<?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-3559189878713587396</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:15:13.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pow Pow Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-3320722099552445116</id><published>2009-11-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:43:42.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW BLOG: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.partyoftheday.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.partyoftheday.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This blog is totally OLD. Don't tag or fuck whatever. Hehe. Go to the new blog, yeah?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-3320722099552445116?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3320722099552445116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog-www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3320722099552445116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3320722099552445116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog-www.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-881048566383931157</id><published>2009-11-01T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:58:04.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This shit was written on Sunday. Thanko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OK, so today's been really hectic. All the bye-byes. The &lt;i&gt;cryin&lt;/i&gt;'. The embarrassment. *wink*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway, it's like I guess the day I feel so miserable seyh. First, the seperation. Then, the fact that there's no cute guys in my class (...). Really, retribution HAD to come early. Lols.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh well, there's a reason behind everything. This one seems to be a blessing in disguise. I'm not sure. Err. Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't really remember everything that happened on Friday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We got our results. &lt;i&gt;CRIED&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mus became restless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zi Hui cried. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Cried along&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azmah sad. Everyone sad too&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jin Wen cried. Hugged her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did class cheer. (EXTRA LOUD)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunched at KFC with Riri &amp;amp; Nisa. No drinks. Haha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Met Jia Yi, Zi Hui, Ching Yee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went back to school for NP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No socks. Borrowed Hui Ling's. Phew.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drills in rain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got called on by IC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Became the song IC. (???)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Called daddy to pick me up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's busy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waited till 8.30pm in school...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hung out with Xian Yao, Jun Wei, ChunK while waiting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They went home. (except for Xian Yao)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went with Xian Yao, Irf, Zul and Indra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; One-word description with them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faz came.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then did something. *wink*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to the back of the canteen when they ALL left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went home in the new car. Very big.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-881048566383931157?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/881048566383931157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-shit-was-written-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/881048566383931157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/881048566383931157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-shit-was-written-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2680707199288699593</id><published>2009-11-01T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:51:17.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this before anything else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DON'T HAVE TO TAG. DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cWWqMy9I/AAAAAAAABM4/w0HK5gdIh0c/s1600-h/Nana!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cWWqMy9I/AAAAAAAABM4/w0HK5gdIh0c/s320/Nana!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I have ta' say. I know, you guys can't see my tagboard and those side thingies there. Apparently, I can. Haha. I use Safari anyways. Movin' on...&lt;br /&gt;See that lil' girl there?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you do. It's Azmah's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute? Haha. Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So erm, just after the exams, I went to Azmah's house to "celebrate" and well, hang out there.&lt;br /&gt;It's a cool thing to do so yeah....Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum drove us to their home and we were supposed to pick Nana (the lil' girl up there) up from school. I was so excited yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Azmah's been sayin' how Nana misses me and all. And I've never even met her in real life. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we picked her up. She did her happy dance and we went to McD's for apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;Shared mine with Azmah. Yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon a'ppetit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the brief breakfast, we went back to her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Made Nana her bottle of milk. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower. (Yeah, at her house.)&lt;br /&gt;And played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cUJKqCAI/AAAAAAAABMw/UczuhjtCLUo/s1600-h/DSC_0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cUJKqCAI/AAAAAAAABMw/UczuhjtCLUo/s320/DSC_0210.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cSh_Fs7I/AAAAAAAABMo/-Pt_ESTB4uY/s1600-h/DSC_0209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cSh_Fs7I/AAAAAAAABMo/-Pt_ESTB4uY/s320/DSC_0209.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cR8v5SJI/AAAAAAAABMg/6jlBptTen_0/s1600-h/DSC_0208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cR8v5SJI/AAAAAAAABMg/6jlBptTen_0/s320/DSC_0208.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cQRHQmQI/AAAAAAAABMY/S9VyyfO7AnM/s1600-h/DSC_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cQRHQmQI/AAAAAAAABMY/S9VyyfO7AnM/s320/DSC_0207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cPKfszuI/AAAAAAAABMQ/sJ61_p-sPms/s1600-h/DSC_0206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cPKfszuI/AAAAAAAABMQ/sJ61_p-sPms/s320/DSC_0206.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cN3W4vmI/AAAAAAAABMI/jLekPOIGC40/s1600-h/DSC_0205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cN3W4vmI/AAAAAAAABMI/jLekPOIGC40/s320/DSC_0205.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cLV5y_sI/AAAAAAAABMA/Zak-c_BENmM/s1600-h/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cLV5y_sI/AAAAAAAABMA/Zak-c_BENmM/s320/DSC_0204.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, we made Nisa a present for her birthday which was like 2 weeks ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a keychain thingy. Well, supposed to look like it but not really.&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: center;"&gt;The next day, Azmah gave her the keychain she made and a strawberry keychain she'd bought.&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: center;"&gt;Yeah, it's actually from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since I gave Nisa a cuddly chipunk. (which her sister took away from her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2680707199288699593?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2680707199288699593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-this-before-anything-else-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2680707199288699593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2680707199288699593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-this-before-anything-else-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/Su5cWWqMy9I/AAAAAAAABM4/w0HK5gdIh0c/s72-c/Nana!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-9158143832299396572</id><published>2009-10-31T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:29:22.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, HAHA. I know it's been like&lt;b&gt; sooo&lt;/b&gt; long since I last posted. Lols. It's after exams and I wanna express myself. *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got into &lt;b&gt;2 Respect&lt;/b&gt;, the best class. BUT it's like I lost everything because of that. I lost all of my bestfriends except for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Azmah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (yay!), especially. I dunno. It's pretty sad for me because lookin' at the class list for next year, my classmates are those quiet &amp;nbsp;type of people. My own class, except for the 6 of us, went to Commitment. Sedih tau aku. Siolxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whaaat?! And Ms Ng (formteacher), plus my HMT teacher, keeps tellin' me to NOT &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;STUDY LAST MINUTE&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty proud of that, actually people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah so anyways. I didn't study for the exams this year, ask Riri. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riri: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Ruru, i'm so bored and tired of looking at books..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruru: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'm gonna sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, right. For that whole week, I could have sworn I spent my afternoons and nights sleeping. Rotfl. So basically, I'm no first-class girl. Gragragra (word of the day??) Pretty much, I studied Biology with Riri at 2.30am. *smile!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.&lt;br /&gt;English: B3&lt;br /&gt;HMT: B4 (Muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Math: B3&lt;br /&gt;Science: A2&lt;br /&gt;Geography: A2&lt;br /&gt;History: A2&lt;br /&gt;Literature: A1&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T: A2&lt;br /&gt;Art: A2&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics: A2 (surprised actually, considerin' I &lt;i&gt;burnt&lt;/i&gt; my curry puffs. Hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;Civics &amp;amp; Moral: Don't wanna talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;Music: A (yes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be meetin' Angie soon. At 2.45?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-9158143832299396572?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9158143832299396572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/9158143832299396572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/9158143832299396572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2727626209943032052</id><published>2009-10-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:11:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey...I didn't go to school today. I was extremely and awfully tired. Plus, sitting in between sick people (Endure and Jiang Zheng) doesn't make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As you can see, I'm really bored. Just fetched Aqil from school. He's so hyper, man.&lt;br /&gt;I can say, I miss being a kid. All the blocks and Happyland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all been done. Also, I wouldn't have met marvelous people if I'd been a dwarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take what I said back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I'll be like posting again tonight, likely. Because it's only been a darn-good 3 hours&amp;nbsp;that I've been awake. I woke up at 10-ish, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my brain has been restored,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Momma, Dad and Farah had gone to Johor. Mais and Adlina were in school, so was Aqil. SO yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ALL ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written at 1:10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2727626209943032052?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2727626209943032052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/didnt-go-to-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2727626209943032052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2727626209943032052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-3307255321170058750</id><published>2009-10-02T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:50:59.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have nothing to say for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Posted at 10:50pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-3307255321170058750?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3307255321170058750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-nothing-to-say-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3307255321170058750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3307255321170058750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-nothing-to-say-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-5933987550537374850</id><published>2009-10-02T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:53:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I'm gonna spam my blog posts. Since I'm whiz-bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel whoozyxxxxx. *Puke* I wanna puke. Oh and in case you guys feel that Mr. Cat Who Bit Me (CWBM) does not deserve being spied on, I'm gonna recall the time it happened. Things that scar should be told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Azmah, Riri and Shi Yun were walking to the bus-stop at the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to my fave Mama Shop. (So we had to cross the road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you live in Woodie, you'd know there's like a huge curb where it separates two small roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle, Mr. CWBM was like sitting (yes) in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people who walked that tiny path had to pass through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a curious girl (lol), i stroked the cat and did all the cuddly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then I wanted to carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was halfway to carrying it to my chest when Mr. CWBM kinda stretched out his paws and fangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BIT (and scratched )&amp;nbsp;ME, on my calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like so disappointed or somewhat sad for the rabbid feline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, when we brisked to the end of the curb, it was like back to its sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it acted as if nothing happened. Didn't move an inch. LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...(After&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;shopped&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Mama&amp;nbsp;Shop, facing the curb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;saw&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;Evg&amp;nbsp;Sec&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;guy,&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;see.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;"Wthollycrap?!"&amp;nbsp;face.&amp;nbsp;All&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;say&amp;nbsp;was,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;cat&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;301st&amp;nbsp;victim&amp;nbsp;already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;God&amp;nbsp;knows&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;many&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;use&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;curb.&amp;nbsp;Rotfl.&lt;br /&gt;At least I was 300th. *Beams happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Azmah said she's got a surprise for me that she's gonna mail it to my house. So I'm waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;You CAN laugh, it's weird. We're not typical girls so do the Math yea?&lt;br /&gt;written at 1.31pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-5933987550537374850?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5933987550537374850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/gonna-spam-my-blog-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/5933987550537374850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/5933987550537374850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/gonna-spam-my-blog-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2945253486243837735</id><published>2009-10-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:44:43.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHILDREN'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LITTLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2945253486243837735?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2945253486243837735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-childrens-day-little-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2945253486243837735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2945253486243837735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-childrens-day-little-people.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-997966966635051659</id><published>2009-10-01T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:38:33.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mazxx, gimme that look.&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;So...Looked forward to the two tests today: Biology and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid.&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;&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure what to write. Lolxx. Uh...Okay, Dad sent me to school today cos' ITE's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on a break. When I reached there, Riri was like studying like Static Shock and Syaf was like so engrossed in her notes. It was scary, for me. I'd been on the internet for the whole night until like 10. Yeah, I slept &lt;i&gt;EARLY&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Separated claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Azmah arrived. Yay! She was like staring into space/disturbed/paranoid/tired?? Looks like somebody slept with her books for Bio. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp;YEA.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;totally&amp;nbsp;forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr&amp;nbsp;Tee&amp;nbsp;got&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;soccer&amp;nbsp;girls&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;meet&amp;nbsp;him&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;PE.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;awe,&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I again? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey GIRLS is on! I'm so happy, finally a sport CCA I could really like.&lt;br /&gt;More info AFTER the exams. It kept me happy for the whole recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Had the worst grades I've ever had. I feel like crying. But then, I'd rather not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranked a lot on Jiang Zheng today. Nerdy and my friend. HAHA. He's like so easy to trick. I was like&lt;br /&gt;putting paper into his shirt. It's like the putting-the-lizard-into-Peter's-shirt episode. That was last year. I miss him too...Jiang Zheng may pass for a Korean dude. Wtv lah. Peter more cuter. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't have pictures today. Handphone battt-flatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;Did&amp;nbsp;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;Maths&amp;nbsp;Remedial&lt;br /&gt;Ate&amp;nbsp;$2&amp;nbsp;Chicken&amp;nbsp;Rice&amp;nbsp;+&amp;nbsp;Disgusting&amp;nbsp;Jelly&amp;nbsp;(throw&amp;nbsp;away)&amp;nbsp;+&amp;nbsp;Chilled&amp;nbsp;coffee&lt;br /&gt;Got&amp;nbsp;Mazxx&amp;nbsp;jealous,&amp;nbsp;sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Messed&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;(AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;Treated Shi Yun to ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Walked Azmah home&lt;br /&gt;Got bitten by a friggin' ginger cat who looked so innocent, it had to bite me...&lt;br /&gt;( I'm gonna get the pound to catch you! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gramma's (No one at home...)&lt;br /&gt;Played with Fufu-Q&lt;br /&gt;Realised &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;SNOW CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed&lt;br /&gt;Misses Mazxx already. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A message to the cat who bit me:&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;I'm watching you...Grr. My dad's a lion, take that! Haha, I'm so childish. But really, he left like a scar or what there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-997966966635051659?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/997966966635051659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/mazxx-gimme-that-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/997966966635051659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/997966966635051659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/mazxx-gimme-that-look.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-1751651977449216935</id><published>2009-09-30T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:09:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's nothing much up today, after school then syiokkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At first I was on my way home with Azmah. Then when we were at the bus-stop already, Riri called. She said she had no where to go. Sad right? Her grandma working today so yeah...Not at home. So I got Azmah to take the next bus. She looked sad and disappointed. Sigh. Cheer up gal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;So then, I waited for Riri at the bus-stop. She came 5-mins after Azmah left. &amp;nbsp;We headed back to school, she was like, "Can uh? Cannot lah..." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;We got to the school gate and WENT IN, Riri. See? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;Since earlier Syaf said she'd be at the library waiting for detention, I suggested we accompanied Syaf too. SO...We sat at the reference area and read this &lt;b&gt;BOOK OF PARANORMAL&lt;/b&gt;. It's an interesting book. Haha. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfB3Dp9EI/AAAAAAAABK8/N3CyxtEcdIg/s1600-h/DSC_0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfB3Dp9EI/AAAAAAAABK8/N3CyxtEcdIg/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ancient China Fuck?&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: center;"&gt;That's racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfXj2pn4I/AAAAAAAABLE/mIDjs7xEaDc/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfXj2pn4I/AAAAAAAABLE/mIDjs7xEaDc/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the fooling around, Syaf had to attend DC. Sigh, so we bailed to the TOILET. Riri had to touch-up while I had to check for messages on my phone. Then, we decided to cam-whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfwaXHHtI/AAAAAAAABLM/-WuMH1SzZQI/s1600-h/DSC_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfwaXHHtI/AAAAAAAABLM/-WuMH1SzZQI/s320/DSC_0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNgFqqhWYI/AAAAAAAABLU/Cth8EH9iFog/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNgFqqhWYI/AAAAAAAABLU/Cth8EH9iFog/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNgaf8X5gI/AAAAAAAABLc/VTlMBug-dSk/s1600-h/DSC_0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNgaf8X5gI/AAAAAAAABLc/VTlMBug-dSk/s320/DSC_0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesomest Prime!&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;Yeah, bored and tired, we went out to get something to eat. No, no more Causeway. SICK OF IT SIA. Instead, we went to the Mama Shop and bought Instant Mee Goreng. Very cool. Check Riri's blog for pics if she's uploaded it. Go one corner and pray for nice pics. Haha. Yeah. After lunch, loiter around the area.&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;I love this. It's got a Bar in it. Like Rumaizah Bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNhFNMzakI/AAAAAAAABLs/7zdp1Dhsv-U/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNhFNMzakI/AAAAAAAABLs/7zdp1Dhsv-U/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Then we played at the finess corner for awhile. Don't wann talk about it, got embarrassed. Tmr maybe?&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;I'll&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;tmr.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;needta'&amp;nbsp;sleep.&amp;nbsp;Have&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;wake&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;3am&amp;nbsp;tmr.&amp;nbsp;Need&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;hmk&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;study&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;bit&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;MT.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;need&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;stay&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;HMT&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;else...I&amp;nbsp;won't&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;Riri,&amp;nbsp;Azmah,&amp;nbsp;Nisa&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Syaf&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;Marinah...And&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;Ach&amp;nbsp;girls&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;ASP&amp;nbsp;boys&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;Ach&amp;nbsp;Boys...Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-1751651977449216935?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1751651977449216935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-much-up-today-after-school-then_7588.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1751651977449216935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1751651977449216935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-much-up-today-after-school-then_7588.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsNfB3Dp9EI/AAAAAAAABK8/N3CyxtEcdIg/s72-c/DSC_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2166073830560288354</id><published>2009-09-29T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:17:33.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the way we ahuh...ahuh.&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: center;"&gt;There's nothing to talk about in school. Just caught up with my beauty sleep and all. So now, we skipbeat to AFTER school. OK, I've told you guys that I'd be visiting the Malay student's houses (ja-lan ra-ye) today. So yeah, it did turn out well. I shall now begin...&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: center;"&gt;It was a sweltering day, I was rushing home before 2.30pm so that I could meet up with the rest at Woodie Int. &amp;nbsp;by 3.30pm. So I was running and panting and running and panting. After loads of that, I reached home and quickly changed into my costume. I was wearing a translucent gold/brown top. The skirt was a mixture of brown and maroon. Okay, anyways, there was a miscommunication and so Azmah arrived late. Sorry Azmah! I let you down, sorry.&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: center;"&gt;Well, she arrived really cute, in pink and a black shawl. She's too cute.&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: center;"&gt;After embracing Azmah and makin' her cheeks go &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;waited&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;912&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;Mus's&amp;nbsp;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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: center;"&gt;We took the bus and a few pics.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8Sbmu3uI/AAAAAAAABI8/Upzcg2DXMaQ/s1600-h/Azmah%27s+Potrait!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8Sbmu3uI/AAAAAAAABI8/Upzcg2DXMaQ/s320/Azmah%27s+Potrait!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Azmah, the cutie. Hehe. She's gonna kill me for this.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8ZzFtRJI/AAAAAAAABJE/ZjVohDBY7Ek/s1600-h/Behind+the+Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8ZzFtRJI/AAAAAAAABJE/ZjVohDBY7Ek/s320/Behind+the+Man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Men.&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: center;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;reached&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;bus&amp;nbsp;stop,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;got&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;lost.&amp;nbsp;Maybe&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;lot.&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;searching&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;block.&amp;nbsp;Haha.&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: center;"&gt;We found it, at last.&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: center;"&gt;Then, we entered and lounged. Marinah was already there. I LOVE her eyeliner, man. Marinah, I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; you. Haha. Joking. After a few minutes, we ate spaghetti prepared specially by Musliha (!) &amp;nbsp;It's nice.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8dGaZ3eI/AAAAAAAABJM/Wu9a7r4_Lno/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8dGaZ3eI/AAAAAAAABJM/Wu9a7r4_Lno/s320/DSC_0015.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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8dGaZ3eI/AAAAAAAABJM/Wu9a7r4_Lno/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8gIStaCI/AAAAAAAABJU/nbtMiy0S6c4/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8gIStaCI/AAAAAAAABJU/nbtMiy0S6c4/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Riri.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8gIStaCI/AAAAAAAABJU/nbtMiy0S6c4/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8i6qrCcI/AAAAAAAABJc/H6njRNZ-7ek/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8i6qrCcI/AAAAAAAABJc/H6njRNZ-7ek/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Syaf, in action?&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: center;"&gt;Btw, I burped real loud there. HAHA. We burst into fits of giggles. And Musliha's sis wa like laughing too. She's so nice to us. EVERYONE heard it. Blushing sia. Luckily, the guys weren't there. Phew...&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: center;"&gt;NOTICE: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AN HOUR LATER, STILL NO SIGN OF THE GUYS. EXCEPT FOR FIFII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They're like super-late. Wtv. We proceeded with photo-taking without them with only one guy.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8lue4YRI/AAAAAAAABJk/S3tEbYSjaiA/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8lue4YRI/AAAAAAAABJk/S3tEbYSjaiA/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was candid, explaining the bad pixels.&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: center;"&gt;You see, my phone wasn't on the correct mode so the pictures were really pathetic. Now, I have learnt from my mistake. Cheer, please. Lol.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8o74UwAI/AAAAAAAABJs/mmwNL_2vj74/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8o74UwAI/AAAAAAAABJs/mmwNL_2vj74/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another candid! From left: Nisa, Riri, Azmah and Syaf.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8rsYL8vI/AAAAAAAABJ0/lfq-h2KMCBg/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8rsYL8vI/AAAAAAAABJ0/lfq-h2KMCBg/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Standing from left: Silmi, Marinah, Nurlina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting from left: Me, Azmah, Riri, Syaf and Nisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM86VP4x0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/v_pcJD3TBnQ/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM86VP4x0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/v_pcJD3TBnQ/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pose, gal!&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: center;"&gt;So the boys arrived, not remorseful at all. And worst of all, Azmah, Nisa, Syaf and Silmi had to run quick before 8's and 6's. IT WAS 4.30 ALREADY. With 12 houses to go. Fish it! Told the guys off and we headed to Fifii's.&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: center;"&gt;There, we ate fries and nuggets. Haha. &lt;b&gt;NICE! &lt;/b&gt;So we ate a lot. The guys went in Fifii's room for PSP games, plus Xbox if I'm not wrong. While the girls sat outside, watching MTV. Hehe. Then I was like, " Where the hell are the rabbits?" to Riri. Lol. But since she was still eating, Miss. Cutie went with me. Hehe. Guess what I SAW...&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8-rQ6OFI/AAAAAAAABKE/yd1mWH95F7U/s1600-h/DSC_0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8-rQ6OFI/AAAAAAAABKE/yd1mWH95F7U/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FYI: There are TWO rabbits on top of each other. LOL. Are they like mating?&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: center;"&gt;So I asked Fifii, he said two males so I was like " Oh shit." Haha. Homosexuals first, now homo-rabbit.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9baJubaI/AAAAAAAABKM/QEsVfcPTgrA/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9baJubaI/AAAAAAAABKM/QEsVfcPTgrA/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to squeeze this guy. Argh. Too adorable.&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: center;"&gt;After that, we went&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;Marinah's&amp;nbsp;house.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;deco.&amp;nbsp;Hehe.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;like,"&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;hate&amp;nbsp;you,"&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;same&amp;nbsp;shoes&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;her.&amp;nbsp;ROTFL.&amp;nbsp;Girls...The&amp;nbsp;guys&amp;nbsp;continued&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;games&amp;nbsp;still.&amp;nbsp;Then&amp;nbsp;Wawan,&amp;nbsp;Marinah's&amp;nbsp;lil'&amp;nbsp;bro,&amp;nbsp;threw&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;tantrum.&amp;nbsp;God&amp;nbsp;punished&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;Dad.&amp;nbsp;Fierce&amp;nbsp;sia.&amp;nbsp;Brrr.&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: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;any&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;house&amp;nbsp;though.&amp;nbsp;Sorre.&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: center;"&gt;Following Marinah's house, was Azmah's house. With request, it's gonna be private so we move on again.&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: center;"&gt;MY HOUSE! They wanted to walk from Azmah's house to Yishun MRT station (1km plus). Crazy siolxx. I told them to take the bus but no...they didn't listen. So Fazil, Nurlina, Silmi, Riri and I got minor injuries. Haha. People wear heels mah. About Fazil, he kena ram ball yesterday so yeah. In the end, everyone gave up and took the MRT to Khatib. Where they had to walk another 10 yards to my house. That's fairly far but I told them it was really near. And they walked.&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: center;"&gt;I was like running to cheer them up. Wanted to scare them but in the end Irf was in front, so he didn't get scared. LOL. My mum was waiting at home, ya' know. Anyway, the girls weren't fond with the rats there. About after a few rests and a full 10-mins, we reached my house! We crammed into a lift and stank our way UP.&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: center;"&gt;There already, my parents weren't at home. So I had to serve them myself. Err...Yeah. BUT the spaghetti were ready (yes, spaghetti, again.) on the table. So I turned on my room's air-con and let the girls in. Sorry, guys. The guys sat down and Dur was like leading them in a tahlil (prayers before eating). Gave them my guitar while I poured the drinks and Marinah readied the sauce. I OWE MARINAH ONE. Love you!&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: center;"&gt;Then I was like begging them to eat the spaghetti up. They were like "No. no." Marinah and Irf were like " Let's eat..." And they ate. LOL. I mean, the others. Thanks Irf, OWE YOU ONE TOO.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Played the guitar for the girls, cleaned up the table, helped Musliha and Lina, chatted with Riri in the kitchen, Momma and Dad reached home, give green packets, Yo Momma'ed with Fazil, played with Fufu-Q (the cat we played with), &amp;nbsp;bid farewell.&lt;/b&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: center;"&gt;Next stop, Lina's house (Sembawang). So to the MRT,took my shortcut (I had my reasons for bringing you guys to the long cut at first) where we had to dash across 2 roads. Irf and Mus want to act berani lah konon. Haha. Joking.&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: center;"&gt;When we reached Sembawang MRT station, Dur had to go. The others didn't notice. Sad, dude. Nvm. So we had to walk another 2.4km (+++) to Lina's house. IT WAS CRAZY TO DO IT &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IN HEELS&lt;/span&gt;. So Riri and me took of our shoes and walked but halfway only. Because our feet were getting more painful. Lmao. Then, I climbed up a wall and walked on it. The guys had that WTH face. Screw them, haha. I was having fun. S what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9cRkGT6I/AAAAAAAABKU/2vkfP7i0Atk/s1600-h/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9cRkGT6I/AAAAAAAABKU/2vkfP7i0Atk/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9erKjoII/AAAAAAAABKc/7L_1oFJ6Kh0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9erKjoII/AAAAAAAABKc/7L_1oFJ6Kh0/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Riri's pic but you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9u2J6VDI/AAAAAAAABKk/bnI5PhG3C9g/s1600-h/DSC_0029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9u2J6VDI/AAAAAAAABKk/bnI5PhG3C9g/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really creepy AND dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9zaMK3qI/AAAAAAAABKs/jXkTjZju9IM/s1600-h/DSC_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM9zaMK3qI/AAAAAAAABKs/jXkTjZju9IM/s320/DSC_0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moonlight-ish, creepy AND super-dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM92PmQRjI/AAAAAAAABK0/EZi7ffBTMJc/s1600-h/DSC_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM92PmQRjI/AAAAAAAABK0/EZi7ffBTMJc/s320/DSC_0032.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: center;"&gt;Yeah, we reached her house at 10.15pm. Drank. Thirsty-Hydrate. Stayed there till' 11. Then made a move with Riri. Irf and Mus still wanted to go to Fazil's house. Wtfish. Haha. I hadn't done my Art somemore...&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: center;"&gt;We told our dads to pick us up at Sun Plaza so we had to walk to Sun Plaza/Sembawang MRT station back. We took on/off our shoes and stuff. Haha. Made jokes and scared ourselves on the way. Sigh, I never regretted it. I know you didn't too, Riri.&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: center;"&gt;Parted ways and drove home in two diff. directions.&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: center;"&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2166073830560288354?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2166073830560288354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-way-we-ahuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2166073830560288354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2166073830560288354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-way-we-ahuh.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SsM8Sbmu3uI/AAAAAAAABI8/Upzcg2DXMaQ/s72-c/Azmah%27s+Potrait!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-6360576489625068358</id><published>2009-09-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:17:26.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm so okay with the phone. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say today was great, with all the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;four tests&lt;/span&gt; and all. I hadn't studied so &amp;nbsp;I was like gabra during the ongoing tests. Haha. I wasn't really paying any game up during class too. &lt;i&gt;Busy gazing&lt;/i&gt; and laughing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, today's not much. I'm pretty emo now cos' somehow, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;the house visits were cancelled&lt;/span&gt;. Many people didn't or couldn't go today so yeah...The obvious postponing. Blargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No lah, I'm not mad. It's just something to write about. We're still going tmr right? Meeting at Mus's at around 3. But it's unlikely I'll be at Mus's, cos' I'll be runnin' late. I live pretty far up ya' know. Other than that, me texting you-should-know-who. I'm having a writer's block which is very temporary and not going to affect anything in the balance of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore this if you are not &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU MUST COME! EVERYONE'S GONNA BE THERE. WE NEED YOU. OR RAINBOWS WILL TURN GRAY. PRETTY PLEASE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's about it. It's uh currently 11:11pm now. Don't think anybody's friggin' awake now and up for me to talk to. Vanessa...or should I say, Vance...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner of The Crappiest Yet Awesomest Gal Ever,&lt;br /&gt;Rumaizah Bar. (Don't laugh at my achievement okay? Not funny. Rotfl. Laughlah, I'm not stopping you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-6360576489625068358?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6360576489625068358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-okay-with-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/6360576489625068358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/6360576489625068358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-okay-with-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-6665140299656203605</id><published>2009-09-27T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:39:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Beep, beep. Please pick up my calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;On this fateful Sunday&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;We went &amp;nbsp;for breakfast at Sembawang. Ate prata (extremely appetising), didn't order drinks though. Paid at the cashier. Before that, at home, Momma and Dad were talking about getting a new phone for me. So I was getting one that noon. When Causeway opened, that is. Tsk, tsk. They're like fully-open only at 10...Wtv lah. So excited, you know? Breakfast time gone, Causeway here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;On that fateful Sunday noon&lt;/b&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;Went around Singtel with Dad to look at the models. I've mentioned earlier on my choices; a &lt;i&gt;htc&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;LG&lt;/b&gt; and Nokia. So I explained to him that I really wanted a phone with a Qwerty board. He said OKAY. Bam! That was easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queued up for a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst waiting, I sat down on a comfy bench and watched European soccer players kick the goals. They're really awesome. Haha. The "mio" people swutched the channel to Li, my 3rd favourite channel! Lols. Sat there for another fifteen as the chefs whipped up sandwiches? They looked like it. ER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about half an hour later, we reached the counter. Blah, blah, blah. Yee Ven (the counter girl)&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could have all of my choices. Forgot to tell you guys that before the counter part, Dad said I should have a Sony E. XI Xperia. It's sleek but bulky though. Had everything, literally. Another beauty. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Dad did all the talking. Also, I got a new plan, unlimited free texting. So, people, text me. Don't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, in the end, I got the Sony E. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to pay up, Momma came. And after an hour, she got an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Can you believe it? Dad bought her an iPhone. Crap. I wanna husband too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so anyways, we're supposed to go to Aunt DJ's house. Hehe. She's cookin' laksa for HER open-house. previous years, it's been yong tau foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, there was only ONE family. Early-comers, like my family. But my family stay up till the clean-up part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just so you guys know, I cried like a lot trying to figure my new phone out. Frustrating sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really worn out at the event. Dang choppy phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the usuals and today, Elias. Haha. El, makin tambah volume nampak? ( Translation: El, you're volume's been increasing.) HAHA. Yeah, we're quite close and he's kinda the closest guy my age I can get to. 12 year old dude. Or my 14 year old cousin in Australia. Sorre for sidetrackin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dians rebonded her hair. OKlah, she's beautiful with anything nia. But she's a lot better with waves. Man, my jeans were like damn droppy. And my tee couldn't cover up at the back so get it alwedy. I've been really casual these days. I need a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; sweatshirt. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 11, we ciao-ed the place. Took the green packets and drove to Nisa's. In case you're wonderin', my shoes are still at her place. LOL. So I grabbed em' and went home. Everybody was tired so we all knocked off real early. After finishing Lit and English in 30 mins, yes. Ditched everything else and curled up in bed, waiting for Azz's text message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;That never came&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-6665140299656203605?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6665140299656203605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/beep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/6665140299656203605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/6665140299656203605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/beep.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-9047209271252826405</id><published>2009-09-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:00:57.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;OPEN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in spite of Hari Raya, my household had an open house. More like a full-house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 10:40am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1hr 3mins - First guest, Dad's student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my bag's at Nisa's? So I had to pick it up by 11 with order from the girl. Lols. Anyways, I told my Dad to drive me to Woodlands. You know what he'd say? "I'm tired already lah, why never tell earlier? At night then send lah." Sigh. So I changed into my PE attire (paisey lah carry 3 bags in home clothes, like maid like that) to catcha bus. Momma got Dad to drive. Out the door when Dad's student came...He tagged along the ride.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty long ride to-and-fro. An outrageous convo during the drift. Haha. I kinda forgot most of them but I sure know they were dirrrty. ITE kids are so whacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: "You off the radio arh. I on my phone.Then can make you drive faster. Fiercer songs de." *Ons song*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "You like Michael Jackson?"&lt;br /&gt;Dude: "Yalah, he&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;touch his cock only can do everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." (&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled a lot during the trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hr 45mins - Arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More "LOL" factors: Momma told me about the dude being gay and he was "sewel" (translation: idiotic), Dad saying he was suffering from ADHD. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3hr - 2nd guest, Dad's student, again. Fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY did a lot of horny stuff so they got scolded by my momma. Hahas.The fatter guy had super-long fringe which suited him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6hr - Here comes the fascinating crowd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hellllll of fun with little children/adults. Pillow fights, wrestling, singing, guitars, pianos. stomach flu etc. Oh yeah, I HEARD a funny convo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam(6 year old cuz): "....my ass."&lt;br /&gt;Mais(my sis): "Hey! You're too young to say that."&lt;br /&gt;Aidil(5 year old cuz and bro to Adam): "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hey, look! My penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.*runs away*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened. You know, all the family things that happen on big family gatherings that only people with families would know. So, this goes to everyone, family's for life! Families AND friends anyways.&amp;nbsp;Now&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;where&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;got&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;riot-loving,&amp;nbsp;laidback&amp;nbsp;attitude/personality from. Yeap, that's right. MY FAMILY. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to people who have asked me this question, " How much have you collected so far?"...I'd like to say this to you. Do the math, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let amount collected so far be &lt;i&gt;x,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt; = 9999(3)-9990+500-7-[4(5000)]+300-300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more or less around there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-9047209271252826405?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9047209271252826405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-house-yeah-in-spite-of-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/9047209271252826405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/9047209271252826405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-house-yeah-in-spite-of-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-4544709192107483403</id><published>2009-09-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:02:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PS: Note to self - I owe Nisa a very big bear. Hehe. Sims 2 and Sims 2 Seasons CDs. And a b'day water balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-4544709192107483403?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4544709192107483403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps-note-to-self-i-owe-nisa-very-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/4544709192107483403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/4544709192107483403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps-note-to-self-i-owe-nisa-very-big.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-7645501220904915298</id><published>2009-09-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:47:32.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm back! Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ah...today ah...today ah...Lols. Cut the crap up, Ru. Anyways, in the morning, I missed bus 965 cos' I had to grab my jeans and tee for afternoon. *Wink* Yeah, so I reached school pret-ty late. The others were there already. Man...I hate being last, lols. Choo choo. Here speeds the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ,my god, fine. Until fire drill time happened. Ahuh, a fire drill. It was Math anyway. Slept halfway, woke up to the siren. Dammit. OKay, so we had to sit on grass. So we had to fry ourselves under the sun. So we had to get grass on our hair (Ask Mr. Ang Jun Wei). It was totally fine because Mis was there. Sigh. Lol. And yes, the Malay Society of Class One A'spire &lt;b&gt;finally &lt;/b&gt;decided on a date to visit each other's houses. I'm friggin' excited for the day. Make way, baby! Haha. Extra sia me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Angie told me she wanted to finish her Art. And that we were gonna paint. Yay! Squeeze, squeeze, paint, paint. Plus, WeiX too. Thanks, dude. You're awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were painting, Weimm was like killing dolls (yes, dolls). Yesterday's story. So me, Zuzu and WeiX were like saving it from the Weimmonster. He was using the chair leg. Can you imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Flash: The doll currently suffers a disfigured eye and plucked eyelashes. And 360-head turn clot, lol. And well, Attacked-By-Weimm Syndrome, a type of trauma. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, CJ was being funny and lawling. Haha. He wasn't really himself today. Zuzu was screamin' like a bitch?! Haha, really. When Weimm took his foolscap and did an "autograph". &lt;i&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had NP for half-an-hour; Irf and Dur and JunWei not there, felt like dying manzzxx. Ahh. People extremely close to me would know why. Bid byebye to CCA.*Winks again* Met Azz. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, chilled out with the Nisa and Riri. Azmah couldn't make it though. *Pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nisa's b'day lah. Remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did many things. I felt like a girl somewhat. A nice feeling though. But not my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ending, when we (Riri and me only) were at the bus stop. I broke real news to Riri. I'm so happy. Finally told her. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my backpack's now at Nisa's house. Yeah, walao. All my NP stuff there. Baby, I'll be coming to get you tmr. Muacksxx. Sentimental sia me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout out to all of you that I LOVE YOU all smack-down. Go kiss the people beside you, it's MY LOVE Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-7645501220904915298?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7645501220904915298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-ahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7645501220904915298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7645501220904915298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-5064293811623787927</id><published>2009-09-25T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:25:27.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;new phone&lt;/span&gt;. Which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;htc &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Magic&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR &lt;/b&gt;an LG &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;KM&lt;/span&gt;900 Arena &lt;b&gt;OR &lt;/b&gt;a Nokia E63?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-5064293811623787927?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5064293811623787927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-new-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/5064293811623787927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/5064293811623787927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-605512791631793755</id><published>2009-09-24T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:27:25.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muahaha. English NE Skit! Get ready the guns. Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I bet you all know today's the English Skit presentation. Haha. It was a blast, man. Thanks for the great response. Lol. Some of you guys didn't get it since you guys laughed to much and lost track. I'll explain anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the first scene was suppose to be Gramma (me), Baby (Zuzu), Sister (WeiX) [ not gay guy ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weimm was/is the teenager in the family. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, they were dozing. WeiX wasn't exaggerating, it was his part to play. At least made you guys laugh, didn't he? Haha. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the act btw, WeiX was the WIFE and Weimm was the LIM KIM SAN. Lols. Not the other way round. That's why he was peein' standin' up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I love the humour and the fun of being there and enjoying myself. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Azmah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be emo, kays? It's just the presentation, you still have EOY. Nobody's perfect, you gotta work it...*tune* Yeah, sidetracked. Anyways, you just do your best. Fail in school or life? Pick one. Smile!&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/3559189878713587396-605512791631793755?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/605512791631793755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/muahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/605512791631793755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/605512791631793755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/muahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-4714835835430829681</id><published>2009-09-23T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:59:00.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY NISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-4714835835430829681?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4714835835430829681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-happy-birthday-nisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/4714835835430829681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/4714835835430829681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-happy-birthday-nisa.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-163706168299068273</id><published>2009-09-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:20:41.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just wanna dedicate this post to a good friend of mine, Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There's been so much misunderstanding, man. I dunno who you'd rather trust; him or me. Like as if he even cares for anyone but himself. Come on, girl. I don't wanna lose you, okay. I never said what came out from that clever mat-reputation. Argh, I just wanna tell you that I'll be there if you ever need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated and confused, ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your turn now, Pudding Boy. The next move is soooo mine.&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/3559189878713587396-163706168299068273?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/163706168299068273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-wanna-dedicate-this-post-to-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/163706168299068273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/163706168299068273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-wanna-dedicate-this-post-to-good.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-7184777055145487107</id><published>2009-09-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:38:28.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need to hurry becos' I HAVE YET TO PRACTISE on my Homec. Ok so briefly, today's not such a bad day. Lesson's were as gloomy as any other day, plus ChunK told me we were having High Achiever's course this afternoon. Slow-mo : What the shitake mushrooms?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zoom to H.A...From now on, I'll only blog on the days that I find interesting. Which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After school at about 1.50pm, the librarian was having a lunch break. It won't budge until 2.30 so Riri suggested we hung out at the toilet first. Her fav. place now. Lawls. When we were there, she saw Marinah and turned back. Sigh. So we ditched our bags at the library shelves and head to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wei Ming, Zhen Yuan, Xing Ling and Jin Wen were there, doing their Chinese spelling thing. With the whiteboard all to ourselves, we (Riri and I) played "board game". Haha. Started with a drawing guessing game. We played halfway when Wei Ming decided to join the game as MingMing. It's a he, people. A male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;MingMing gave up the game becos' he was losing after a few mins. So Riri moved on to a number-guessing game. This time, ChunK joined. The others pulled back. You guys are so mean, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At about 2.34, Fazil and Dur dropped by and Irf's bag. Literally. Anyway, I suggested Riri and I hid Irf's bag. So we hid it under the teacher's table. Until Fazil asked for it back again. End of prank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the AVA Room, Coach Isaac took our attendance. Of course we mixed out names up. Don't worry. Onward, Isaac. So he talked and talked. I can only remember we played a scavenger hunt game. Heck of a game! We were tied by a rafia string with 6 other people. It does hurt, fyi. Tied by the back of our uniform. Ouch, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After the hunt, Isaac gave us a 10-min break. The guys were playing touch-rugby. So I went to the back where they were to have a better view. Funny game. And hard? Yeah, hard. Fazil played rough. So did Dur. Haha. Irf fell in knee-split position. So pitiful nia. Hit the floor real hard. Endure checked him and he passed his test, lol. Then we had to break up the rugby game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We watched The Madagascar; Penguins after that. At about 6.15pm, Coach Isaac released us. ChunK was worried for his Homec. So was I. I haven't tried cooking it. No...Angie too. Some of us, including Endure and ChunK, HADN'T brought their umbrellas. As you guys know, it was raining pigs and monkeys. Really hard hit for the raindrops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Something personal happened when I came out of the school gate but it's kinda private. Moving on, I caught a bus and reached home at about 7-ish. Almost break-fast time. Sigh. We ordered in, McD's cheeseburgers and fries. So now, I'm worried for my Homec since I haven't tried cooking it ever. Epok-epok or curry puffs are the easiest thing to dish ya' know. Argh...Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-7184777055145487107?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7184777055145487107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-to-hurry-becos-i-have-yet-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7184777055145487107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7184777055145487107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-to-hurry-becos-i-have-yet-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-1182769919885174601</id><published>2009-09-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:25:43.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Don't stare at me like that lah. I know I skip-post again. Haha. Yeah, I've been really busy these few days (the more to talk about it) plus, my mum's been banning us. From any computers at home, including the lappy. Poor devices...It's been a great/awful weekend. Homework's been cut off a bit. A bit, mind you. It's 11:13pm now. Finishin' up my Geo poster. O and it's Lailatul Qadr and Azz( Not Azmah, lol) is at the masjid. Alimnye hawtie. Haven't message me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, let's talk about me being remorseful. I will make up by posting the past posts okay? So if you guys are bored or anythin', just know that there are a few past posts that you haven't read. Applause...Louder,louder. Rotfl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a Sunday. Which is the day I rush with my homework. I don't feel like going to CreativeCircle tmr. It's boring there anyway. Wanna go out with Vanessa but I'll have to see first. Also, I'm coming down with sore throat caught from Momma. Oh man, now I'm gonna sound like Darth Vader's friend. Don't worry, I already have a purple light-saber. LOL. Hold your laughter. In every teen, there is a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After religious class, I strolled around and then had a nap. Woke up at 4. Momma and Papa were out, at Tekka! Nothin' to be excited about, really. Er...Did my Maths(at last!) and other homework that I NEED TO URGENTLY HAND IN BY TMR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it after I broke fast with &lt;i&gt;rendang&lt;/i&gt; from Geylang. Momma decided to go to Geylang after all.Shiokk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chatted with Fifii. Whose now happy-go-lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-1182769919885174601?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1182769919885174601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/stare-at-me-like-that-lah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1182769919885174601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1182769919885174601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/stare-at-me-like-that-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-1442497655185603682</id><published>2009-09-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:45:49.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crack! You hear that? That is the sound of Derraig's torn trousers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of silence as I pray for a great day tmr. Haha. Okay. Yeah so today we had NP. In the morning, Khairiyah texted me. Texted back. In school, we straight away changed into our full-U. We were changin' when we realised Mawarni wasn't turnin' up. Two girls less, I guess. She and Hidayah...Sigh. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we fell in, there were so little of us. Ahuh, today's the LanceC test. Promotion tests are always THAT bad. I think Dur was like the only Malay guy there. Irf and Indra cabut go where also dunno. Irf went for soccer. Lol. Indra had silat so okay, I do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; know where they are. Tick, tock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okays...I fell out twice because I had a real bad headache. Khairiyah was a casualty too, mostly because she panicked. I pity her man. She didn't come during the Wednesday training. She thought she was gonna fail. No babe, you won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yea, the fun part again, after the whole test, Keith Sir gathered us at the ECPP corner. He joked around, lol. Made fun of me. Wtv lah. Laugh as much as you can. Then he went "All of you got promoted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also broke the news that there were only 5 third-drill badge cadets. No, I didn't get it. Angie, Risa and Chrysline did though. Always the Chinese girls get one lah. So no use if I tell Sir I am good enough. Lawls. "If you guys not happy arh, you tell me now then can appeal. Who die-die want appeal one?" Keith Sir mocked. I don't know why but we all exclaimed Alvin's name. HAHAHAHA. He was like "I never say, I never say. Dowan,dowan..." Dude, you're so funny, again. So he did the cock-a-doodle drill. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Keith Sir dared us to beat the guys in a mini-changing parade. Haha. So funny sia. We won them 3-0. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So it results in Keith Sir having to enlighten his pocket as so to buy us each 2 bottles of drink. Please remind me Keith Sir owes 6 girls 2 drinks. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and did things that I couldn't remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-1442497655185603682?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1442497655185603682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/crack-you-hear-that-that-is-sound-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1442497655185603682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1442497655185603682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/crack-you-hear-that-that-is-sound-of.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-7654894694605944916</id><published>2009-09-10T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:34:55.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Really Random Things That I Can Think Of Right Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Team Jacob B. is trampin' over Team Edward!&lt;br /&gt;2. I know I have the greatest bestfriends!&lt;br /&gt;3. My nails are still short...&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm growin' taller!&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;After&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;fasting&amp;nbsp;month,&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;together?&lt;br /&gt;6. If I cry now, will the floor get shiny?&lt;br /&gt;7. Is Malibu even an English word?&lt;br /&gt;8. Is that a bird?&lt;br /&gt;9. Are dwarves cute?&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are interest called interest when everybody hates extra payment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-7654894694605944916?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7654894694605944916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-random-things-that-i-can-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7654894694605944916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7654894694605944916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-random-things-that-i-can-think.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-8656933112170634478</id><published>2009-09-10T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:46:27.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know! I know! I didn't update yesterday and I cheated on it today. Lawls. Go burn your carbs somewhere else. Haha. Or here, if you wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay,today Collo is very the moody. Dunno why...But he's havin' a date tmr so cheer up dude! Don't give her that muke. And smile for the cam! Moving on...Oh, yesterday, I forgot to tell you how permanent the backache is when you ride a child's bike.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; May&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my spine regain it's original s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hape one day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It was so painful but I just wanted to try it out. Lol. Nothing to do while I went to fetch something from my Nena's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today, I just lazed around the house. Did my art potrait stuff. &lt;b&gt;I HATE ART&lt;/b&gt;. My sis baked cookies, chocolate at that. But my mum won't let me put more choco chips. Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Momma's sick today. Sorethroats hoarsing her up. Her voice like&lt;i&gt; Darth Vader&lt;/i&gt; sia. No offence, lols. I remembered when I was 11, Raphael almost killed me trying to light-saber with me (since I was in a Darth Vader costume for Be Yourself Day and so was he). He thought I was a guy...-.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Plus, I still got a lot of homework that I don't want to ignore. Man, I still can't find a lighter around here. Chattin' with Angie right now. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I miss him...already. Oh, NPCC tmr. Lance Corp test, not the top &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;1000&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;1001 things you wanna do during your NPCC life. Thou shall sign off now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-8656933112170634478?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8656933112170634478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-know-i-didnt-update-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/8656933112170634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/8656933112170634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-know-i-didnt-update-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-3886989361648191938</id><published>2009-09-09T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:50:36.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gonna keep this awfully short yeahs? So anyways, not much happened in school. Normal, I hate that word. Eww! Lol. Okay, when I got home, I watched TV and doze off. Now listen, happy part. So after the nap, I watered my cacti. Notice: A cactus needs a lot of water. I hope it doesn't die so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I have an allergy with furry tots anyway. I had a dream about havin' a kitten at home. It was the best dream I had since I detached myself with He Who Shall Not Be Named. Aww...But it was stripy. With blue eyes. Yeah, those black and white type of pattern. Yeah so when I woke up, I was sneezing like hell. LOL. My allergies are affected by dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy part sucks. I just realised that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-3886989361648191938?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3886989361648191938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/gonna-keep-this-awfully-short-yeahs-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3886989361648191938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3886989361648191938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/gonna-keep-this-awfully-short-yeahs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2931829729264815467</id><published>2009-09-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:48:20.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One word for description: Tiring.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wanna know why? NPCC, duh. It sucks the soul outta ya' and donates it to Happyland(wherever that it). Haha. Anyways, when I reached school today, Angie was there already and Adrian was waitin' for her or something. She was puffin' when I met her, poor girl. Didn't ask her why though.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were supposed to fall in in full-U. Gosh, complicated much? Changed with the other girls and munched on a piece of &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Kinder Bueno&lt;/span&gt; or maybe a packet. LOL. Then, Angie said she forgot somethin' so we had to go back to the canteen where Irf was. He must have seen me chewin' I guess becos' he was like,"Eh! Tak puase eh?" with that &lt;i&gt;playful face&lt;/i&gt;, again. Lol. Explain,explain. Guys...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we fell in, I realised that my right shoulder's button was like gone. Shoot, had to use a safety pin. Helped Syafiqah with her spoilt buttons. Irf had a disfunctional belt and Derrick's socks were I-dunno-whats. After the attire dilemmas, we assembled at the basketball court to get ready for drills. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50 minutes after fall-in, 6 casualties. Lol. All dudes. Yay! Grrrl Power. Oh yeah, and I almost passed out like 3x. No breakfast mah. Sigh. &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;Drill,drill, drill. Then change in PT kit. But before that, we had to re/change for like 3 times becos' the guys changed so slow. Wth right? But that's NP life to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, here comes the fun part. In &amp;nbsp;front of the NP Room, Alvin contradicted Keith Sir and was like bargainin'. Haha. PT freak's on to it again. So he was sent to do &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pull-up. "Cannot, cannot!" Haha. You're so funny. In the end, ChunK and Jun Wei did em'.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, we owed Keith Sir like 50 push-ups but he said that he'd let the guys do &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pull-up each. OR they could do 30 jumpin' jacks or 20 push-ups. So easy niasss. But all the guys did anythin' BUT pull-ups. Haha. Lembik siols. Where'd all the men in our squad go?&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lest you're wonderin', there is no answer to that hypothetical question&lt;/b&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slept real tight at home and ironed school attires. Toodle-oo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2931829729264815467?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2931829729264815467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-word-for-description-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2931829729264815467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2931829729264815467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-word-for-description-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2314941301918791983</id><published>2009-09-07T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:37:01.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At GramGram's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know if you guys remember the visit to my Nena's but I wanna &lt;i&gt;elaborate&lt;/i&gt; on it. Well it all started on the 16th day of the fasting month. My momma finally decided we should get together as a family and start the era of chaos? Err right. Chaos is my family name but we replaced it with some other name to trick the disturbed neighbours. Lol, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah, so anyways, we reached her house at about 6.30pm. Aqil and Farah were there already. And I never got to hear the end of it. Burp! They were like "Hello!Hello!"-ing like a broken recorder. Somebody please stab me. I just got over M.I.S&amp;lt;3. No need to make me suffer more. LOL. No lah, just kiddin'. Children always make me happy. And sure of course, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I noticed Dians wasn't around. Asked around, they pointed to her room. Lol, Dians still sleeping...zzz, during evening time. Hahahs. So the lil' kids went to her room and havoc semacam. Haha. With children, no one can blow another Z. So she woke up. Sail girl's gone from white to hashbrown. Sun, please do not burn her any further. She's peelin' like a potato. Haha. But she's still beautiful. We talked a lot about our lives. So far, she's like the only cousin that I can relate to despite the 4 year age gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke fast and I ate &lt;i&gt;thosai. &lt;/i&gt;Shared with Momma. Muahaha, I wasn't hungry so yeah. Then checked out Dians' skateboard. Effin' beauty. Sigh...but her bike was dead. Trade-offs...Yeesh. So Farah got two basketballs for her b'day. Happy B'day Kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Tok Appa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tok Appa is my grandpapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's sickly. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah and we watched a programme on The World Trade Center and how it collapsed. The saddest thing this month. Another sigh. And then dinosaurs came and teethed on our television. The End. Oops, another lie. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2314941301918791983?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2314941301918791983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-if-you-guys-remember-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2314941301918791983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2314941301918791983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-if-you-guys-remember-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-3800952660326917881</id><published>2009-09-07T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:05:04.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt; half of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gee,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;say&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;today&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;immature. Very immature. Because of Maths Remedial...Somebody turn on the sound effects, please. Lol. Make it scary. Haha. Yeah, one Aspire had remedial on a M-O-N-D-A-Y. I went into school with Jin Wen and went into class with her. It was still early and since I wasn't fasting today, I sneaked into the girls' to gobble up my Kinder Buenos. Mmmm...Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After school, I went to meet Momma, to have a Girl's Day Out. Haha. Went for facial stuff. Whatta blast, man. Oh, I met with pretty Risa and smiley Jia Min. Chatted with Jia Min about prefectorial board then rode 858 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt; half of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought McD's burgers and fries (remember the frenchfries vid. during homec, anyone?) for dinner. Then watched Rachael Ray on Sony. Some super-gay dude was on it. Lol. Wedding stuff basically. Slept till five. Woke up to chat with Adrian (bestie! ) and Fifii (who's missin' his girl, aww). Then Vanessa onlined. Girl time! So, how do you think was my day? Haha. I have to tell you that this is like one of the most typical day I've ever had since like what? March? No fights, no screw-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Heart, muahks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-3800952660326917881?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3800952660326917881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/half-of-day-gee-very-immature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3800952660326917881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3800952660326917881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/half-of-day-gee-very-immature.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-8096372490524833352</id><published>2009-09-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:23:18.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Here I am, back on track. Okay, today's a Sunday. So I went to my religious class. Met with Major-Stupid, Amsyar. Disturb people's eardrums like crap when he sings. Ran home(duh,no). So after that, I slept right through until about 6-ish. Sigh, Mr. Heart didn't message. It is therefore the most outrageously boring day ever. Psst, pish-posh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I woke up to get ready to go to Nena's house, my grandma. We're gonna have a pot luck together. I always look forward to these crammed events. Well, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; a party girl. Lol. Oh and we celebrated Farah's b'day. With a Strawberry Shortcake cake?! No offence but Ms. Pink's the most ugliest character on the network, man. The old one and the new Shortcake girls are both shitty. Ok, I'm being mean now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's nice being with my family, so noisy and outgoing. Haha. Messaged Fifii, Azz, Marinah, Riri and Azmah anyways. Girl-talked with Dians, who is damn tanned for sailin' for three hours a week. I still heart her (for not being so girly). Ahaha. She's too pretty for a seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's not all that happened really but I can promise you I forgot half of what that happened to me today. Er...yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;goldfish-brain. Thanks for the comment, guys. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/3559189878713587396-8096372490524833352?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8096372490524833352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-i-am-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/8096372490524833352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/8096372490524833352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-i-am-back-on-track.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-5812066442385379545</id><published>2009-09-05T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:24:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's 6.22pm and Fifii's back. So now I can be entertained. Lol. Oh and CJ, cancel my clown order, I've got one just here. No offence...La la, la la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-5812066442385379545?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5812066442385379545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/5812066442385379545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/5812066442385379545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/6.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-2216363469355829204</id><published>2009-09-05T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:20:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4.50pm, still no Fifii. But there's Vanessa! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-2216363469355829204?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2216363469355829204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2216363469355829204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/2216363469355829204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/4.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-1165612087014490989</id><published>2009-09-05T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:21:47.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's only three now and Fifii isn't online anymore (not until 5 at least). So now I have like approx. 2 hours to wait for him. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;L-O-L. And did you guys watch Bindi The Jungle Girl? It's so cool. Animals x 3. Bindi's Steve Irwin's daughter and she's got so many pets. Jealous, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As for heart-ache boy, I've decided to wait a lil' longer. You've seen me with lots of guys too. So I guess it's your time to enjoy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hastalavista baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-1165612087014490989?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1165612087014490989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-three-now-and-fifii-isnt-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1165612087014490989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/1165612087014490989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-three-now-and-fifii-isnt-online.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-3407586479154067547</id><published>2009-09-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:55:53.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What I'm feelin': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lately, my day have been longer and depressing. I don't feel like wakin' up in the morning but I just deal with it 'cos I just had to. Because it's TGIF today. Last nostalgics are always the hard ones. Gah...Why, sweetheart, are you ignorin' me? Habitual flirtin' doesn't get you anywhere, dear. Anyways, I don't wanna be afraid, just wanna wake up feelin' beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's see. I have to say much happened. We had PE today, practised on our soccer for the interclass match. Team Azmah ( Syaf, Irf, Dur, Mus, Han Liang) vs. Team Ruru ( Angie, Adrian, Jing Yew, Wei Xun, Chun K.). We lost to 3-2. What the ketam nyia?! On the dim side, I realised that I got good defences. Lol. Most parts, at least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After that, was recess. Duty calls! So Riri and I rushed to our corridors where Nadra/Ash's gang were greeting us. Haha. Movin' on...First class, 1 Exl, okay. Second class, 1 Chr, a way no-no. I opened the door and found like approx. 20 guys changin'. Shut it and talked to Shafiq through the windows. He relented, they all went. Yes, Shafiq, I happy already. Thank you very much, babe. Oh, here comes the good part. I looked around for Riri. Nothing. The toot bailed me out, again. Consecutive somemore, 2nd time. Fast-forward, I forgave her for doin' that move.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Met with the others in the library. Fifii and Azz there too. Yeeps! Did my Chem. Lost the librarian's pen. Exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh then CCD...I felt like dyin' when I saw him with other girls again. No...I laid my head down and teared up. Then Wei Xun came and cheered me up. Sigh, humour always gets me in my guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to Nisa's to borrow her t-shirt. Thanko, sayang. NPCC's got no adventure today. I guess my day's been a drag. But there are awesome stuff. Like Marinah's invitation to break fast at Banquet &amp;nbsp;together! Riri, please come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-3407586479154067547?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3407586479154067547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-im-feelin-my-day-have-been-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3407586479154067547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/3407586479154067547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-im-feelin-my-day-have-been-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-7552102034585420163</id><published>2009-09-04T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:31:35.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, my name is Ruru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-7552102034585420163?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7552102034585420163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-my-name-is-ruru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7552102034585420163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/7552102034585420163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-my-name-is-ruru.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-102721101605248194</id><published>2009-09-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:29:13.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ah...Today...Very awful. Made me cry, man. At least Mr. Fifi is online so I told him what's been botherin' me today. Seriously, dude, you seriously know how to calm a girl down. Ahaha. Good friends huh? M.I.S &amp;lt;3 has been ignoring me. Yeah, I feel jealous or something. Fifi told me not to worry anyways. Thanko very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the end of my feelings section. Today, I slept during Maths. Lol. Shh...Stayed back for Maths Remedial and Detention. I don't know why I was there, not my duty or my my being a latecomer twice. But I had to hit the DC floor and dance. Haha, no lah. Im just afraid that I get stripped from the prefectorial board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, just now during recess, Riana and me were doing duty. Everythin' went fine until the 1Chr class door could open up. Seniors came and ask us to find the class chairman. Shucks, I said I knew him. Anyways, to cut the story short, we went up and down the staircase deciding whether we should enter the football court. Yes, Riana scared of jantan/men/boys. Rotfl. Adam, our senior came to the rescue but gave us a warning. Adam is a great guy. So I don't think it's his fault for reportin' us. Weep,weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. It's 12:26am now. I needta' slumber now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-102721101605248194?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/102721101605248194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/awful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/102721101605248194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/102721101605248194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/awful.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-587176054986892745</id><published>2009-09-02T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:19:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Suup gangstas'? Ahaha. Anyway, today was bang,bang. Wednesdays...How typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, not much, although besties still warring. Sigh. Oh, then there was CCM. It's conversational Chinese btw. It's full of inside jokes, sorre. But,but half an hour before dismissal we played "Whacko" with 1Ach and 1Excel. F-U-N skali. Beat a lot of people(yes,you too). Then finale, hit Irf real hard, boy, it'd felt good. Haha. R-r-r-ing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At home, I checked my phone. 2 messages. One from Su Wei and another from unknown beyotch. Lol. Now, let's deal with the "sorry-wrong-number"&amp;nbsp;dude.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;asked&amp;nbsp;him&amp;nbsp;few&amp;nbsp;questions&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;ended&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;dealin'&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;Azz(not&amp;nbsp;Azmah) Haha, special girl here. Then, replied Su Wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, bloggin'. Trying to finish my homework. I tell you, it's been growin' into a pile,man. Who super-sized it? I swear I'll kill him. Lmao. Okaylah, I needta' start burnin' them down. Anybody got lighter?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-587176054986892745?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/587176054986892745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/gangstas-ahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/587176054986892745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/587176054986892745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/gangstas-ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-9211887590025436222</id><published>2009-09-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:59:23.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, one day knocked down. Anyways, today I chill'd out with Riri and Nisa at the library. Riri's idea btw. So excited in the mornin' but then one problem, your's truly has to get home by 12nn. Like whoa with my momma's rules but wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Met with them and then, went to the &amp;nbsp;4th level(met Azrul on the way) and kecoh the whole place. Girls...About one hour later, I had to go home. It was so dark with the tinted windows and black clouds that Riri said she got scared. L-O-L. I had to rush home by then so toodle-d them and ciao the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, when reach home, must mop up the puddles of rain near the windows there becos' my beloved sisters hadn't closed the windows with the torrents. Gah...Oh, and my parents were in JB so I danced around. Erm...fastforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;They came back home and brought us to buy our Hari Raya clothes. I threw on a blue sweatshirt-hoodie and plugged on MP4. Oooh. Not in the mood to shop. When it comes to buying clothes, I'm very the picky. Gosh, people, I have taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, momma nagged about being picky but in the end, I got to buy 2 suits. I dunno if its nice or not but I think its okay. No baju kurungs for me. I always buy diff. style. Not gonna tell you how it looks like; itsh a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Countdown: &lt;b&gt;18 days left to HR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3559189878713587396-9211887590025436222?l=thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9211887590025436222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-one-day-knocked-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/9211887590025436222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3559189878713587396/posts/default/9211887590025436222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebigtreehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-one-day-knocked-down.html' title=''/><author><name>[r15]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09916490690520577511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QC12sUexvVo/SdOLZ8Hv7PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pAkD6WLIFik/S220/Me5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3559189878713587396.post-3117494656763886156</id><published>2009-08-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:23:21.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna make this short. Ok, so you've reached my new and current blog. Thanks for lookin' anyways.&amp;nbsp;Pow-Pow (blog's name) has been officially opened on the 31st of August 2009. Hehe. 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