some service there. So pathetic. Lol. Reached home. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteenth day, 29 Nov, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, packed our bags. My Cik Sarip gave us this siwak. It's a kind of wood which people used to brush their teeth. He said he bought it from India. He also told us that he was once a drug addict. And he changed after he met and accident. It's really interesting to hear his stories. But, we had to go off. Went to the waterfall first. Played around. And there were fishes which would bite your legs like Dr. Fish. They clean your legs. Haha. Then, went back to Singapore. Reached home. Oh how I missed my house. Blah blah blah. Still, no internet. Cleaned my house. And slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteenth day, 30 Nov, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything. Well. Nothing to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteenth day, 1 Dec, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan-ed with Chee Hui in the morning. In the evening, messaged Noreen that I came back on Sunday. She didn't know lah. Haha. Went Sembawang to get the modem. But haven't buy router uh. So can only use 1 laptop at a time. My mum and uncle received 2 free touch-screen handphones which cost 400+ dollars. Wow. Haha. Then my uncle said if I could keep the house clean for 1 week, he would buy us the starhub tv. YES! So, went home and cleaned my house first, then played the laptop. So finally, internet is BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off, i'm gonna thank the people who helped me through the days without internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amanda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chee Hui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farhan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fouzy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hariz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ifwat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noreen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sihui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sheereen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Zarreen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1083690143950785128?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1083690143950785128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1083690143950785128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/ninth-day-25-nov-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3150988375142303513</id><published>2009-12-04T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:10:29.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SxkcSqnW3SI/AAAAAAAAC8o/KSuBGTAqjrA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411387534264950050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SxkcSqnW3SI/AAAAAAAAC8o/KSuBGTAqjrA/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to watched New Moon today! :D Although Adik watched it already, he still accompanied us. :D I love Adik! :D The show was awesome and actually, Jacob quite hot ah. Hahahaa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met at the ticket counter at about 3.15pm. Adik, I'm so so so sorry for arriving late! ): Sorry i caused you to be hungry. ): SORRY! ): We bought the tickets and waited for some other people to arrive. Sheereen had to wait for Farhan so Ifwat waited for them while the rest of us went in first. :D The show was awesome la. :D I don't care what Adik thinks of it. It's awesome. :D Hahaha. After the show, we took pictures and made our way to Northpoint to eat. Ate at Sakuraaaaa! Oh yeah, Adik and Ifwat were acting like Vampires and Werewolves. Very funny! Adik vampire. Ifwat werewolve. Ifwat makes a very very bad werewolve. HAHA. And and and, Adik! You should wear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more often! :D We went back home after eating. Adik and Ifwat went back together cause they both stay in Woodlands. Yes, they came all the way down to Yishun just to eat with us and then go back. So sweet right? :D I love Adik! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before i end, Adik wants me to say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE KAKAK! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3150988375142303513?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3150988375142303513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3150988375142303513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-went-to-watched-new-moon-today-d.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SxkcSqnW3SI/AAAAAAAAC8o/KSuBGTAqjrA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5888023246841637806</id><published>2009-12-02T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:46:34.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SxY3VhuKmUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m7Miu1FcnRI/s1600-h/Photo0237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SxY3VhuKmUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m7Miu1FcnRI/s320/Photo0237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh how this brings back memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i'm lolling so hard now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5888023246841637806?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5888023246841637806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5888023246841637806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-how-this-brings-back-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SxY3VhuKmUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m7Miu1FcnRI/s72-c/Photo0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7783348199789640216</id><published>2009-12-01T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:02:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ADIK! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WELCOME BACKKKKKKKKKKKK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i missed yooou ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adik, many things happened when you were gone. And really, i wanted you to be there when everything happened. ): But everything is fine now i think. I'll definately talk to you when i have problems. So don't say i don't talk to you! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410297252131845074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SxU8r5KXM9I/AAAAAAAAC5s/_xDudUY3E_o/s400/%E2%99%A5+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410297634623549250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SxU9CKDfb0I/AAAAAAAAC50/B4TeNriW2S0/s400/%E2%99%A5+177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We should really go to the Zoo again! And SSC! :D I miss going out with you la. ♥ I'll update again tomorrow. I love yoou! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, i know you want to say, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE KAKAK! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7783348199789640216?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7783348199789640216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7783348199789640216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/adik-welcome-backkkkkkkkkkkk-d-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SxU8r5KXM9I/AAAAAAAAC5s/_xDudUY3E_o/s72-c/%E2%99%A5+156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7593961941103939244</id><published>2009-12-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:43:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The times without internet part 1</title><content type='html'>The times without internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, 17 Nov, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about eight. I jumped off my bed and went to the toilet to bathe. Went back to my room to on my laptop. To my surprise, there's no internet connection. (oh my jaya) I called my mum to ask her why. She said she is changing from Singtel to Starhub. She also said that she is going to do that on Monday, which was next week. The first thing that came to my mind was, wth? MONDAY?! It's like one week manzx. So after that, talked awhile and hanged up. So, took out my PSP and charged it. There were no interesting games in it. Awww. My brother and I then went out to Causeway Point to find games. Lol. And we saw this PSP Go. So cool man. Walked around, found nothing. Then in the end, his friend called him and sold my brother his PS3 for $100. It's brand new, not opened yet. Including two games and two controllers. WOW MAN. It is sooooo cheap. Went home and play play play play play until night. And slept. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, 18 Nov, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and realised I was late for kayaking. Well, I just can't simply be early for something and I don't know why. I've been Mr. Late this few days. Or I think it is this few weeks? Or months, or years... Well I don't know, maybe somebody is cursing me. Lol. So, reached there, then KH, our instructor, led me to the cabinet to put my bag. Walked back to the sea there and had a briefing on rescuing. Then, took our kayaks and went somewhere far away from the shore. My team was Fouzy, Fatin and Fathiha(?). Triple F's. Lol. First to capsize was Fathiha. Rescuer was Fouzy, assistant was Fatin. I was the observer. I was next to capsize. And there was a crack on my kayak which made it sink. My instructor pulled it. And he was shaking damn mad. It means it's very very heavy. (: After that, Fathiha capsized again. Then Fouzy capsized. Fatin didn't since she demonstrated something small just now. Haha. Then, kayak and kayak until very tired. Oh yeah, we caught a catfish. Lol. Fouzy was like, distracting me by saying, "ehk naz..." Hahaha. Then kayak back. Instructor taught us this thing. Is for like... When a wave is coming, you know how to like, bounce back? Haha. Don't know how to describe it. My English not power la. After that went back to shore, and released. Bathed and went to eat with Fouzy, Hariz, Shahirah and Alfiah. After eating, went home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, 19 Nov, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOREEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning. Had to clean the SC room. Clean clean clean. After that, saw Noreen. It was her birthday! (: Hariz and I went to KFC to eat while the rest went to god-knows-where. Hariz said that he cannot go. Aww. Went home, changed and headed to Yishun MRT station. They said I was late. Not ok. :D Went to SSC for nothing. First went to the water theme park to play there but, it was closed. Fouzy and I tried to open it but it didn't open. The door is very tough, even we cannot open it. Haha. Then went to accompany Jordan to buy his sandals. Next, decided to go Admiralty Park. Took a bus to Causeway Point and walked to near Republic Poly there. Then, asked Aqilah if we could go to her house and she said yes. So, we went. There were a lot of earthworms. Halfway through, we met Sheereen and Farhan. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that there was Fouzy, Noreen, Zarreen, Ifwat, me&amp;nbsp;and Jordan. After meeting them, 8 people including me.&amp;nbsp;Played fishing. I was so engrossed man. If you want to see how engrossed I was, check it out in Facebook and click on my pictures. It's there. (: Then, played soccer. I fell like three times cause it just rained and its so slippery. I can't play very well. ): Aqilah laughed at me. ): Haha. Went home. Ate, and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day, 20 Nov, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AQILAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, forgot what I did. o.o I think I went Lan today. Oh yes, I did. Yeah, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day, 21 Nov, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went rock climbing. Climbed and then Noreen came. We went to the boulder gym and had a talk. Talk talk talk. Oh yeah, the "we" is Hariz and Fouzy and me. Hariz was listening to songs then we suddenly look at him and he look at us then he was like, huh? And we laughed. He is a blur sotong. Blob blob~ Talk talk talk, then climbed a bit. After it finished, decided to eat. Met Farhan while the girls went home and took money. We were waiting for Ifwat to bathe. Then we walked to Northpoint to wait for the girls. At first, they said they were waiting for the bus. Next, they were in the bus. Next, they were waiting for the bus. What? Lol. Finally, they came. Then ate at KFC. Wanted to go Tampines at first but, went to Yishun Park for a few minutes cause Fouzy had to go soon and I followed him. Went home, played PS3 until night and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth day, 22 Nov, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went somewhere with my brother. Ate at mcdonalds for breakfast. Went home, my other brother was home from NS. He was playing PS3 and I joined him. Played till night. Funny sia. He so noisy. We played Fifa 10 and I keep on getting red cards for tackling aimlessly. Haiya... Good times... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh day, 23 Nov, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do... Hmm. I think I went lan again with Chee Hui. We owned some noobs in Blackshot. It's so fun. (: So yeah, just did that till noon. Ate and went home. Did the same things... Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eigth day, 24 Nov, Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Sihui and Amanda at Northpoint mcdonalds. Sihui messaged me to message her early when i'm reaching.&amp;nbsp;I wrote that i'll be reaching in 7 mins and she went out. Reached mcdonalds and saw Amanda. Sihui said that I was faster than her. Of course man. I'm always faster. Then, went to her house to find the booklist for the English thing. But she lost it. So did I. And Amanda. So we called a lot of people and finally, Zarreen. She messaged us the whole of booklist. Went to the library and not even a book was there. Chee hui came soon and went inside. Sihui and Amanda wasn't there. Talk talk talk, Amanda smsed me to ask me where I was. I told her and she came in. The library worker shooshed me and Chee Hui and soon, he stared at us and we left. Then, Chee hui and I went to lan, again. Played, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still want to update my blog please do so. you know who im referring to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7593961941103939244?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7593961941103939244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7593961941103939244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/times-without-internet-part-1.html' title='The times without internet part 1'/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3355846993759533939</id><published>2009-11-29T11:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:24:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hello smello! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik is being a good adik and is here to post again (: Wheeee~ Hmm, abang is off somewhere in malaysia): I miss him alreadyyyyyyyyyy. Wish abang a safe trip and a safe return ♥ Me love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you veryyyyyyyy much for coming down to Bugis just to support me :D Even though you were going to meet your friends later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, short post eyh, no mood to find pictures. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so byeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ABANG LOVES ADIK&lt;/span&gt; . :D&lt;br /&gt;Zarreen~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3355846993759533939?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3355846993759533939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3355846993759533939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-wello-d-adik-is-being-good-adik.html' title=''/><author><name>ZARREEN.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7c3Eu8Mkw8/TqeZI6QZKBI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AXdBbn357bM/s220/295999_10150414171576103_759846102_9879579_1291798956_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5522609219971985362</id><published>2009-11-27T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:02:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25th November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to support Zarreen and gang for the Chingay thingy at National Library. Yes, Adik was late as usual. Haha. Fouzy and I met him at Bugis station and walked to the library. Adik and Fouzy were supposed to help and they were VERY helpful by distracting the rest while they were painting. Haha. We got kinda bored and Fouzy suggested we visited the library. We went up, up and up and couldn't find any books. Instead, we were kicked out of this cafe in the library which wasn't opened yet. Pfffft. So, we took photos outside the stupid cafe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408641686420008290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sw9a9SRvLWI/AAAAAAAAC4U/GTWJoammtUc/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down after that and back to the place where they were painting at. Took photos and talked. Then, Ifwat came and we talked. Ms Chia kept asking why he came. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sw9a9lhZlsI/AAAAAAAAC4c/wkBzqiSIk3o/s1600/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408641691585976002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sw9a9lhZlsI/AAAAAAAAC4c/wkBzqiSIk3o/s320/DSC01610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adik went off first cause he needed to meet his friends. The rest of us headed to Aqilah's house. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Adik went off to Malaysia. ): First Fadhil. Now Adik. ): Oh welllllls, Adik has gone to this kampong in Malaysia and he's scared he wouldn't survive because there's no computer and so on. But relaxing whaaaaat! So much better than Singapore. But anyways, i'm missing Adik already. ): COME BACK SOON OKAAAAAAAAY! Faster faster! I love yoou! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and, as usual. Adik wants me to say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE KAKAK! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dik, come back safely okay? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5522609219971985362?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5522609219971985362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5522609219971985362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/25th-november-2009-we-went-to-support.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Sw9a9SRvLWI/AAAAAAAAC4U/GTWJoammtUc/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2304072995586397009</id><published>2009-11-24T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:24:55.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swva8JbggPI/AAAAAAAAC20/LVnFqjphcV4/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407656504446714098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swva8JbggPI/AAAAAAAAC20/LVnFqjphcV4/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adik, i know you didn't like the Gunung Lambak trip but, i missed it. A lot. I missed spending time with all of you. Really. During the trip, all of you helped me a lot. During the trek, you didn't leave me behind eventhough i was freaking slow. And because of that, every other group overtook us. Know, even my own classmates won't do that for me. Non of them would want to group with me cause i'm slow. You know right? All of them calls me slow/snail/tortoise. It's freaking irritating sometimes. But you all. Instead of calling me names and all, i got encouragement from all of you. And, i would really like to thank you all for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've learnt &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; through that trip. Like, i finally know what good friends are like. Yes, i have two best friends. But, we're sort of apart because of me, being in a different school. (but of course, we're still close) What i meant is that, after being in AI for 2 years, i finally felt that actually, having friends ain't that bad. Since the day i stepped into AI, i kinda got hurt by some people. People who made friends with me because of Papa. Because they wanted to get special treatment from him. So, i didn't want to make friends. Until i met you, and the rest. Especially you, Aqilah and Fouzy. You guys were always there for me. And, i thank you all for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know i'm being very long winded but, i realise that i couldn't write all this in my own blog. And also, i find it easier to express my feelings in Adik's blog. Sorry if i'm so called "spamming" your blog with my own emotions! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, enough of being emotional. Adik! I said you&lt;strong&gt; LOOKED&lt;/strong&gt; innocent. I didn't say you were. Hahhaa. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, Adik wants me to say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE KAKAK! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I forgot to write my name. But i'm sure you all know who i am right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2304072995586397009?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2304072995586397009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2304072995586397009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/adik-i-know-you-didnt-like-gunung.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swva8JbggPI/AAAAAAAAC20/LVnFqjphcV4/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5039876356035355171</id><published>2009-11-23T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:11:57.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. Nazri here. Yes, i'm posting again at lan. I'm actually irritated by my mum because she said that she is buying the modem today but she didn't. So I went here to chill. (: So... A lot of people been posting about emotional stuffs especially Fouzy. Lol. Yes, Fouzy, you have changed in a lot of ways. And the most obvious one is, you look more skinnier. Ha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now do you think i've changed from the start of sec 1? Noreen says I was more innocent last time. I don't think so. Primary 6, you should've asked my friends how naughty I was. Right, zee? And yeah, this year, friends are awesome. They even help me to blog. Cool eh? Haha. Ok lah, time is running out. GTG! Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5039876356035355171?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5039876356035355171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5039876356035355171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-875695806814723539</id><published>2009-11-23T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:32:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nazri's awesome Kakak is here to post again! :D Waaah, i think Adik don't have to update his blog anymore. Hahaha! We're helping him to keep his blog aliveeee! And of course, by doing that, we have to show funny funny pictures! :D Okay, it's actually not so funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407270905043428658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swp8PTtrJTI/AAAAAAAAC2k/gt_Ql6g9IUE/s320/Sport+Climbing+cum+Ole+One+campfire+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIKKK! WHY YOU LOOK SO SCARED OF MEEEE?! Hahaha, remember this picture? We were at Safraaa! I think it was the first few practices for Sport Climbing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swp8PmP50QI/AAAAAAAAC2s/5okerhvOvRk/s1600/Sport+Climbing+cum+Ole+One+campfire+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407270910018834690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swp8PmP50QI/AAAAAAAAC2s/5okerhvOvRk/s320/Sport+Climbing+cum+Ole+One+campfire+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember thissssss? :D I kept wanting to take a picture of you and Zarreen. HAHA. And Adik, your hair cute knowww! Hahaha! And and and, you looked so innocent last timeee! Now.... Not as much la. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Zarreen, yes. It's long enough. Hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adikkkkk, i miss yoooou! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You want to say that you love Kakak a lot right? Okay! I help you write big big! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE KAKAK! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-875695806814723539?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/875695806814723539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/875695806814723539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/nazris-awesome-kakak-is-here-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swp8PTtrJTI/AAAAAAAAC2k/gt_Ql6g9IUE/s72-c/Sport+Climbing+cum+Ole+One+campfire+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-328580830508225828</id><published>2009-11-23T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:09:17.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABANG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm backkkkkk to post! Haha, i see all of them post, i feel so guilty not posting as well. Ha, you see, your adik so good, i posted in your blog before i post in mine. Aren't i awesome or what :D Haha! Ok, enough of fikuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also see all of them(actually both of them) posting pictures, and i feel that i also need to post pictures too y'know y'know. HA, peer pressure la. And you know, i just realised my computer don't have any pictures of the two of us. Because i had to delete all my files thanks to &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt;(my brother). So now, i have to look through my hard drive to find your picture. See, your adik would go through all the difficulties just to find your picture. I am so awesome. Wheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407236043775239330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlX8N0Ry5P4/SwpciHXpZKI/AAAAAAAABG4/bJsJs5s-WAU/s320/4333_101676701102_759846102_2561842_5336507_n.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Haha! Remember the time at the zoo? I fell down in the bus when i was trying to lie down and sleep? Remember? Of course you do. Haha. You won't forget that embarrassing scene of me falling down ever right. Remember when we were playing in the water park at ssc? Noreen and I tried to carry you and then we got scolded by the security guard? Good times, good times. Haha! Aqilah's phrases rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407236046248391938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlX8N0Ry5P4/SwpciQlStQI/AAAAAAAABHA/SX0P6fF1Z6A/s320/549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh and remember when you keep falling when playing soccer on Noreen's birthday? Ok, how can you forget, it happened only days ago. Well whatever. :) Look who's the one falling now eyh ;D Besides, you fall 2 more times more than me right haha! Yeah, i counted, but i don't know if i counted correctly or not. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkk, i think i'm ending here. Noreen! Long enough of a post for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazri wants to remind you all that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HE LOVES HIS ADIK ALOTALOT :D&lt;/span&gt; and he is going to belanja her &lt;strong&gt;donuts&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edited one minute after posting}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, i forgot to tell you guys that it's Zarreen who posted this post. So there, Zarreen posted this post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jet'aime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-328580830508225828?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/328580830508225828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/328580830508225828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/abang-hello-im-backkkkkk-to-post-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ZARREEN.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7c3Eu8Mkw8/TqeZI6QZKBI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AXdBbn357bM/s220/295999_10150414171576103_759846102_9879579_1291798956_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlX8N0Ry5P4/SwpciHXpZKI/AAAAAAAABG4/bJsJs5s-WAU/s72-c/4333_101676701102_759846102_2561842_5336507_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4703236234234288116</id><published>2009-11-23T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:53:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQhM761SlBc/SwowqNhOttI/AAAAAAAAARU/8L7HF18Z-xw/s1600/Noreen+and+Nazri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQhM761SlBc/SwowqNhOttI/AAAAAAAAARU/8L7HF18Z-xw/s400/Noreen+and+Nazri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407187804353378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, This is fouzy btw. And Nazri, see this picture? Haha, i find ur face funny. Hehehe. And ur sweating. Haha. Okay, i won't disturb u longer, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQhM761SlBc/SwowuW6KcKI/AAAAAAAAARc/T6NeXSwVJKU/s1600/Study+at+LGS+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQhM761SlBc/SwowuW6KcKI/AAAAAAAAARc/T6NeXSwVJKU/s400/Study+at+LGS+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407187875593351330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this photo? Haha, me, Nazri, Noreen and Zarreen were studying at LGS and this aunty kept staring at us coz i pointed the camera at her. But i didn't do it on purpose what. See lah, she think her eye pretty. Bluh! Haha, kay. GTG guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fouzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4703236234234288116?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4703236234234288116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4703236234234288116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/haha-this-is-fouzy-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhd Fouzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504060694842859798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQhM761SlBc/SwowqNhOttI/AAAAAAAAARU/8L7HF18Z-xw/s72-c/Noreen+and+Nazri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6370541697108044491</id><published>2009-11-22T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:37:22.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SwkCSA732ZI/AAAAAAAAC2c/jkiFvT6AKlQ/s1600/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406855336147016082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SwkCSA732ZI/AAAAAAAAC2c/jkiFvT6AKlQ/s320/elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adikkkk! :D Remember thisssss? :D I'm here to help you post again! Helping you post very fun ah. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dik, you very bad knowww. Although somehow it's kinda true but still, ): cannot like that. People tell me that i'm naive. But i don't think i am. It's more of mature thinking. *ahemahem! Hahaha! Not everything is his fault. We're at fault too cause we shouldn't treat him like that. Very bad.. Ignoring him like that already made me feel bad. So, treat him like normal again okay? This is to Fouzy also! Please? Talk to him when you've cooled down okay? I love you twooo! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adik! My cheese fries! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-NOREEN ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6370541697108044491?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6370541697108044491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6370541697108044491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/adikkkk-d-remember-thisssss-d-im-here.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/SwkCSA732ZI/AAAAAAAAC2c/jkiFvT6AKlQ/s72-c/elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8580110831279915148</id><published>2009-11-22T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:25:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people!! Fouzy here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wathcing HANNAH MONTANNA now. Hahah, and webcmaming NOREEN! Abang. Haha, Nazri, where's my pizza? Okay, crap. Haha, i donno what to post lahh. But i just post ahh. Okay, i think my post kinda short. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8580110831279915148?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8580110831279915148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8580110831279915148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-people-fouzy-here-haha-wathcing.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhd Fouzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504060694842859798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8196101121518100124</id><published>2009-11-22T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:25:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO~ Nazri here... Like finally. Btw, in lan now. Haha. Thanks Fouzy, Zarreen and Noreen for helping me to update. And Zee, I don't bribe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored right now. Just a message to somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate yourself so much, go and think about what you should to now. Apologising in blog doesn't work in life. If you like a girl, seriously man, don't try too hard. The moment you try to hard, it'll be the end. And somehow, I laughed looking at you desporately trying to get her attention. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8196101121518100124?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8196101121518100124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8196101121518100124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-nazri-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2620481541054373335</id><published>2009-11-21T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:44:05.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swff4vL5RwI/AAAAAAAAC2M/fySdd6zMsQ4/s1600/4697740079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406536043513595650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swff4vL5RwI/AAAAAAAAC2M/fySdd6zMsQ4/s320/4697740079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOREEN! :D Nazri doesn't have internet at home so his awesome Kakak is here to help him. Okay, i know i'm posting the latest. xD Andandand, Adik! Remember this pictureeee? We took it when we were studying at LJS and got eyed by this lady sitting at the opposite table! Hahaha! Good times, good times.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants to say that he loveloveloveeeees his Kakak A LOT! And he's going to treat me &lt;strong&gt;cheese fries&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahaha, okay that's crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for rockclimbing today! Nazri, Fouzy, Hariz and I went to the boulder gym to slackkk~ I didn't have the mood to climb so i joined them. (: Hariz was practically climbing up and down the walls in the boulder gym while the rest of us were talking about the past. What happened and what actually happened. Haha, complicated. After that, we went for lunch at KFC cause Papa and Mama were going out. So Mama couldn't cook for them. After that, we were actually planning to go to Tampines. But yes, it was too far and i was lazyy. I had this feeling in my heart that i shouldn't go either. I don't know why i had that feeling too. Nazri was 'begging' me to go. Haha. In the end, we didn't go. Shortly after that, i got a text message. After reading it, i didn't have that weird feeling anymore. But, i'm still glad that we didn't go cause it's seriously very far. We headed to Yishun Park after that and played the swings with Nazri! :D About 10 minutes later, Fouzy received a call from his Mom, asking him to go back home. Luckily we didn't go Tampines righhhht? (: Nazri went off with him. So yeah, we were together till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, Nazri wants me to say.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE KAKAK! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2620481541054373335?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2620481541054373335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2620481541054373335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-noreen-d-nazri-doesnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>noreen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00776307594596771752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIr0tHfQrzY/Swff4vL5RwI/AAAAAAAAC2M/fySdd6zMsQ4/s72-c/4697740079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4675052715575209211</id><published>2009-11-21T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:42:38.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello there everyone!&lt;/strong&gt; Nazri there can't post so Zarreen here is so kind as to help him post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my abang's behalf i'm gonna wish both &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;noreen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aqilah&lt;/span&gt; a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they enjoyed the outing we planned for them and also the presents And yeah i also hope that noreen is ok and alive and kicking Be happy ok noona&lt;a href="http://www.tech-faq.com/emoticons/happiness/emoticons.shtml"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.tech-faq.com/emoticons/happiness/Content_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yeah today we all went rock climbing and then lunch it was fun haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps Relax, Fouzy, relax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tech-faq.com/emoticons/funny-emoticons/emoticons.shtml"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.tech-faq.com/emoticons/funny-emoticons/ewhz.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4675052715575209211?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4675052715575209211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4675052715575209211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-there-everyone-nazri-there-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>ZARREEN.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7c3Eu8Mkw8/TqeZI6QZKBI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AXdBbn357bM/s220/295999_10150414171576103_759846102_9879579_1291798956_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5142948207378446861</id><published>2009-11-21T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:01:33.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people!! Fouzy here. (: Nazri just wanted to say that he going to belanja me pizza. (: *winks at Nazri. Haha, since Nazri have no internet access at home, I'm being a good friend and help him post. See, good rite? (: Nazri, you should thank me. Haha, so i donno what to post. Except that we went to rock climbing today and a bastard just came and ruined the whole day. He's sorry, but do i forgive him? I don't know. Hehe, you all donno what i talking about rite? Nvm, just read my blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. If you read this post, so sorry to have wasted 2 minutes of ur life(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5142948207378446861?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5142948207378446861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5142948207378446861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-people-fouzy-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhd Fouzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504060694842859798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-904770131065901193</id><published>2009-11-16T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:06:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin, AGAIN. Haha.................. Nothing to post about. Kayaking was so fun. Lol. So...................... Bye lah. Just updating. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Amanda, thank you. You are the greatest sister i haveee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-904770131065901193?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/904770131065901193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/904770131065901193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/changed-blogskin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7723424870697857329</id><published>2009-11-14T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:03:59.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously feel like quitting SC. I'm sick and tired of everything. I can't even enjoy the holidays. It's just the same routine i'm doing everyday. Go out in the morning for SC until 7(i reach home at that time), bathe, eat, and sleep. And Mr Loke said, "The time i'm taking from you is the time where you use it to hang out with your friends." ISN'T IT HOLIDAYS? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have quitted SC, you're so lucky. So, right now, tired of &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;'competitions', tired of Mr Loke's discouragements, tired of the misunderstandings, tired of going out in the morning and do stupid stuffs, tired of bad remarks, and many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, i've been enduring all of these for&amp;nbsp;1 year. So, should I quit, or should I not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-n.Jr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7723424870697857329?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7723424870697857329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7723424870697857329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-seriously-feel-like-quitting-sc.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8919765577878834089</id><published>2009-11-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:50:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AMANDA TAN HUI TENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY SIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nothing brings me down when you're around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like zero gravity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world just disappears when you're here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's zero gravity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;-zero gravity, david archuleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8919765577878834089?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8919765577878834089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8919765577878834089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/amanda-tan-hui-teng-happy-13th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5789557879493395220</id><published>2009-11-10T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:56:42.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday's recce was so-so. Southern Ridges was&amp;nbsp;very very boring. But Marina Barrage was fun because Hariz and I keep on taking photos. Then he took this photo of himself with a finger on his lips. And he put it as his wallpaper. The face right, like so confident seh. Lol. After taking photos, went to the fountain area to play with water. The first victim was Hariz. We pulled him to the floor and splashed water. Then, it was Ifwat. Followed by me (i think). Was seriously having fun. Then the others came and we took pictures. Went to the toilet and there was this thing which dried us up. I mean the hair, only. Lol. After that, went back home. Uncle bought mega mcspicy for me. After eating, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sucked. When we reached Yishun MRT station, Mr Loke said cannot wear anything other than school uniform or SC t-shirt. Then must go home and change. WTF?! I actually don't want to go out le, but my mum asked me to lor. Bukit Timah Hill. So boring sia. Walk up and down. Like idiot. ... After that, went to Tanah Merah. Got 1 guy near me seriously very stoopid. Nvm. Ate. I ate mee soto and 2 cups of bandung. :D After that, NEWater tour. Walk walk walk. Went home took MRT. Reached home and wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;i don't entertain these kind of nonsensical crap. if you want attention, i'll give it to you by a slap. don't show rubbish here. you think by doing that everybody will sympathise you and keep on consoling you? you think i'm THAT nice to do that?! grow up, kid. you keep disturbing people till they're angry and still can make fun of it but when people disturb you, the drama goes on. your fcuk face, you think so funny ah.. seriously la eh, in the future, try doing that again and people around you won't even budge to help you. be independent, you can't always depend on somebody else. and your lies. it's so f obvious that you are lying. you said you were sick. wtf man?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5789557879493395220?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5789557879493395220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5789557879493395220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/mondays-recce-was-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1647135163181658276</id><published>2009-11-08T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:12:34.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all... &lt;br /&gt;BOOMZ&amp;nbsp;JOB SC'S. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Had the UF thingie in the morning. Freaking nervous lah. Shaking leh. I was saying to myself, "scary sia." Then the teachers heard it and laughed. Omg. After that, went outside. Happy to hear that Mr Wong said that it was fantastic. And so did Dr. Adrian Yeo and Mr Loke. Happy la. After that got food. Eat eat eat. Took bus to Yishun MRT. Ate at Sakura with Hakim, Sam, Malini, Farhan and Fouzy. After eating, went library. Hakim and I played a game there. I lost. He keep on teasing me sia. Then, got 1 boy went to his dad and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy : pa! you won't believe what i got!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dad : what?&lt;br /&gt;boy : GHOST RIDER!!!!! *while showing his dad the ghost rider book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan said, "loser sia." Lol. It was very funny man. Went home, uncle asked if I wanted to follow to East Coast to eat. Was really lazy lah. In the end I followed. Took taxi. Ate. Very full still force myself to eat. Haha. Then we destroyed some of the sandcastles there. My uncle go throw me on one of them. Haha. Played with water. Then went home. Used laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really bored lah. Changed songs to...&lt;br /&gt;My Love - Westlife (hakim always sing it)&lt;br /&gt;Time For Miracles - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;Body Language - Jesse Mccartney Ft. T-pain&lt;br /&gt;I Got A Feeling - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do. So, byebye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder how, i wonder why, i wonder where they are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1647135163181658276?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1647135163181658276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1647135163181658276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-660169345818223251</id><published>2009-11-06T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:01:23.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GUNUNG LAMBAK OFFICIALLY SUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-due to some teachers, though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what's worse? ELMO IS MISSING? WTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nevermind, it's time to let him go. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAY 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with my big bag. Reached school and saw Amanda. Called Fouzy and I offered to help him pack his bag. Walked to his house. By the time we reached there, he already packed it. -.- Went back to school. Amanda had choir. Fouzy and I then went to North Point since I was hungry. He belanja-ed me. Walked around. Top up ez link card. Went back to school, saw a lot of people. After awhile, bus came, went to Tanjong Pagar Train Station. At first we had to carry 2 safari beds, which were so *toot* heavy. Then I placed them at the floor. Mdm Low (i think it's spelt as that) tripped over it but didn't fall. She blamed me for it. She said, "Now you have hit my leg. How?" Like wth sia. I just put there and she tripped over it. Then blame me. Be proactive man. Blame yourself for your own mistakes. After that, I talked to Hariz in malay and she scolded me. She asked me to speak english. Then right, she spoke in chinese to Mr Loke then Noreen and I said that she is also not speaking english. She told Mr Loke and I got scolded. Heck care la! ... Reached the station, Hariz belanja me chicken rice. Moments later, rode the train. Like finally. Played card games. Funny ones. Lol. Blah blah blah. Reached gunung lambak soon and pitched our tents. Placed our bags inside and clean up all the necessary stuffs. In the night, shared our snacks with Justin, Jordan and Nicole. After that, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAY 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up at 5.30. Bathed, brushed teeth. Was seriously looking forward to the trek. At 7, we started trekking. When we reached the base camp, I thought it was the peak. Lol. Then climb climb climb, reached the peak ah. The place very nice and cooling. Sat down, drank water. Went down. "Playground" was fun. Jump and fall, jump and fall.&amp;nbsp;Went back to our tents. Cooked lunch. Eat eat eat, then had extra time which was needed for reading the 7 Habits of effective teenagers book. But I slept. And thank you Noreen for waking me up! :D Then, went through. Went for trekking again. This time, we were faster.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;I saw a&amp;nbsp;leech on my&amp;nbsp;leg.&amp;nbsp;I was panicking man.&amp;nbsp;I asked&amp;nbsp;Hariz to burn it.&amp;nbsp;It let go and I kicked it off. Luckily,&amp;nbsp;the place where the leech bite&amp;nbsp;didn't bleed.&amp;nbsp;After the trek, cooked spaghetti. Then bathed and washed our mess tin. Then Hariz's pants got rhino beetle. So big.&amp;nbsp;Went back tent. Slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAY 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Probably the worst day. Woke up at 6. Brushed teeth. Went for trekking. And guess what, we trekked for 9 hours non-stop. Like so tired. Water finished, food finished. We were starving and were feeling thirsty up there. All of those are because of the stoopid small waterfall. Went there for nothing. Aiya. After that, went back to the tent. Mr Loke cancelled the second track. Had "lunch". Our lunch very nice. Thank you Shahirah! :D After that, forgot what had happened. In the night, there was campfire. Hariz was Kaleemah. LOL!~ Damn funny la. Was laughing there. &lt;em&gt;Silence! I kill you! &lt;/em&gt;Lol. After that, slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAY 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up at 6.20. Quickly brushed our teeth. Went for trekking. Went to the base camp and down. Quite fun lah. I slacked with Jordan behind. Reached tent, need to clean up everything. Frustrating la. Then the stoopid person keep on nagging at me. *toot* la eh. After that, went to eat, after that bathed. Damn funny. Hariz and Jordan were bathing and shitting, respectively when a monkey came by. Haha. Very very funny. After that, took the bus and went to the train station. Put our bags there and went back to the bus. Went to the shopping mall which only consist of 2 storeys. I bought food only. Haha. Ate at KFC. Finally, GOOD FOOD~ Though, Singapore's way nicer. Oh yeah. To the KFC people there, YOU'LL NEVER FIND NO. 5 AGAIN! HAHHAHAHA~ Then went shopping. After that went back to the train station. Took the train. POINT TAKEN, HARIZ. In the train, was trying to pronounce "yun" in the 4 different tunes. I anyhow only. Haha. After that, checked passports. Released, Shahirah's parents sent me home. Thank you! Reached home, cleaned some things, and used the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;1. Try and say it 1 more time. I will NEVER forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2. You're so *toot*ing wrong. Your own life takes the first priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;3. Back off man. Don't say other people when you'r not even acting like one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;4. I hope she gets thrown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-660169345818223251?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/660169345818223251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/660169345818223251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/gunung-lambak-officially-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2033202839823039668</id><published>2009-11-01T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:40:08.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;excited as I felt yesterday. Some of the people&amp;nbsp;I want them to go cannot go. And it's quite sad. Hence, it's a lesson learnt by everybody. Before&amp;nbsp;going for a trip&amp;nbsp;overseas, make sure that you check your freaking passport and update it if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag is so damn full. I can't even stuff an ant in there, I think. Need to go to Fouzy's house in the morning to take the LED light and the batteries. In the morning, bought the necessary stuffs that I need for tomorrow. My bag ah, like so damn big manzx. And tomorrow when i'm taking the bus, surely embarrassing one. Like, a small boy carrying a huge bag. Like omg. Hariz and I have a lot of difficulties. Nevermind, i'd rather not write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, leaving Singapore... Sad la. I'm gonna miss my family although it's only like 4 days. Hmm, and it's my first time riding a train too! I mean, other than MRT. Haha. Ok lah, I shall stop here. See ya all on Thursday, or Friday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my skin&amp;nbsp;will be like charcoal mahnzx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2033202839823039668?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2033202839823039668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2033202839823039668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-feel-as-i-felt-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6356240482000522219</id><published>2009-10-31T07:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:37:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's like finally finished.&amp;nbsp;yesterday was PTM and it was like and Emo Day. Haha. Don't know why la. And some more today like so &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*(). The bus was like so *toot*ing late. And i'm not saying just 1 bus, every bus that i'm taking is late. Some luck I have. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, I woke up at 7. Bathed. Uniform have not yet washed so I wore the SC shirt. Called Justin to ask if I can wear it. He said he don't know but he will change when I reach school. Waited for 965 for 15 minutes. Reached school, asked Justin to change to the SC shirt quickly. Mr Loke passed by. Asked him if we could wear it and he said he had no problems against it. Justin changed in public as usual. But I covered him. Went to class. Played around. Took results. Show you what it is written in the result paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : 64, B4&lt;br /&gt;Malay : 67, B3&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics : 79, A1&lt;br /&gt;Science : 73. A2&lt;br /&gt;Geography(revised) : 67, B3&lt;br /&gt;History(revised) : 63, B4&lt;br /&gt;Literature : 60,B4&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp;amp; Technology : 60, B4&lt;br /&gt;Art :&amp;nbsp;73, A2&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics : 70, A2&lt;br /&gt;Music : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 676 / 1000&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;L1R4 Aggregate : 11&lt;br /&gt;Percentage : 67.6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; L1R5 Aggregate : 14&lt;br /&gt;Results : Passed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Promotion Status : Promoted to S2 EXPRESS&lt;br /&gt;Conduct : Very Good&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Attendance : 165/171&lt;br /&gt;Comments : Nazri displays enthusiasm and vitality in performing his tasks. He participates actively in class discussions. He gets along well with his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saw ham's brother in the class too. Lol. After that, played stress with Amanda. After that... Asked Mrs Foo if she wanted to play Uno with us. She said, "it's been a long time since i've played it." She was about to walk to us to play when suddenly Mrs Chew came and talked to her. Lol. Sad. Played. Halfway, decided that I would go home and sleep. Sadly, forgot to bring my keys and decided to find Fouzy in north point. Along the way, met Aqilah and Amanda. Accompanied Amanda awhile and asked her where were they. Aqilah went to find them first. After reaching KFC. Ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school. Fouzy bought the newspaper. Saw Hariz in AI.&amp;nbsp;Went back to class. Play play play. Went to SC room and sat down. A lot of things happened. Frisbee was stuck and so was the broom because of god-knows-who. (: Mr Row happily helped us. Went to the UF room. Lol. Practised and had a rehearsal. After the UF thingie ended. We blowed each other's gloves into our gfs/bfs. MAE STA MARIA! Then I kena bully by the seniors sia. They keep poking me. Sad life I have. Lol. Went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out again to eat with family. Went home. (again) Used the laptop awhile and slept. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;you can't always depend on other people. some day they will leave you, one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6356240482000522219?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6356240482000522219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6356240482000522219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/schools-like-finally-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7091335688032644914</id><published>2009-10-27T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:55:06.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(7:37 PM) ZARREEN.: Fineee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am shortt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;KKKK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(7:37 PM) nαzrι.η: and what am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(7:37 PM) ZARREEN.: TALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OKKK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah i'm tall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was average. But morning was best~ YOU KNOW WHY?! 98.7FM READ MY MESSAGE AND DIDN'T READ HARIZ'S~ WAHAHAHA~ Ok. He's gonna be mad if he reads this. So, before 'lessons' started. There was this teacher who scolds anyone, with or without MC. Lol. Funny sia. Mother tongue, Mr Hamsani played Mr Bean. Very funny. Watched Animal Farm for literature. I watched it before though, before the exams&amp;nbsp;to help me understand the book. Haha. PE was so fun. I managed to spike beautifully and we were like so happy~ Hahaha! Science was a bit suckish. There were worksheets to do. ): After that was reccess. Ate noodles. Then it was Art?! I think. Until the end of school. Went to SC room and then basketball court to do some things. After that was water filtration thingie until 6. Went home, bought food along the way. After eating, I wrote this. Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7091335688032644914?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7091335688032644914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7091335688032644914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/737-pm-zarreen.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-716628841501620423</id><published>2009-10-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:32:08.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been very tired nowadays. What's more, there are some people who tries to be a joker. Being an exco isn't easy. Attendance and punctuality is very important, so, I can't absent myself without reason. And I skipped one or two sessions since I was really tired. And I find going to school has no meaning since exams are over. I have to bear with school for 1 more week and it's holidays. My uncle said maybe we are going to Terengganu&amp;nbsp;for a holiday trip. But I don't know if it's going to happen. And I got fourth in class. I told my mum about it and she was very happy. (I expected her to buy something for me but it didn't happen. Aww.) So, there's nothing left to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got to deal with it when people change.&amp;nbsp;Don't be upset when they do, cause the moment you said they have changed, you're just adding to the "change" in his/her behaviour towards you. Yes,&amp;nbsp;i've learnt from my mistake.&amp;nbsp;I've changed, I know. But I don't care what you say. What I care is i'm growing up and leaving all the bad things or influence behind. I'm trying to stop being childish, but sometimes I can't. If you ONLY like being with me when I was as playful as before, I don't regard you as a friend anymore. Sorry, I have to move on. The world won't wait for me nor it would wait for you.&amp;nbsp;Wake up and realise that the world is violent. You can't have things go your way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-716628841501620423?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/716628841501620423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/716628841501620423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-very-tired-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1331527407263365417</id><published>2009-10-16T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:51:23.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know i do. :DDD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was seriously boring. SC meeting was too long. And we only did some lame games. Playing chess/checkers is more fun! :D After SC meeting went to Chong Pang mcdonalds to buy food. Bus-ed home. Ate ate ate. Then stomach pain... (omg). Then it's like, i can't even walk properly. So I slept, and slept, and slept till... 7 i think. I forgot. But i'm feeling sick now. I don't know what's happening but, well, I think i'm sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;so socialable mehh. like real lah you. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1331527407263365417?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1331527407263365417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1331527407263365417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4565173296717999710</id><published>2009-10-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:21:37.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6. My brother thought that I had school, he woke me up. I said the "school" starts at 9. But, couldn't sleep after that. Bathed. Slacked with my mum, watched television together. The night before, we watched a malay television show which is like the show "punked". But this one is the ghost version. Then they go punk the celebrities. Very funny. Got 1 celebrity faint. Like omg. Went out at 7.30. Took 965. When I went down the overhead bridge, saw Hariz. Walked together. Intended to play chess but didn't have the time. So, the meeting started. Talk talk talk. Gave suggestions to Mr Loke and all. And finally, it ended. Hariz and I went to eat.&amp;nbsp;When we were finished, we walked&amp;nbsp;around,&amp;nbsp;and we someone.&amp;nbsp;And omg, it was her~ And yay, she's shorter than me.&amp;nbsp;Hoho.&amp;nbsp;After that, it rained. So we stayed at CC and slacked there. Since his bag is small, he asked me to bring home the book which he borrowed from the SC room. In the bus, read a bit. Lol. I learnt a new word. Paradigms. Hahaha. And in the book, they wrote about some stuffs which were about habits, I think? Reached home, watched my brother play his games. Then, fell asleep till 7. Woke up and wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new skin!&amp;nbsp;And thanks Amanda for helping for the music. It's nice. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4565173296717999710?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4565173296717999710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4565173296717999710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-992893997438969621</id><published>2009-10-11T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:08:23.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, ignore the post before. It was a game. Actually, there was an "exclusive" post. Haha. Too bad, those who didn't manage to find out, you suck! Joke. Hmm. This week's the best despite the examinations going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 1 and Malay Paper 1. Both average. I don't think I can do well nor do badly. But i'm sad cause there's no oral. I love oral. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1 and Literature Paper. Maths I was seriously dumb lah. Got 1 question need to draw the patterns. Then I draw already. I stared at my drawing and thought that it was ugly. Erased and drew again. I did that a lot of times. And when Mrs Foo said there was 10 minutes left, I still got 8 questions to go. So I rushed, but unfortunately, I left out 3 parts. Which I think total costs about&amp;nbsp;6 marks. However, My aim is to get 37.5 at least and I know I can. Cause the paper is easy. Literature was kinda difficult and troublesome. Used a lot of ink on the paper. I wrote 4 lines at least for every question. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History. I didn't sleep the night before. Lol. Used the laptop and played some games with my brother. But I felt the same. Not tired at all but I was after school. Slept all the way till morning,&amp;nbsp;I guess. So, the paper was quite difficult. Learning Techniques I will surely fail. So will I on the SEQ on Suez Canal. I didn't read that part. Omg. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Paper. It was easy. Yeah, the setter was Ms Zhang. My first thought that it would be easy and it was. Cause Ms Zhang's questions are predictable. So... Managed to do it effortlessly. (chey!) Then... err. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Paper. Quite easy. But some were tricky. After school went Lan. 1 week I never go le. So I decided to go. Played for 1 hour. Arion was a "shoplifter". There was this disc. It was a new game. There was alot uh. It was free. He went to ask the owner, "Can I take 1?" Then he took 2. Then when it was crowded there, he took a lot more and gave us some. Lol. After that went Sun Plaza to eat at KFC with Chee hui and Kang hao. Lol. New friend uh. Chee hui very what le. He bite the chicken then he said "ROFF!". Lol. Funny. Then went Library. Then to fitness corner. Played around then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday power uh. Jalan raya with Rasydan, Fairuz, Fizz, Amsyar, Hafiq and Musa. Fun sia. First met them at Sun Plaza. Went to Musa's house first. Eat eat eat. Amsyar noisy sia. Haha. After that went to Fairuz's house. Ate mee soto. Yummy. We ate a little because we got a lot more houses to go. Saved some space for other houses. Amsyar ate alot till he was full. And he was the last to finish. Then to Nawufhal's house. He cooked. Nice ah. Then Fizz said that he failed Home Economics. First it was scary ah, but then, nice sia. After his house went to Rasydan's. Steamboat babe. Then his mum said "makanan ringan!" (light food). Then to Fizz's. His mum cooked Chicken Rice. His 2 cats. Damn big. Persian type. He bought them for 200 each. Lol. Very cute. Then looked at his photos. I took photo of 1 funny one but he deleted it. (AWW!) Then to mine. Mum and uncle wasn't home. So I gave them the duit raya. Watched Final Destination. Amsyar loved the show very much, so does the other boys. Roller coaster~ Then, went to Ham's. Was late uh. She asked us to come by&amp;nbsp;6 and we came at 6. Sorry. Reached her house. Yeah! Ashir was there. Then stayed there awhile. Went to Hafiq's house. His father cooked Nasi Goreng Kampong. Damn spicy. Everyone ate till sweated. Rasydan couldn't finish. Lol. After that, his uncle sent us to Amsyar's house. Sang hari raya songs in the car. 8-seater car uh. Sing sing sing, reached Amsyar's house. Was seriously full. Fairuz went home. We went to Zarreen's. Hehe. Along the way, saw a lot of bats. Nice, there're bats at Yishun. Ate snacks. Went to Afifah's house next. By then it was 11. Went home by taxi. SLEPT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to a total of 11 houses and I got $30. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;you think you got the worst, open up your eyes and watch some television. you'll see more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-992893997438969621?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/992893997438969621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/992893997438969621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-ignore-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5373507579899500721</id><published>2009-09-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:39:42.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've undeleted my blog. It's so boring without blogger. Hehe. I'm not going to post here anymore. If you want to know where, find out yourself. If you're smart, you'll find it. If you really found it, send me a message in MSN stating the address to check if you're lying or not since the tagboard is the same with my new blog. (: I'm in the mood to play games.&amp;nbsp;Ok, bye! SI-L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5373507579899500721?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5373507579899500721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5373507579899500721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-undeleted-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1667582153078507349</id><published>2009-09-10T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:01:52.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An early farewell to my brother &amp;amp; sister. Lol. They're leaving. My sister is going to Thailand for an attachment while my brother is going to serve the country. Yeah, NS. It's kinda sad because this is the first time where my family have only about four people celebrating Hari Raya. (anyway, the good thing is, i can use their laptop. teehee) So................. Bye noobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1667582153078507349?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1667582153078507349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1667582153078507349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/early-farewell-to-my-brother-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5122713380812788690</id><published>2009-09-09T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:01:11.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A short comic, enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaM1xjmE3I/AAAAAAAAACE/pb8wvgPLEyk/s1600-h/Haresh_Fish+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaM1xjmE3I/AAAAAAAAACE/pb8wvgPLEyk/s320/Haresh_Fish+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haresh was trying to get the fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaNNFG_kfI/AAAAAAAAACM/7KoAnh3eWYI/s1600-h/Haresh_Fish2+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaNNFG_kfI/AAAAAAAAACM/7KoAnh3eWYI/s320/Haresh_Fish2+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Ong was the bad guy and he asked his assistant, Amsyar to reel in the fish as Haresh was catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaNOVTAX7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Fr6rvoTUK_8/s1600-h/Haresh_Fish3+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaNOVTAX7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Fr6rvoTUK_8/s320/Haresh_Fish3+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, he got the fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;19th Day of Fasting Month. (omg, 12 more days to Hari Raya! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really tiring. I mean, not tiring but, very thirsty. Woke up at five for breakfast. Ate and drank and everything. Bathed. Wore my No.4 uniform and asked my uncle to help me smartfold. Whee. Lol. Lazy to smartfold myself. Fouzy didn't know there was training cause his phone went missing. In addition, I don't know his phone number. -.-" So, used the laptop. Play play play till very late. 7.20. Couldn't find my beret. Omg~ Searched everywhere and finally found it. By then it was 7.35. Supposed to meet Fizz at 7.45 @ MRT station. Was late. Reached at 7.47. And I saw the MRT zoomed in front of me. Lol. So took the next one. Thought I was late, because I reached at 8.20. (must reach there by 8.20). But! Terry they all more late. Lol. Walked to Amoy Quee Camp. Bad memories. Lol. Camp Feast sucked. I mean, last time. Keep on bugging Hariz on the flying fox (he never go cause it was raining). Walk walk walk. The guard there so haolian. They high rank ah, but like action. Lol. Booked in. Some of the people changed their uniform while we sat under the shelter. Had a "tour" around the HQ. After that, went home. Walked quite a distance. Was really thirsty. Lol. Went home by MRT, then took 913 home. Bathed and slept all the way till 5.30. Watched my brother play the laptop and soon, I got to use it. :D Soon, break fast already. Chatted&amp;nbsp;with Si Hui, Chee Hui, Angeline&amp;nbsp;and Amanda. In one conversation. Damn fun and funny. Ahaha. Angeline was very quiet. Then Si Hui...... Make me jealous. Lol. I wished I was there (lol!). So, we're like in a pig family? We don't even know our names yet. Lol. How ironic. Then, Chee Hui got to go. And he showed me one video, Dota - Luck is no Excuse. Nice. Pros playing dota. Haha. I find it more fun than Neopets. LOLLLLLLL~ Anyways, got to go ler. Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, ascha. Aschvla. - Lingeysh language.&amp;nbsp;(Lingeysh ar... He's tired and he still tries to talk which resulted in crap-talking.&amp;nbsp;Try harder next time. Ahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLYING FOX IS FUN! (hope he sees this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To end off the post. I shall tell you all jokes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A siewmai and a pau. The siewmai fell into a river. ISN'T THAT FUNNY?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5122713380812788690?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5122713380812788690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5122713380812788690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/21st-day-of-fasting-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqaM1xjmE3I/AAAAAAAAACE/pb8wvgPLEyk/s72-c/Haresh_Fish+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5494840252802595192</id><published>2009-09-08T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:36:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Man, I miss running at RP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5494840252802595192?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5494840252802595192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5494840252802595192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yc4_OE0yq1M/SqZdVcNghcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fLlLTS2si1U/s72-c/IMG_2080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5230742495225787171</id><published>2009-09-06T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:16:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, this is going to be a short post I think. Heh. Holidays' coming soon. And it's one week. Guess what I am going to do? Train myself, what then? I cannot afford to lose to Benjamin anymore. Well, planning to do this everyday after breaking fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push up = 100 (at least)&lt;br /&gt;Inclined pull up = 100&lt;br /&gt;Sit up = 100&lt;br /&gt;Jogging = 20 mins (as fast as my legs could carry me)&lt;br /&gt;At the end, i'll try chin ups. See if I can do.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, i'll eat till i'm really bloated and i'm gonna sleep. So, weight's gonna go up and so is my muscles! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for everyday. So, when school reopens, i'll show the fruits of my training. By arm wrestling. Heh. But, the plan will go to waste if i'm lazy. But i'll force myself to. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. CA2 results was fine. Improved from MYE. And the result slip goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME : MUHAMMAD NAZRI BIN NORDIN&lt;br /&gt;HANYU PINYIN NAME : - (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;AGE ON 1ST JAN : 12&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S/N : 27&lt;br /&gt;CLASS : S1-E2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;STREAM : EXPRESS&lt;br /&gt;CLASS TEACHER : MDM LOW SOK GEK&lt;br /&gt;CO-FORM TEACHER : N/A&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH :&amp;nbsp; ---&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; B3&lt;br /&gt;MALAY : --- B4&lt;br /&gt;MATHEMATICS : --- A1&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE : --- A2&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY (REVISED) : --- B4&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY (REVISED) : --- C5&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE (E) : --- B3&lt;br /&gt;DESIGN &amp;amp; TECHNOLOGY : --- A1&lt;br /&gt;ART : --- A1&lt;br /&gt;HOME ECONOMICS : -&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OF DAYS LATE : 0&lt;br /&gt;ATTENDANCE : 41/43&lt;br /&gt;REMARKS: Nazri has a positive attitude towards school work and is always keen to improve himself. He actively participates in class discussions and lessons and demonstrates good interpersonal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I wrote this down cause I wanna make the post long. Haha. Err. So, yeah. Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5230742495225787171?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5230742495225787171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5230742495225787171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm-this-is-going-to-be-short-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7587844897636538878</id><published>2009-09-04T00:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:50:00.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite a fast day. :D Woke up at five to eat. And it was steamboat. Lol. It's like, not appropriate for a breakfast meal. Lol. Anyways, was super sleepy. Bathed and everything. Went out. Kah Long came. He said that we were late already but he forgot that today is Thursday. Dumb. Lol. Took 858 to school. Did homework. DID, not copy k. Pei Lin and Hariz witness. :D After that, slacked till 8++ and went to the hall. The longest part was the announcement. I hate the female teacher who read out the announcements just now. She like, veh action. Lol. Went back to class. Jia Qing said I cannot steal his things already because he changed his pencil box. 1 minute later, I took his pen. "I want to show you something, it's my new pen!" Haha. Then lessons. Blah blah blah. Leadership was kinda boring, too. Bryan gave me sweet. Hohoho. And bought ice lemon tea. Went home. Reached home, used the laptop. Brother came home with food. He also bought 'Wujud 3' movie. It's the ghost movie. But the part 3 sucks. It's not scary, but rather funny. Eat while watching it. Then after the movie, was scared. Lol. But I was convinced by my brother because he said in the fasting month there aren't any ghosts. (?) Man, hate ghosts because I don't really wanna experience it again. :P Ok, did my job. Updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7587844897636538878?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7587844897636538878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7587844897636538878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-quite-fast-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7091775643632557036</id><published>2009-09-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:18:10.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was super super tiring. Because of NCC. Released early from school, at 12. Went to the foyer. Waited for Terry and all. Changed. Ma'm came. Took attendance and went up the bus. Reached Fort Canning. The facilitator briefed us on World War 2 and what's going to happen. He gave us 4 Samsung Omnia phone with GPS to keep track, and a bag of quiz things. Our group was group 2 (yay!). Our facilitator wanted one I.C (in charge). We all said, "Terry, Terry!". Lol. The muscleman. Then, we started off. Was really frustrating. Some people weren't coorperating. Haiya. In the end, we won. Hahaha! Then went home. Really tired ah, don't feel like posting. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did someone break your heart inside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're in ruins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7091775643632557036?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7091775643632557036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7091775643632557036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-super-super-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5693935885387090541</id><published>2009-09-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:25:21.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teacher's Day celebration was a failure to me because I forgot some of the steps. Haha. Was really blur man! In addition, 1E2 was in front. Then Chee Hui keep staring at me. Jia Qing was dazed by the girls. Lol. Not only Jia Qing, almost all other boys. Then watched the other performances. Oh, before the hip-hop performance... Had to put on blusher. Haha. Like Jaya. But only a little bit. Lucky! Then rehearsed. By then we were like, sweating, and tired. Lol.&amp;nbsp;After the teacher's day performance, went back to class. Challenged Benjamin in arm-wrestling. 50% win, 50% lose. Lol. Then had a final match,&amp;nbsp;I lost. ): Hhaa. Waited for Fizz outside 1E3. Khairi was gone. Lol. Went back Greenwood. Hada followed us too. We were the earliest there. We could only go in at 11, so we went to the fitness corner. Man, I still can't do pull-ups. The Fizz can do 2 finger pull up. He surpassed me. Lol. Oh yeah, right now, i'm like 6th in NCC Sea. Lol. Gonna train hard to be in the top 5. Went in school. Saw Iqmal. Wheee. He changed, from bad to worse. Haha. He gangster ah. But, I am taller than him now. Heee. He asked me my 2.4km timing, his one was 11 min. I lost to him, as usual. -.-" Then Shafiq came, last year's best football player. Haha. I asked him for his 2.4 timing and guess what? 9.14. SIAO! Terry also lose. Then I ask another friend. He damn tall, even taller than Jaya. His timing, 9.28. Faster than Terry also. They so fast. Lol. Last year 1.6km, they were so far ahead. Now more far. Haha. And most of them have become tall too. Especially Desmond. He 3rd fastest runner in Singapore last year. Because of that, he went to St Andrew though his academics sux. Then he showed us his muscles, damn big, even bigger than Terry's. Lol. My friends are monsters... Lol. Then went home. Slept. Haha. So, that's all. Been watching One Piece. Tomorrow's school. And next week's holiday. YAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5693935885387090541?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5693935885387090541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5693935885387090541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-day-celebration-was-failure-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6150228561661848715</id><published>2009-08-29T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:36:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate NCC Land. They suck big time. Furthermore, their amout of people. Damn a lot. And the worst thing is, to MERGE with them. No way man. Just now, had the conference. Mr Chin said that he wanted to lower the number of uniform-group CCAs. He said it's not confirmed yet and he gave out a piece of paper to write our feelings about it. All the NCC Sea members didn't agreed. For the NCC Land, I don't know. Mine, I put like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the New Unit will be formed? (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want it to be formed. I don't feel home being in the new unit where NCC Sea and NCC Land are merged. It's like fish and elephant merging together becoming aliens. Why not give it another try, another year? Since the aim is 25 in a platoon, then we shall observe the next year. If there is not enough manpower, then we carry on with the merging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Kah Long's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy and unsatisfied. I feel that the idea is stupid, lousy and lame. (short and sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What programmes do you look out for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I do not want it to be formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close down other CCAs like Scouts or something. Out of so many CCAs, why NCC Sea? The merging is really unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the conference. Had a short training. My senior was with his temper. Hate it when he gets angry, over tiny things. He ask us to quit? Fine, I want to. But my CCA points how? Gone? If can quit, I already quit lah eh? Such unorganized CCA, or school. Joining AISS was sort of the biggest mistake I've made in my life. But maybe not, cause I have my friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, posted 2 posts. So, blog revived. And, results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English :&amp;nbsp;69.5, B3&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics : 77.1, A1&lt;br /&gt;Science : 74.1, A2&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue : 63.125, B4&lt;br /&gt;Art : 86, A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Looks like I didn't fail maths after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6150228561661848715?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6150228561661848715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6150228561661848715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-ncc-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5797276295648271142</id><published>2009-08-28T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:52:11.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Secondary school friends are the people who you stick with throughout your lives. Trust me, it is true. My brother first said it but I didn't believe it back then. As time goes on, I realised something... My brother is still close and in contact with his secondary school friends and so is my sister. Primary school friends are just there to guide you for the six years&amp;nbsp;but secondary school friends are the ones to guide, support, and comfort you for your whole life. Secondary school friends are the ones who will be right there to cheer you up when you're down, secondary school friends are the ones who is going to understand your problems. Despite the fact that primary school is six years(where you have more time to bond), secondary school friends are still the ones who you will really need. Why? Because in primary school, we're still immatured.&amp;nbsp;(I mean mostly. If you think you&amp;nbsp;are matured&amp;nbsp;then it's a different case.) We do not know how to think like an adult/teenager. We would think that after going to secondary school, we will part our ways and would say bye to each other. Whereas in secondary school, we would grab every oppurtunity to be with each other. Like going to McDonald's after school, going to the playground after school, go to each other's houses to play games, going to lan shop together when you have to cut your hair and reason that you had family matters. (Lol!) Another reason is about half of the people in primary school do not have handphones. As a result, they do not meet frequently. So, avoid conflicts with your secondary school friends (that doesn't mean you can fight with your primary school friends). If not, your life will be a waste in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're together, the years fall away. Isn't that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you've come? Secondary school friends are like stars, you don't always see them, but you know they're always there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s, I'm not saying that primary school friends are people you can forget. Terms and conditions apply.&amp;nbsp;:D And some parts may not be true, because it's my point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5797276295648271142?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5797276295648271142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5797276295648271142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/secondary-school-friends-are-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1905636518616062289</id><published>2009-08-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:18:17.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Who's your maths teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS ROZI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaah! Funny sia. Then Kevin was trying to argue. Chee Hui shut him up. Lol. Ms Rozi rocks, unlike Mrs Charles. She disapproves me taking the maths test. So do I get 0? She doesn't even tell me what will happen. I mean, what teacher is this? At least Ms Zhang said to the people that didn't take the test to meet her and take it. Mrs Charles like, heck care nia. I think i'm gonna fail maths, because of this test. Lol, failing in a subject that i'm so good at? NEVER. Even if I fail, i'm gonna protest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1905636518616062289?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1905636518616062289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1905636518616062289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/whos-your-maths-teacher-ms-rozi-hahhaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495373613344863308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4196839813539049744</id><published>2009-08-19T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:10:22.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Type of people I hate.&lt;br /&gt;-Racists.&lt;br /&gt;-Time-waster.&lt;br /&gt;-People who thinks that they knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Homo people. (Be it lesbian or gay, I hate 'em.)&lt;br /&gt;-People who threaten others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of people I like.&lt;br /&gt;-People who are open.&lt;br /&gt;-People who are willing to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;-People who are always hyper.&lt;br /&gt;-Blur kia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4196839813539049744?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4196839813539049744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4196839813539049744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/type-of-people-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6098815325876579099</id><published>2009-08-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:54:44.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's rugby sucked. Expected it to be fun but it turned out the other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at six. Actually, not really. Woke up at 6, but slept again till 6.20. I was panicking. Rushed to the toilet and bathed. Then went out. Checked my phone, 8 MESSAGES! Haha. Replied all of them, or most of them. Was too late for the 8 strengthening exercises. So, went to class straight. Slacked awhile. Soon, Mrs Foo came in. Sang the National Anthem and took temperature. Mother Tongue. The Higher Mother Tongue students were a burden. No la. Joke. Did some things. English. Did a test on Personal Recount. I think i'm gonna fail, seriously. Lol. Maths was boring. Mrs Charles went through some things and soon, it was PE. Challenged some noob group. They really pissed me off. First thing, they got 2 scores right. Then both of the scores is not put firmly on the ground one. Is THROW. Then one time, I also throw the ball ah, but I got bend down, they say not counted. Baka-s. Second thing. We passed the ball to Kai Feng, then he dropped the ball. Kevin said he sucked. Dumb right? It's like, Kai Feng's not in his group. So why need to scold him? Then he passed Joseph the ball and the ball was too high. So, he couldn't catch it right. Then he go scold Joseph. Third thing. When the game finish. I asked them to take the cones, since they were standing just beside them. Then they just happily walked off. Ass. Reccess, was still pissed off ah. Literature cheered me up abit. Wooops, i gtg ler. hehe. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6098815325876579099?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6098815325876579099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6098815325876579099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-rugby-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-3848464345427615009</id><published>2009-08-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:33:40.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been awhile since i've blogged eh? Heh. Friday's NDP @ school was fun. I liked the parade, especially NCC SEA's. P.S, I'm not being biased. :D Then the yoyo guy. Saw him on TV the next day on Okto, when watching the one minute of fame. He joined the yoyo club, according to what he said. So yeah, he performed. Then got this advertisement about Groom My Room, the girl was my neighbour. And she was in the same school as me. Haha. But, not close to her ah. Oh yeah, rock climbing. As usual, I REACHED THE TOP! Haha. (Fiku-ing). After that went Mr Loke's house for barbecue. Love the food. Haha, thanks! Eat eat eat, Justin suddenly emo ah, I don't know why. Lol. Then Hakim told jokes while I accompanied Noreen. Heh, she's shy, of something. :P Ham went home, WITH MY PHONE. Haha, forgot to take back. Then went bowling with Fouzy, Jeffrey, Bryan(loser), Farhan and Alex. Know why he loser? Cause he always lose when we playing card games. Farhan cheater, all of the rounds he got first. He cheat la. Somemore he go flip my card when Jeffrey gave out. Walao. Then go steal my 2 of flowers. STEALER LA! Haha. Bryan? Always lose. LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! Me? Always get 2nd. See la, good right? :D Then, bowl. Everytime I bowl... All longkang, except for 1. Kena 1 nia, HAHA. Then went home. Talk talk talk. Went home, bathed then got ready for barbecue later on. My brother's birthday. Lol. At Downtown East there. Mum overslept. And I woke her up. Reached there about eight. Then I cooked! Haha. Then one of my brother's friend taught me a pose to cook ah. Funny sia he. Then walked at the beach. Soon later, got tired. So asked my brother to light up the cake already. Ate the cake, talk talk talk, and went home. 10 minutes later.... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ~ I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was a slow day. Though, I can't remember anything that had happened. Monday... The moment I woke up, it was so bright. Looked at the watch... DAMN ITS ELEVEN! I must meet the others at 11 at North Point! Lol. Bathed quickly. Went there. Si Hui was the first one to see me! Hahaha. Everyone was like,  "OIIIIIIIII!!!!!" Cause I was late mah. Then went Orchard. Some people bought cookies and I ate a lot of them. Walk walk walk, then went to North Bridge at beach road there. Meet Suzanne. Then to Vivo City. Met Noreen and Sheereen. CANDY EMPIRE~ ): I want some ): Then played with water. Quite fun! Haha. Then, went home. And slept! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, can't really recall. Actually, just lazy to write. Heh, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-3848464345427615009?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3848464345427615009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/3848464345427615009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-awhile-since-ive-blogged-eh-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-904194523638711306</id><published>2009-08-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:40:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so jealous of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fouzy, Amanda and Jaya. Look at the luxury they're having. NOT GOING SCHOOL! Man, I want to be sick now. I mean, sick as in normal flu. It's driving me nuts. I don't get enough sleep le. Mr Row said to be happy, you need plenty of water (yep, had a lot),  and enough sleep. I still remember the fun I had in the June holidays. Chatting in Plurk, eating in Pizza Hut, playing games from day to night, night to day, without worrying about homework. Man, I love holidays. I wonder when's the next one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-904194523638711306?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/904194523638711306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/904194523638711306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-so-jealous-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6663322250476259115</id><published>2009-07-31T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:58:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sialabala, blog so weird nowadays. I can't colour the words... ): Anyway, today was fun! Especially the CIP part. Haha. School, it's usual, plain &amp; boring. Chee Hui and Kevin fought. As in physically, but I stopped it. And Patrick stopped me from stopping them. But in the end, they stopped. Lol. CIP, sat with Si Hui. Lol. Yan Lin say I stole Si Hui from her. SHE WILL CHOOSE ME OK. :D:D:D:D I carried the snacks. Then we went around picking up rubbish. Zhong Xun was finding starfish all the way. Lol, and he killed a lot of them. Then, chit chatted with Si Hui, Chee Hui (IT RHYMES!) they all while Hariz and Fouzy was playing catching. They all asked me to join say what fun like hell lah whatever they say. I'm not in the mood to run actually. Then bought drinks. Played swing. Played catching awhile. Was banana connecting and splitting with Arion. So fun lah he! Haahahh! Then, played arm wrestling with they all. Chee Hui suck lah, lose to girl. LOLL. Then, released. Went to CCA. I WAS CHOSEN TO BE IN THE COMPETITION. Hope to be in the kayaking too, and I know I will! Nyehehehhe! Released and went to causeway. Panicked cause I didn't have 10 cents. Was digging every corner of my bag for it. Chee Hui checked his pants and thank God, he had $1.10 more! Hohoh. Ate at LJS. Saw some gays. Was trying not to laugh. HAHAHhAHhAhh! Really lor. Then went home, and wrote this! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Patrick asked me to teach Wei Sin how to flirt. Lol. TIP NUMBER ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way to flirt is not to flirt.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6663322250476259115?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6663322250476259115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6663322250476259115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/sialabala-blog-so-weird-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5768332944851365193</id><published>2009-07-25T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:33:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored to the core. I'll just write about what happened briefly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't come, cause I was sick for awhile. Haha. Yeah, missed school. Rotted at home. Actually wanted to use the laptop, but slept till two. Lol. Tired ah. Then, used laptop till night and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Hui never come. He said that doctor suspected he have H1N1. So damn bored at school. Though, Science was super fun. Desiao-ed Mrs Leong. Echoed her. Then keep hiding Jia Qing's wallet and handphone. Group work. Jia Qing wrote himself as best. But I added "from the btm." Then Jia Ming, he also put best, I put "(PUI!)". Hahah! At the end, i'm the best. HOHOHO! Then, school ended! I survived school~ WOO~ After school, went to the wall play around for awhile. Then, need to go back home. Blah blah blah. Lol. Went to Khairi's house for awhile to do Art. Since I was bored... My Bob's done. But it sucks. Heh. Then, bought Kit Kat and went home. Slept~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was kinda tough. Lol. One of our punishments was like shuttle run but must run as a platoon. Fouzy har, he go shout "CHASE ___!" Like so sudden know! LOL~ Then learnt how to tie ropes. Wah fun. Cause... Nevermind. Don't want write uh. Hehehh. Released. Kah Long lost his wallet with $100 + dollars inside. Everyone, if found his wallet, please inform me or him. Cause there's his Ez-Link card. Integrity is a virtue, thank you. Reached home, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Climbing. I reached the top! The 25m one! Or how many meter idk ah. The tallest one~~ Hariz jealous! HAHAHAH! When climbing right, was like "F, F, F!!" Cause the rocks so many loose one. Frustrating lor. Finally, reached top. The Ifwat, so effing fast. Really lor. He speed climb till halfway only 29 seconds. Walao. I look at him like WHOAAAAAAAAAAA. Lol. Then the Hakim, scared to climb. LOLL. Then, went home, slept. Went out to eat. Then, used laptop till nw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5768332944851365193?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5768332944851365193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5768332944851365193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-to-core.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4392364817932384201</id><published>2009-07-21T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:24:24.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How's school? SUCKS. Especially the Maths. Mrs Charles always scold me and Chee Hui. We discuss a bit also kena scold. Somemore, when we give answers, won't listen to us one, will listen to others. I seriously want Ms Rozi back sia. Then just now, Literature, LUCKY! I really thought Mr Row leaving... Kinda shocked me. Lol. Art, fun. Made the basic shape of our oversized object. Yesterday, NCC damn funny! 1 guy kena punished right, then he must stand in the middle of the courtyard. Then our senior asked us, "You see that guy? Why do you think he must stand there?" Kah Long simply said, "NDP!" LOLLLLLL! I laughed like hell. Just now's PE was dumb lah. I fell and slide-d till the line there. Then touch down. Foul. I FELL LEH. Walao. Yesterday, go KFC... The Kah Long didn't know how to carry the tray... The cup of pepsi fall. -.- Lol. But not his fault lah. Ok lah, think I did well on reviving this blog le. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4392364817932384201?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4392364817932384201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4392364817932384201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/hows-school-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5457537740747563281</id><published>2009-07-15T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:13:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sl25yBjNN2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/99bev6fqvzg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358643400701458274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sl25yBjNN2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/99bev6fqvzg/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so freaking cool! He's my hip hop teacher. Found him on Youtube. And then on Myspace. Hahha! Cool right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5457537740747563281?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5457537740747563281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5457537740747563281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-so-freaking-cool-hes-my-hip-hop.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sl25yBjNN2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/99bev6fqvzg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-8344890163767840164</id><published>2009-07-14T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:23:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; really like going to school. The reasons are, to see my friends, mum asked me to, and it's for my own good. It's just this three reasons. And I can state all the reasons on why I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; like going to school. I got a list of them. But I bet, it would just be a waste of time for you and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that you can still succeed without education, and some people think that it is very true. So they stopped studying and focussed on their ambitions and dreams. They claimed that if Bill Gates can do it, why can't they? But only &lt;strong&gt;a few&lt;/strong&gt; successed. Everyone has dreams, even I do. And my dreams... I find them very unique. Cause it will maybe be your first time hearing this. My dreams are, to success without working hard. They say just work hard on your dreams. And my dreams is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to work hard. So I am not. Let's see how far I can go, and compare with other people who really work hard. Though, I know I can surpass some, which is kind of unfair. And I know, the one who is going to be at the top is surely those who put in more than 100% of their effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; like reading. I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; like revising. Everything that has to do with studying, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it. I'm certain that my other two brothers &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; studying too. My sister? Whenever she says something, she mean it. And she will work to that goal, and she &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; achieve it. I'm amazed sometimes. She is someone I can look up to. But I didn't say that my brothers aren't worth looking up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like my way of studying. I play &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than I study. Study hard, play harder. Stress is a very big obstacle for me. If I am stressed, I can't think clearly and would do some reckless stuff. Another thing i'm aiming for is improve on my language. I've been getting 5/10 for them. Guess I have to stop talking in Singlish eh? If only Singlish was a language that is used in worldwide... Then having Singlish exams wouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singlish = Singapore English. It's a way of talking in Singapore. Why not change English to Singlish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! I'm writing nonsense. It's 2.16am right now and i'm not sleeping. Cause I slept in the afternoon. Damn that Chee Hui, he keeps on bragging that he thrashed me in dota. YOU DIDN'T THRASH ME, IT WAS JUST A LOSS. Haha! I tried to sabo him again by saying "It's all Chee Hui's fault" to Mrs Foo but man, she didn't scold him... Or did she? Haha. Anyways, I got some other stuffs to do, still. Homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-8344890163767840164?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8344890163767840164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/8344890163767840164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-really-like-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7499328721106438876</id><published>2009-07-10T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:19:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! (&lt;em&gt;f you la!) &lt;/em&gt;- Typical Singaporeans, asked the person if wanna buy peanut butter jelly or not then curse us. LOLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super fun, cause we got lost! Lost in Beach Rd! Lucky I knew the place very well know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, woke up, bathed and everything. Lucky I packed my bag the night before and did every homework. And my Art right, I did on BOB on the Monsters Vs Aliens. Haha. Went to school, watch some fellows doing their homework. I felt so great know, first time finished all homework in the term. LOLL. Terry asked me to pei him to canteen. So I go ah. Then yesterday right, Chee Hui kena sabo! Mrs Leong keeps on picking on him! Hahaha! Mrs Foo came in. Sang NA and took temperature. I'm... HOT! 37.3 degrees celcius. Lol. MT. Did one exercise and went back to class. English. Handed in our Summary Writing. Checked Chee Hui's. He thrashed me in dota. Damn~ Mrs Foo guided us on how to do Summary Writing again. Maths. Handed in the yellow file. And it was PE! Rugby. We lost 5-3. Lingeysh joker sia. 3rd pass already he say to Hariz "Come on, come on!" Like wanna provoke him ar. He really funny sia. I laughed till my chest pain. Hahaa! Reccess. Nothing much ah. Literature, our group is Kiwi! Because Chee Hui mah. History, I slept awhile. Lol. Zarreen bad, sell Bao Long opium. She's in the Chinese Secret Society. Orh hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISMISSED. [HOORAYY!!!!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway with Kah Long and Benjamin. Gekkhee sms-ed me saying that she saw me and her friends wanna see me. I was like.. O.O Lol. Kah Long bought his lunch and went to the bus interchange. Boarded 960. We wanted to go to Beach Road... Sit there for quite long already. Then asked the bus driver if the bus was going to Beach Road. He said no. We alighted and took 961. Luckily go Beach Rd. We asked the bus driver if 960 go Beach Rd or not, he say yes. Noob sia. Trick us. In the bus, did stupid stuffs. PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! Soon, reached Beach Road. But we didn't know where to walk. Asked some people. We walked through one alley. A lot of pai kias. They stare at us lor. Then I saw the Sultan Mosque. From there, I knew where to walk le. Walk walk walk, finally reach. Made our badges, bought drinks and went home. We went all the way here, got lost, just for this! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, SLEPT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7499328721106438876?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7499328721106438876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7499328721106438876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/peanut-butter-jelly-time-peanut-butter.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-7448467372799375966</id><published>2009-07-08T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:46:59.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si Hui &lt;strong&gt;forced &lt;/strong&gt;me to update. D: So bad right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really fun know, especially music! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 5.30. Mum didn't wake me up! But my brother did. Bathed and everything. Packed my bag and went off. Saw Kah Long at the bus stop. Looked to the traffic light, THE BUS WAS THERE! I ran ah! And just in time sia. Lol. Reached school, crapped... Then Mrs Foo came in. Sang NA. Temperature taking... Mrs Foo didn't let us to borrow anymore tissues from anyone. Lol. Then she collected the Edusave Forms. At midnight right, I was chionging my homework know. Cause alot mah. Geography somemore. Printer no ink. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*() Lol. DNT. Was kinda boring, so I was half dead. Sleepy... I only slept for 3 hours. Now still sleepy lor. Maths. Chatted with Chee Hui. We chatted like nobody's business. Lol. He wanna play dota with me. He say he team with Jia Ming. I WILL TRASH YOU AR! :D:D:D Science, was boring too. Lol. Reccess. Hui Xin was poking my cheeks la! Then I spam poke her. Hahha! And Si Hui also kena! Hahha! Geography. Must stand up ah. Cause never do the thingie. After Geography was Music. Hahahha! My group was FAGS + Patrick &amp;amp; Wei Sin. Lol. We thought of like... We got detention. Sweep the floor.. Then got rapist. LOLL! Funny sia. Can't stop laughing! Then outside music room. Fouzy poke Si Hui, then her hair messed up. LOLL! Then we all poke each other, I aimed for Hui Xin. Si Hui was busy tie-ing her hair, so free frag uh, she cannot defend herself! Hahha. After Music was Mother Tongue. More of a slacking lesson. I love mother tongue! Haha! Then, dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE, UPDATED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-7448467372799375966?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7448467372799375966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/7448467372799375966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-hui-forced-me-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1201039004736549666</id><published>2009-07-03T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:59:52.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped this quiz from someone's blog! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the 10 people must do this quiz, unless he / she doesn’t have a blog .Write the names of 10 people you can think off the top of your head , then answer the questions . And at the end of the test , write "done(:" 10 times . Good luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fouzy&lt;br /&gt;2. Hariz&lt;br /&gt;3. Si Hui&lt;br /&gt;4. Angeline&lt;br /&gt;5. Joey&lt;br /&gt;6. Yan Lin&lt;br /&gt;7. Hui Xin&lt;br /&gt;8. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;9. Zee&lt;br /&gt;10. Noreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How did you get to meet 7 (Hui Xin) :&lt;/span&gt; AISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would you do if you and 8 never meet (Amanda) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would you do if 1 and 5 date (Fouzy and Joey) :&lt;/span&gt; I'll be Fouzy's bestman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever seen 2 cry (Hariz) :&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would 4 and 9 be a good couple (Angeline and Zee) :&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive (Amanda) :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, she's kinda cute sometimes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's 2 favourite colour (Hariz) :&lt;/span&gt; Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When was the last time you talk to 9 (Zee) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, if talk as in physically... MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What language does 1 speak (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; English and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Who is 5 going out with (Joey) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I ain't a stalker ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What grade is 6 in (Yan Lin) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how to use the unit "grade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would you ever date with 10 (Noreen) :&lt;/span&gt; Nope, she's my kakak dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Where does 5 lives (Joey) :&lt;/span&gt; Yishun I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's the best thing about 3 (Si Hui) :&lt;/span&gt; There's too many best things about her. TOO MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What you want to tell 10 now (Noreen) :&lt;/span&gt; HELLOHELLOHELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's the best thing about 1 (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; Smackable. A way to let out my anger. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever kissed 5 (Joey) :&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What was the best memory you have with 7 (Hui Xin) :&lt;/span&gt; Her disturbing me at class. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When was the last time you saw 6 (Yan Lin) :&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How is 1 and 7 different (Fouzy and Hui Xin) :&lt;/span&gt; In a lot of ways, Fouzy's a male and Hui Xin's a female. Or the other way round? (Grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How did you meet 5 (Joey) :&lt;/span&gt; AISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is 1 your best friend (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you hate 4 (Angeline) :&lt;/span&gt; Nope and never will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you seen 4 during the previous month (Angeline) :&lt;/span&gt; Yep, in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 3 (Si Hui) :&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When is the next time you're going to see 10 (Noreen) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, ASAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are you close to 2 (Hariz) :&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever gotten into trouble with 8 (Amanda) :&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would you give 2 a hug (Hariz) :&lt;/span&gt; Nah, a handshake would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When have you lied to 3 (Si Hui) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, but I hardly lie to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is 1 good at socializing (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you know a secret about 9 (Zee) :&lt;/span&gt; Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Describe the relationship between 4 and 8 (Angeline and Amanda) :&lt;/span&gt; Good friends, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Best thing about your relationship with 1 (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's the worst thing about 6 (Yan Lin) :&lt;/span&gt; SHE'S A DINOSAUR! (that's still good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 8 (Amanda) :&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Does 7 has a girlfriend or boyfriend (Hui Xin) :&lt;/span&gt; I don't know... (Aik aik aik~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to punch 1's face (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Has 2 met your mother (Hariz) :&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How did you get to meet 3 (Si Hui) :&lt;/span&gt; AISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did you ever physically hurt 3 (Si Hui) :&lt;/span&gt; Nah, i have a kind soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you stay close to 7 (Hui Xin) :&lt;/span&gt; Not really. I stay in Woodlands while she's in Sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's 8's favourite food (Amanda) :&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, don't know leh she. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What kind of car 1 has (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; He doesn't have one, not even a toy car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you travelled anywhere with 9 before (Zee) :&lt;/span&gt; Erm, no I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you give 1 $100, what will he/she spend it on (Fouzy) :&lt;/span&gt; MP3, Lady Gaga album, Taylor Swift album, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done,&lt;br /&gt;Done...&lt;br /&gt;Done la!&lt;br /&gt;DONE~&lt;br /&gt;DONE LA~&lt;br /&gt;DONE LAH BAKA.&lt;br /&gt;DONE YOU NOOB.&lt;br /&gt;DONE YOU WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;DONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1201039004736549666?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1201039004736549666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1201039004736549666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/ripped-this-quiz-from-someones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2797589407508662042</id><published>2009-07-02T06:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:45:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was really fun. I'm starting to enjoy my seat! Hahah. Because of Chee Hui lah. And its 6.28. Woke up early today. I mean, not early but school is starting late today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30. Bathed and everything. Mum gave me money and I went out. Checked my phone. Had missed calls, from Kah Long. Lol. He actually wanted to meet me and go together lah. But, he always late lor. Baka. Reached school, did Science and some other homeworks. Talk talk talk. Then saw the NCC people changed into their uniforms. Was finding Terry lor. Then saw Terry, he already wore his uniform. Hariz, Benjamin and I went to the toilet to change too. Then take temperature and things. DNT. Was manageable. Kah Long said Mr Sin would suck. But actually, he didn't? O.o And Khairi didn't come. He sms-ed me he got high fever. Maybe kena that disease ar... After DNT was Maths. Chee Hui didn't understand. Lol. I taught him ah. But he still don't understand. And someone threw a pen at my face. Then changed back into my uniform. Photo taking! Sihui they all do the peace sign at my head. Lol? Then was... Er... Science? Damn funny lah. Chatted with Chee hui and others. Hahhahhah! Laugh here and there. Reccess. Then Geography. Was funny too. Most of the questions Ms Zhang asked was in the book mah, so I told Ms Zhang the answers effortlessly ah. Then Chee Hui said I cheated. Hahah. Then Ms Zhang said Monday would be Youth Day. Chee Hui danced. Damn funny sia. Hahahah. Music. Also damn funny. Fouzy and his socks ar.... So irritating, but fun. Kicked each other. Lol! After music, mother tongue. Erna funny sia. She scolded Fouzy. Hahahhah! Then went home. Went out again, to North Point to meet Hariz and Fouzy. Took some pictures. They told me about their big secret. Haha. Funny sia... We were very bored ah. Fouzy wanted to go Yishun Park. And we did. Saw Sheereen and her 'friend'. Play play play, then took a walk. Went to another playground. I fly out off the spinning thing. And landed on my head. Hahaa. Walked to North Point. Chatted with Hariz. Talk talk talk. (about some things, I better not say). Then walked to Chong Pang, still of the same topic. Went home. My brother bought McSpicy for me. Yay. Ate, then slept till morning, now, that is. I was really tired. I hardly sleep on June holidays. Haiya. Ok le, did my job updating this. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we don't understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2797589407508662042?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2797589407508662042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2797589407508662042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-5556192624024195505</id><published>2009-06-29T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:12:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting for the sake of Si Hui. Reviving the blog also for the sake of her. Aiya! Lol. School started. And I totally hate the new seat. Like, walao lor. But, I still won't hate Mrs Foo for this. Haha. Fouzy and Hariz so unfair lor, get with each other. Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 14 people said I grew taller! Haha. 1.52m~ Hmm. Bored uh. Lol, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a smile changes the atmosphere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's what im basically doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-5556192624024195505?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5556192624024195505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/5556192624024195505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/06/posting-for-sake-of-si-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-2961867660606466952</id><published>2009-06-22T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:21:00.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to writing here. My 200th post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ i haven't finish editting this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-2961867660606466952?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2961867660606466952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/2961867660606466952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-to-writing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-1460567903181471187</id><published>2009-04-18T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:13:35.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm gonna post my daily life on USBEINGFAGS.blogspot.com . And maybe delete this one(: Not much difference actually, so, yeah. Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="black" size=5pt"&gt;UsBeingFAGS.blogspot.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;relink.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-1460567903181471187?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1460567903181471187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/1460567903181471187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-guys-im-gonna-post-my-daily-life-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-4584399522379177627</id><published>2009-04-14T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:59:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;SUPER FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at five thirty. Both of the toilets were occupied by mum and my brother. Waited for awhile, then bathed and everything. Quickly packed my bag. I still haven't finish my homework, and I decided to do at school. It was already 6.10! I rushed to the toilet and put on my contact lens. It was a bit of a struggle cause... The first try, I dropped it. I couldn't find it at first. I was so frustrated. I looked around, and found it! Clean awhile... Tried again. DROPPED. ZZZ?! Found it right after I dropped it, cleaned it, and successfully put it on. The other one I managed to put in in the first try. Three cheers to Nazri! Wore my shoes, and went off. After reaching the first floor, I realised I forgot to bring my school badge. Went up again, took the badge, and went down. Along the way to the bus stop, I wore my badge and I saw 965! I was still so far away but! I ran to the other bus stop. And I managed to catch it! Hehhhh! Sat down in the bus to catch my breath. Reached AI, went up to class. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was sitting with Chee Hui in the bus and we walked together up. Did homework. The sound was on and Fouzy, Hariz, Khairi and I went to the Courtyard. Sat down. So bored. Kah Long was lame. HAHAA! Sang the National Anthem. Went up to class, and waited for Mrs Leong. And the funny thing about her is that she always use lipstick, not any ordinary lipstick but... The very bright red and thick one. I would laugh to myself if I see that. But today, she didn't use it. Went through science workbook. And did exercise 5.2. Then, it was literature. Literature so fun! Haahaaaaaaaa! Mr Row was totally evil! He asked me to read the third stanza on the second page of "The Scissors". And I can't really see the word "silk". And I read it like this "I offered him milk." rather than silk. Geee! After that was English. SAD! Mrs Foo was absent, and that means, Zarreen doesn't need to do show and tell. Haiyo, haiyo! Mr Ho took over. We were quite noisy, and he shouted, "I gave you an instruction and you must bloody follow it! Only those who are doing home economics project can sit together!" Hahaa, went back to my seat. After that was reccess. Told Ms Loh something about yesterday. Whew! Went to the canteen, bought food and drinks, and sat down. Eat eat eat... We chatted and chatted. Suzanne walked past me. And as usual, she patted my head :X. Went up to class, then to Idea Botique for mother tongue. The "SHHHH" teacher went pass us. Well, only Fouzy, Hariz and Khairi know who is that! HAHA! Zaki was being gross! He tried to show us disgusting stuffs. Went inside, did one exercise, AGAIN, and it ended. Went back to class, it was History. She collected the projects. I had to hand in by five. After that was Maths. Surprisingly, today's maths was FUN! Cause! CHEEHUI made it fun! HAHAA. He so funny and cute sia. LOLLLL! Do do do, FT. Mr Ho again. Tried to do the recipe thingy. Dismissed. Went to find Benjamin for the booklet to photocopy it. He said it was from Chee Hui. Went to look for him and found him buying a can of drink from the vending machine. Fouzy weent to the bookshop and asked the uncle to photocopy. He said "No". WTH? Noob or what? Got the machine then don't wanna use? We went up to meet them, I accompanied Hariz to change to PE attire. Fouzy and Khairi went to the bookshop again to try to photocopy again. Was sms-ing kak along the way! Heeheee! They came back, we handed in our projects, and went to the gym. Kakak came! Haa! Chatted and chatted, I tried some items there. Went to the basketball court and waited. The instructor came and told us to gather in two groups, those who skate before and those who haven't. Kakak stayed with us! HAHAA! In the noob section, that is. Went to the truck and took our rollerskates. Saw Sab, Ham and Zarreen. Walked to the basketball court... Wore our skates and skate-d freely! Woooo! Hahaa! And we sort of got scolded, cause we cannot skate without their permission. Tsk! chickenwanabeh! Sat down, did some stupid stuffs, the warm up. Hahaa! Then they asked us to try some things, we all managed lah. Fouzy was like... CATCH THE WIND AND PULL! and greater effort! Hahaaa! So fun! When kakak's turn, we all say "cheyy! So pro!" Hahaaaa! Skate skate skate, then had a break. Asked Fouzy and kakak to buy water for me. Waited and waited. Then suddenly Fouzy came, saying that they got scolded. SORRRYYYYYY! Went to the canteen, finished our drinks... Kakak gave me kit kat! Arigato! Went back, skate skate skate. After doing the things they asked us to do, we skated freely! YAYYYY! And sadly, I fell, and laid on the floor, flat. HAHHAAAA! Stood up, and skated again! Hahaha! Took off our skates, and we had to go back to the gym. Along the way... Shu Yi pulled us to an interview. SECRET. Cannot tell! Muahahahaaaa! So funny and fun! Went in the gym, Mr Loke had already started. Kakak was doing her homework I think and her handwriting was super nice! I like, but it was small lah. Must be biggerrrr! Dismissed. Went home with Kah Long. Reached home, took out contact lens, bathed and atee! I ate a lot lor, so hungry... Then, wrote this! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; Hiiiiii. HAHHAAHAHAHA!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-4584399522379177627?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4584399522379177627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/4584399522379177627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086814681920672189.post-6643236404792949324</id><published>2009-04-13T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:14:26.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;CHICKENWANABEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;-made by Fouczzzeh!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SUPER fun! Hahaa! Woke up at about 5.30AM. Was very hyper! 3 days of not coming to school. Keke. I done all of my homework and packed my bag. So I slacked... I went to the kitchen, open the fridge, got someone's bubble tea don't know whose. I took it and drink ah. And got pearls... I hate 'em. After drinking, I very naughty right, I shoot the pearls to the 1st floor. And OMG!? One of the pearls hit a lady ): It hit the head you know. It stuck there. The lady didn't realise... LOLLL! So funny... I was laughing to myself! 6.15, wore my contact lens. My uncle put it on for me, I was busy doing something else. Multi-tasking ah! I was, looking myself in the mirror and opening my eyes big big so that the contact lens can go in easily. That's two things right? HAHAA lame. Wore my shoes, took my bag, went to Kah Long's blog. It was still early, at about 6.25AM. Waited and waited. Got this noisy cat. But cute. It came to me, so I patted it. SEE!? I'm so good. Waited and waited till 6.38AM, he didn't show up. Went to 858 bus stop. Saw the "IC BISING"! He actually okay ah but when he start shouting ah, we all will scold him one. Really noisy! 858 came, took it, talk talk talk along the way. He asked so many stupid questions, some of them was "You 1E2 right? 1E2 is normal academics right?" WAHLAO ?! E, E, E! EXPRESS. But I just ignored. Walk walk walk, reached school quickly tried to run away from him. Got one dead bird. Don't know how it landed there. Maybe when it was flying, it hit its head to the wall and died? Ah don't know, and I also don't care actually. Went up, yay! It's heaven on Earth. Keke. Talk talk talk, then everyone was like, "Eh? You Nazri ah?" Hahaa! Then I act a bit, "Ya, why? More handsome right?" I WAS JOKING. But some people agreed lor, didn't expect it. HAAH! The stupid sound was on. Hui Xin kept on trying and trying to poke my cheeks. HAHA, NEVER! Only sang NA... No school song not fun! Had three performances by the Chinese Orchestra, Choir and Band. Choir got Kevin right? Chee Hui was imitating Kevin and he got scolded badly by teacher. Pitied him man... And wait, there's another part where I pity myself. Read on first. :DDDDDDDDD Went back to class, it was Science. Shared my book with Angeline. Fouzy was like "You two ah, sit so close to each other." I just said, "Ya, why?, Ya why?" Haha! After science was PE. Damn! This PE period suck cause... At first, I failed my 2.4KM, due to helping Fouzy. 1st round was same pace as Sab, but I gave up. Lazy to run! Was playing monkey then, I kicked the ball too hard lah! It went up the building ): And I got integrity mah, so I report to the fierce teacher. He ask me to find one aunty to see if she can take it, if not, report to Ms Loh. After that was reccess, no aunty also! Walao! Chickenwanabeh! Then I just eat eat eat, went to the seats outside the music room! We were SO noisy cause we played "heart attack" first. And we didn't say "heart attack". Instead, we used "serangan jantung"! Hahaa! Si Hui and the rest came, they played too. Then Hariz was like "EH GOT TEACHER!" He bluff us sia! No teacher. We continued on Concentration game. SO NOISY SIA! HAHA! I and Fouzy winner! Keke! WE RULE! PASSIONATE FOREVER. Wanted to play some more but, Mrs Goh came ): Took off our shoes, Patrick was putting his shoes in front of Si Hui's face then when she turn, she shouted. "AHH!" Hahaa! So fun, and funny. Went inside, Patrick folded his shirt as if he got ____. Gross, but believe it or not, I did it too... Lol. Play play playyy, mother tongue. As usual, only did one exercise and went back to class. Maths, as usual again! SO BORING. I feel like sleeping but I can't, cause I was wearing contacts. Saddd! After that was CE! Mrs Foo was talking about "Moral Courage" and something, I forgot. And she was talking about vegetables. VEGETABLES SUCKK! They never rocked, NEVER. Wonder why they even exist. Then Zarreen came back. Chee Hui asked, "Did you lose?" Haha! He so funny. Then Mrs Foo told her that she has to do the "Show And Tell" thingy. I ENCOURAGED her to tell us her "lame" jokes that she told me last night. Lolz! Then, DISMISSED. Went to Mc. Ate awhile, went home. Packed all my things, slacked awhile. Went out, took 969. Khairi ask me to signal him from inside of the bus but he wasn't there. So the bus roared off, all the way till two bus stops after NP. OH YEAH! The word was Dilemma, the "Moral Courage" and "Dilemma". Angeline just told me. THANKS HAPPY! Hahaa! Walked to the Swimming Complex. Hariz, Fizz, and Fouzy was there. I came then they all shouted my name and ran to me. Omg, i'm so loved. Hahaa! Joking. Went in, changed. Had a swimming test. I pass lah of course. Hariz, me and Khairi made it through easily. Went to the deep pool, 1.8m deep one. He taught us a trick to float. And he asked us to go in the middle of the pool and float using the technique for one minute. The technique was effective, and we swam back to the side of the pool and was dismissed. Asked Mr Matin if we could swim somemore. SO FUN! We played catching and ice and water in the pool. HAHAA! "PERANGAI!" The guy keep on throwing me into the pool. Benjamin carried me as if I was the king! Muahaha! Swim swim swim, Fizz kena bully by us. We all keep chasing him and hold his neck. He sensitive lah. Hahaa! Then, changed to our home clothes and went to Chong Pang. Hariz already went home. Me and Khairi bought bubble tea. Then, went home. And wrote this! And i'm thinking of writing a "Sorry" letter to Ms Loh. Maybe i'll be honoured in the honouring ceremony... MUAHHAA! I will try it. Heh! I think that's all! So homework for today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Exercise 5.3, all the questions on the left side, the first page of it.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's all! :D&lt;br /&gt;Bye noobs~ No lah, JOKING .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086814681920672189-6643236404792949324?l=disproportioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6643236404792949324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086814681920672189/posts/default/6643236404792949324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disproportioned.blogspot.com/2009/04/chickenwanabeh-made-by-fouczzzeh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Me?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABUzJgEgE_Q/Sjt8WIp7WmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QlXqPFtLRys/S220/AWCNQ9WCA9W648UCAJ1VC1LCAVOB8ZTCAHQDT7JCAL4RFMRCAUG57R3CAI5KG8BCAUYI9P4CAHBAWKICA0LM1UMCAK35K1FCABKRWYPCAS11RNWCAEXUGE3CAFQYVG8CA2YUKNCCATHASAMCA91DINFCAVNI7WS.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
