<?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-6546131</id><updated>2012-01-25T00:09:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>all bout my life!!!

im Fir3gErL.crescentian.1g2'04.

4 FEB.crez netballer.crazy.

loves maths.hates history.

f**k e free w0rld!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>609</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3147244756967225188</id><published>2012-01-25T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:09:34.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt;I believe I'm done with most of the revision and have memorised at least 75%, if not 90%, of everything that will be examined. I hope that percentage can also translate to my final marks and achieve a Dist grade. InsyaAllah. &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/6546131-3147244756967225188?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3147244756967225188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3147244756967225188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3147244756967225188' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8535519069592174751</id><published>2012-01-01T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:03:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt;Currently at Batam right now. We're one hour behind so, Happy New Year Singapore! ;D&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/6546131-8535519069592174751?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8535519069592174751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8535519069592174751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#8535519069592174751' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5979043036283330609</id><published>2011-12-17T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:57:07.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt;Was chatting up with this guy. His brownie points were (1) hot bod! (2) good looking (3) athletic. Turns out his too young for me. Waaayyy too young! Haha bummer. &lt;br&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/6546131-5979043036283330609?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5979043036283330609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5979043036283330609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#5979043036283330609' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7768107669141981393</id><published>2011-11-28T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:40:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Perri - A Thousand Years&lt;br /&gt;OST Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, they say Good Things Happen To Those Who Wait. Is that true? Cause I think it's been a long time coming. I hope there's really a guy out there who's been waiting for me and he's going to be as perfect as he can be. I'm waiting. Been waiting. I'll wait for a thousand more. [/Gag] hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7768107669141981393?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7768107669141981393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7768107669141981393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7768107669141981393' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1772683321890669942</id><published>2011-11-12T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:47:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="Twitvid video player" class="twitvid-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="319" src="http://www.twitvid.com/embed.php?guid=3JO1Z&amp;autoplay=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's a married man now. Hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIke my sister, I'd like to wish my brother and his wife a long and lasting marriage. Always be loving, be happy and don't forget to respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D! Looking forward to another loong, yet memorable day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-1772683321890669942?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1772683321890669942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1772683321890669942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#1772683321890669942' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8139581414263497585</id><published>2011-11-04T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:38:47.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to blog as if I'm on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seniors &amp;amp; Juniors alike, who would have though May was going to be Miss Singapore World 2011 right? Hahahah Kudos! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Crescent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Netball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8139581414263497585?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8139581414263497585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8139581414263497585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#8139581414263497585' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8403200758104175293</id><published>2011-10-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:18:43.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="Twitvid video player" class="twitvid-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="319" src="http://www.twitvid.com/embed.php?guid=ZKATZ&amp;autoplay=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cik Siti &amp; Zul singing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a wedding just now and was entertained by a really cool guy with a really awesome voice. He sang so melodiously. He sang before I recorded the above video and I was mesmerised. I believe his name is Zul and he's part of the Hanis Catering. I'm not promoting the caterer but he's one good singer! If ever I get to meet him again, I wouldn't mind if he sang for me. hahah Maybe sing at my wedding or sth. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul, I'm the girl in the purple dress and I'm related to the bride. So, if you're looking out? Hahaha, I'm here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8403200758104175293?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8403200758104175293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8403200758104175293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#8403200758104175293' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6002925906224432291</id><published>2011-10-26T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:38:43.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt; Watching Deadly Women scares the crap out of me. The only reason I can offer on why the women did what they did was because they were crazy. Mentally unstable.  		 	   		  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6002925906224432291?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6002925906224432291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6002925906224432291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#6002925906224432291' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2779268107195182166</id><published>2011-10-23T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:20:14.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt; Sonny Bill WIlliams from the All Blacks is a Muslim?! Who knew, right. Hahaha 		 	   		  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2779268107195182166?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2779268107195182166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2779268107195182166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#2779268107195182166' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3346264639105162148</id><published>2011-10-23T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:31:23.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt; B.E.A.UTIFOOOOL!!!&lt;BR&gt; Just finished watching Silver Ferns play against the Diamonds for the COnstellation CUp. &amp;amp; I am more than happy to say that the Ferns won it by one. hahaa Good thing it didn't go to over time because everytime I watch these two teams play, I go crazy! Fucking crazy! Bonkers! I'm a loyal supporter of New Zealand so, Wooooooohooooo! One down and two to go. 1-0 to New Zealand. Hahahahahha&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Netball's down and rugby's next. You jsut know the All Blacks are goona lift that cup hahah! Buh bye!&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/6546131-3346264639105162148?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3346264639105162148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3346264639105162148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3346264639105162148' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-846814044023729510</id><published>2011-10-16T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:16:27.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna revamp the layout. Use to hate the long full page layout but I'm knada liking it right now. eheh. Taking a break from it now though to watch Australia and England HNTS. &amp; Rosie Allison is awesome. ENgland has some future prospects. Good for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-846814044023729510?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/846814044023729510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/846814044023729510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#846814044023729510' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-526377391782525347</id><published>2011-10-10T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:21:10.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt; It's daddy's birthday today!!!&amp;nbsp; yay! 		 	   		  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-526377391782525347?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/526377391782525347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/526377391782525347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#526377391782525347' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7259029338178816191</id><published>2011-10-03T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:52:48.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exactly a year ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, all wrapped up and bed ridden. Worst still, I had needles attached to various parts of my body and a tube in my nose, which goes all the way down my throat, and into my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eHlfVQ1ZCw/TomhQmLMhFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ucGHdkfyEs8/s1600/getfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659231713265222738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eHlfVQ1ZCw/TomhQmLMhFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ucGHdkfyEs8/s200/getfile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Surgery. I felt sick to my stomach! Pun intended. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FV9D2fTChrQ/TomhQ_7cHLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HOVV77G8gSU/s1600/IMG00064-20101021-1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659231720178457778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FV9D2fTChrQ/TomhQ_7cHLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HOVV77G8gSU/s200/IMG00064-20101021-1213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scar a few weeks after surgery. The dots aligning the scar was actually from stapler bullets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NAzPatMXcw/TomhQ73StYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E1H_OesYmEQ/s1600/IMG00157-20111001-1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659231719087322498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NAzPatMXcw/TomhQ73StYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E1H_OesYmEQ/s200/IMG00157-20111001-1225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scar, exactly a year later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the day I was hospitalised and finally made the decision to go for surgery. That was a year and two days ago. Thankfully, life's been great. I'm just starting to exercise regularly and picking up a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 20 years before complication on my first operation arose. In another 20 years, when I look back at my scar, I hope to not to have another complication. Instead, I could still be in a hospital bed, hopefully after giving birth to my child. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do my report now. Buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7259029338178816191?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7259029338178816191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7259029338178816191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#7259029338178816191' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eHlfVQ1ZCw/TomhQmLMhFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ucGHdkfyEs8/s72-c/getfile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1986519860925261627</id><published>2011-09-25T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:58:42.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt;What you said,it was as though you lowered me to below scum level. I volunteered to help you because I wanted to feel independent but if you can't acknowledge it, screw you! I hate admitting useless things about myself but that's because I didn't want to disappoint you. Seems like you don't care. I was vulnerable and you kicked me to the curb. I don't give a flying fuck that you might have unintentionally said it but the fact is, you did say it and it hurts me. In 6 months time, maybe I shouldn't help.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I could say sth to your face, it'd be FUCK YOU, LOSER!&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/6546131-1986519860925261627?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1986519860925261627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1986519860925261627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#1986519860925261627' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7519109485551691616</id><published>2011-09-23T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:45:21.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the week's finally done. However, I. am. not. New module starts tomorrow. Which excites me, to think about it. Because I'm finally Year 2!!!!! Awesome, yes? So, to sum up Year 1, it's been quite boring, I must say. I'm like in and out of school. New friends, forgotten friends. Life's not the same as previous school experiences. But what the hell, I'm over it. Academically, I think I average a B-. Hopefully Year 2's gonna be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week's been pretty relaxing. Finally got onto twitter! @illywilly16. Follow me! I promise you, it'll be fun. ;D The only people I know are Amanda and my sister's friend. Gonna ask around for more people. When I asked my colleague if she had twitter, she said, "Facebook is enough". And while I can agree, I strongly disagree with the heavy usage of fb. I think you give out too much information on that thing. I personally wouldn't want no stranger knowing my every detal, thank you very much. But for those facebook(ers) out there, which includes most of my friends, have fun! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, have you heard Adele's Someone Like You? I think I'm a convert now. She's a really good artist. Let me put up the video from Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ri49XBQ23kA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree, right? She is awe&lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to catch some zz's now. Was thinking of gyming tomorrow morning before heading for school. It's been a while since my last physical activity. So here's to wishing to a motivated me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and talking about school, because of it, I'm going to miss the game between All Blacks and France tomorrow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7519109485551691616?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7519109485551691616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7519109485551691616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7519109485551691616' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ri49XBQ23kA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7246919894275713193</id><published>2011-09-21T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:57:42.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt; Just came back from a trip to Suntec. Oh my fuck! there's a huge jam. Anyw, reminder, there's going to be F1 so expect road closure. And lucky me, today was the first day of road closure. :\ Gonna get ready to go home!! Watch Tonga vs Japan!&lt;BR&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; Ps. HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY NUR SYAFEEQAH JAAFAR!&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/6546131-7246919894275713193?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7246919894275713193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7246919894275713193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7246919894275713193' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8534877674713585592</id><published>2011-09-20T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:30:33.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to defibrillate my blog. Been thinking of doing it for some time. I think this is the best way to express myself and I need to improve my english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, going to start of with a couple of pictures I took from my friend's facebook! (Thanks, Mag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebACbRpdCVA/Tnh3S1zUF1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/i-A2HC4MTbk/s1600/S09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654400497727313746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebACbRpdCVA/Tnh3S1zUF1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/i-A2HC4MTbk/s200/S09.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eat-8_uF4L8/Tnh32N7mfbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/l12Io187a_0/s1600/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401105499946418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eat-8_uF4L8/Tnh32N7mfbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/l12Io187a_0/s200/01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. I was thinking of starting a twitter account but I don't know what username to use. And no one I know has a twitter account. I shall ask Manda!!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8534877674713585592?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8534877674713585592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8534877674713585592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#8534877674713585592' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebACbRpdCVA/Tnh3S1zUF1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/i-A2HC4MTbk/s72-c/S09.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-113306723854626727</id><published>2011-09-20T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:07:24.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir='ltr'&gt;Today marks the 1 year 3 days anniversary of me working at Italmec! Hahah phewww didn't think I'd last so long. Anyw, watching Italy vs Russia RWC now. The mafias are killing the russians! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ps. ALL BLACKS ARE GONNA WIN RWC'11! &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/6546131-113306723854626727?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/113306723854626727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/113306723854626727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#113306723854626727' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4344127087775089007</id><published>2010-12-15T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:04:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I've missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4344127087775089007?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4344127087775089007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4344127087775089007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4344127087775089007' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8833842908975339510</id><published>2010-11-24T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:19:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished a book written by Rachel Gibson. I think I can proudly say that I have read all the books ever written by her. She was the first author whose books I really enjoyed reading. You know what they say, "You'll always remember your first!" Heh. Anyways, it took me some time before I could find an author who was equally good or is at least worth the read. There was a point in time where I actually thought of pursuing a career in writing. But I don't think that's a lucrative business here. It's okay though. I'll write my own book in my head. And hopefully it'll be as good as all the books I've read. If I were to compare my current life with any book I've read, I'd probably be halfway through it. The book, I mean. Not my life. I just pray that I'll have a happy ending, if not an extremely blissful and joyful epilogue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8833842908975339510?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8833842908975339510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8833842908975339510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8833842908975339510' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8810080587043757834</id><published>2010-11-13T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:30:31.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://dc223.4shared.com/img/p2OZ462N/IMG00163-20101111-1308.jpg" /&gt;Last Tuesday marked the last day of my studying my first module ANHB 1101. I actually love my grouping. And my lecturer's the best! I'm sad cause it's over! I find it really funny, however, how all of us finally made friends at the end of the day. It's true, you don't know what you've lost until it's over. Hahaha But turns out some of us will be taking the same module coming Saturday. Better news, we might even be in the same Lab Group. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was discussing with my sister about her being married in approximately 350 days. Actually that makes both my sister and brother being married. I seriously look forward to the two days cause it'll be the first time I'm actually involved in a wedding! All the wedding preparations is obviously driving my Mom crazy cause she's hinting for me to get married as well. Hahahaha sad to say, that'll only happen in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, I'll continue my revision now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8810080587043757834?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8810080587043757834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8810080587043757834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8810080587043757834' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8709632798586383335</id><published>2010-11-03T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:17:24.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best thing I have ever had, always will have is my family. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I let the 2nd best thing that have ever occurred in my life walk away. I simply walked in the other direction. And now, I think I've regretted that decision. I'm not sure why I didn't fight harder, why I didn't hold on to it. I guess I wasn't sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realise that I'd require as many number of years to find a substitute. Because no matter what happens, I need a 2nd best thing in my life. I've just been miserable without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, I'm begging you let's talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8709632798586383335?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8709632798586383335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8709632798586383335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8709632798586383335' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6528199928581515526</id><published>2010-10-23T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:22:00.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>011010 - Surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101010 - Dad's 53rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20102010 - My paternal grandmother passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;221010 - A colony of ants attacked my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October's been a very challenging month for my family. Definitely hasn't been a great month for my dad as well. I've got assignments to do and lessons to catch up. I need to make my parents proud. Things need to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6528199928581515526?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6528199928581515526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6528199928581515526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#6528199928581515526' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-862169868423877389</id><published>2010-10-15T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:22:12.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am extremely frustrated because I couldn't watch the Commonwealth Netball Finals yesterday between New Zealand and Australia. It went into extra-extra time or rather double extra time and New Zealand ended up winning the game 66-64, thanks to Maria Tutaia's long shot. I found a clip on Youtube and I'm still not satisfied. Sheesh. So, New Zealand Gold, Australia Silver and England Bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yLRpI-YdHyU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yLRpI-YdHyU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does defeat get any more painful than this? Unfortunately, I don't think so.&lt;div&gt;Look at the faces on the Diamonds. I feel so bad for McMahon. &amp;amp; her whole team, as a matter of fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgOOXQHW-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/oOXrG73WoTo/s1600/105440775___Resize_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528184182519847906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgOOXQHW-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/oOXrG73WoTo/s200/105440775___Resize_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria Tutaia (right), the star of the finals, hugs Captain Casey Williams. Cute picture right? Oh they're both aged 25 &amp;amp; under!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528184178904949074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgOOJyQYVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xBsKNRs3_Rs/s200/105442351___resize_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgQqTt4mUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Wfdp20u1P7w/s1600/1_33070l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commonwealth Games 2010 Netball Gold Medalists&lt;/strong&gt; - New Zealand Silver Ferns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgRdrJ9g0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SXqt26k94v4/s1600/1_33063l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528187744095667010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgRdrJ9g0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SXqt26k94v4/s200/1_33063l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silver Medalists - Australian Diamonds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528186862520932482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgQqXCKmII/AAAAAAAAAYA/Eawa1RmHAik/s200/eng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronze Medalists - England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely looking forward to next year's World Champs. I'm actually anticipating a New Zealand/Australia final as well. And I'll be damned if I won't be able to watch the game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-862169868423877389?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/862169868423877389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/862169868423877389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#862169868423877389' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/TLgOOXQHW-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/oOXrG73WoTo/s72-c/105440775___Resize_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8974050302908886946</id><published>2010-10-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:18:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While many are going to remember the date 10.10.10, (it's my dad's birthday too!), the only date I'll remember in 2010 is 01.10.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2010 marks the day I undergo my operation and let's face it, all surgeries are life-changing. If not, you wouldn't need surgery in the first place. Anyways, I've finally undergone the surgery to remove the adhesion in my small intestine and let's hope, in 10 or 20 years to come, I won't be experiencing side effects from this surgery. I mean, if it wasn't for the surgery I had when I was 4 months old to remove my appendix, then I'd probably won't be having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adhesion&lt;/span&gt; in the first place. The surgeon's already placed a film to prevent adhesion and while that heals internally, I'm hoping no other parts of my body will have side effects due to this surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah and my family, especially my Mom &amp;amp; Dad, for always being there for me. It was a tough time for me and just to see your faces, or hear your voices brightens up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses who tirelessly tried to control my high fever for the few days after my surgery, I thank you as well. Even after my temperature improved, I'm sorry for being such a difficult and sometimes impossible patient but I thank you for all your help. Oh &amp;amp; I'll always remember the nurses who tried to force that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt; tube in me. I told you I'd pull it out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the group of doctors who were supporting me, I won't feel this good now if it wasn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all who visited me, thank you very much. Each and every one of your presence allowed me to recover and when you make me laugh (no doubt, painfully), I still feel better and it makes me feel loved. To my parent's friends, my cousins, my grandmother, Amanda, Tiffany and even Ms &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for visiting. For my friends who were concerned enough to message me, thank you. To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sulis&lt;/span&gt;, who tried to call, thank you even though I didn't talk much. But you showed me how much you cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I end, I'd just like to remind myself how much pain I've actually been through. Last year, the only thing that pained me was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nasogastric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intubation&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; people, this tube is by far the most painful I've ever experienced. If you're scared of injections, I'm telling you, that's just a walk in the park. It's a pain in the ass, more specifically in the throat and nose, that I cried every single time they attempted to put it through. You don't know pain until you've experienced the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt; tube. And talking about injections, they probably poked me at least a (baker's) dozen times. Maybe even more. Half the time, they were taking blood samples. Who knew I had small veins? Now we know. :) Another tube would be the Foley catheter. Thing is, I don't believe I let an inexperienced medical student stick it up in me. I was actually her first patient! Cool for her, but not very cool for me. But turns out, she did a great job. I thank her for her gentleness. While the operation was so painful, I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anaesthetised&lt;/span&gt; and my lower abdominal was actually swollen. My stomach really looked out of proportion. It was too scary. Then, I get to experience morphine. I swear it was my life saver for the few days after surgery. I pressed the morphine like as if it was water and I was in a drought. It made me so woozy, I passed out most of the time. Good experience really. I was on IV for about 6 days before I could actually consume any liquid. You can only imagine how weak I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm at home and finishing my hospitalisation leave before I get back to school. Even then, I've got to take it slow. Externally, the scar might look fine but internally, it'll take a lot longer. &amp;amp; I've got to remember that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8974050302908886946?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8974050302908886946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8974050302908886946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8974050302908886946' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4650513556061813965</id><published>2010-07-26T16:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:20:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/medium/9/9780061466229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/medium/9/9780061466229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tangled Up In You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Rachel Gibson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hope that someday you can forgive me. Not because I personally need your forgiveness. I don't. But I've learned something in the past few months, and that is just because you refuse to acknowledge something, refuse to look at it or think about it, doesn't mean it's not there, that it doesn't affect you and the choices you make in your life."&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/6546131-4650513556061813965?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4650513556061813965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4650513556061813965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4650513556061813965' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-359422978806994184</id><published>2010-07-20T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:54:13.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how there are some dreams that you wish you could remember forever and ever. While there are some you'd just want to hide in some far corner in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;last night I had one of the most fantastic dreams in my 19 years of life. &amp;amp; before you get the wrong idea, I dreamt that I was in a movie! The movie was a cross between Knight Rider and Twlight! HAHAHAHA! I was actually a vampire. How fucking cool is that? It was really exciting till it got to the mushy part. Then, I was just damn angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who've never watched Knight Rider, it's a TV series about how a car, KITT, and his driver, Michael Knight, goes out to save the world. Justin Bruening, who plays Mike in the show, is awesomely hot! So anyways, in my dream, I had my own version of Mike and Edward mixed into one person. So you can only imagine how gorgeously hot my hero was. Hahaha Of course, since it was my dream, I was the heroine, only at the end, my hero didn't come to save me. Asshole! Anyways, our destination was a school/village. (I'm not sure why but everything in my dream was a hybrid of something from Twilight and Knight Rider.) We drove into the compound all cool and stylish, with me being in a transfomable car, beside a hunk of a man. *Drools. And before I knew it, the scene changed and I was killing people who were in white robes. I'm not sure the signifance but the people I killed seemed innocent. &amp;amp; Highlight of the show was, my weapon was a tube of toothpaste. WTF!!!!!! (I told my sister this and she was like, "How lame. You kill people with toothpaste." xD) &amp;amp; The tube of toothpaste wasn't even big. Sheesh. So I ran out of toothpaste right, I had to kill using my hands and feet. It was cool. I remembered killing a mother and her new-born. I felt guilty. Who knew there were feelings such as guilt and anger in dreams. So remember, we were in a half-school, so there were many students. When I started attacking the students, that's when everything started to go wrong. I was like a fucking new-born but instead of having the need to kill humans for blood, I was very much against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a dear friend of mind in an empty hallway. (You see, everyone ran for their lives) I didn't have the heart to kill her and I know if my Mike/Edward sees me, he'll force me to kill. So I made this impulsive decision of hiding my friend. I hid her in this jungle-like/waterfall/pool place. The more I look at her, the more I feared for her life. It came to a point where I wanted to turn her into a vampire! But I didn't want her to be like me. So I calmed myself and explained to her the situation. We started talking all the mushy stuff and I ended up getting angry at her and myself. It was weird for me cause it felt so realistic all of a sudden.  Moments later, while I was all aggravated, a group of people actually came to our hiding place and joined us. I was like, WTF?! I'd have to kill them cause I don't know them. Before I could decide, I woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck right? My hero didn't even get to save me. :\ But I woke up feeling all angry and wondering, what if. What if things were different? What if my friend had acted differently? How would that change things in reality? Maybe I'm thinking too much. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realised that in your dreams, you can see clearly without your spectacles? Cool right. My sister said she doesn't know why but in her dreams, virtual her would still find her spectacles to wear. Hahaha I say, she's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-359422978806994184?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/359422978806994184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/359422978806994184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#359422978806994184' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7004315287999886138</id><published>2010-06-13T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:08:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't remember the first time I heard this song but recently, I've fallen in love with it. ;D Maybe I can play it at my sibling's weddings. AWESOME! oh &amp;amp; btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s going to win World Cup 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shania Twain - You're Still The One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/123649328/d029f70d" width="380" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=132975&amp;fontfamily=arial&amp;fontsize=12' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/shania_twain/youre_still_the_one.html" target="_blank"&gt;You're Still The One lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7004315287999886138?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7004315287999886138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7004315287999886138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7004315287999886138' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6014732472968368209</id><published>2010-06-02T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:19:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="355" height="274"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9zisiukFy18&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9zisiukFy18&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="274"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I didn't want to mess anything up.&lt;br /&gt;L: How could you think you can mess it up?&lt;br /&gt;D: Cause I feel that it's all that I've ever done since the first time we got together. I couldn't even break up with you properly.&lt;br /&gt;L: I'm so past that.&lt;br /&gt;D: Look, I know I said I'd be more open and all that, so let me do this. &lt;br /&gt;L: Right. Sorry. Continue with your openness.&lt;br /&gt;D: I really like you, Lori. I always have. But I don't know where you stand with me or with what we're supposed to be or not be. But I want you to know that it's in your hands. &lt;br /&gt;L: It's in my hands, why?&lt;br /&gt;D: Because I heard your song tonight. Really heard it. The girl who wrote it has got her whole future in front of her. I don't want to be the one who holds you back. &lt;br /&gt;L: You know what's amazing? It's as if you really know me &amp; you get me. I care about you so much. But you're right. I don't want to move backwards. Or even stay at the same place. So I think that means that we shouldn't be together. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;D: I seem to remember it's part of the whole "It's in your hands" thing.&lt;br /&gt;L: Did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;D: Trager, you're one of my best friends. All I want is for you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;L: I don't know if I deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;D: Trust me. You do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: (voice-over) There's a reason why people say we shouldn't expect too much. No one wants to see someone they care about end up disappointed. We instinctively act to protect our own from being hurt, and do what we can to make the right choices for the people we love. But the reason we have expectations in the first place is because we want to aim as high as we can. Because when you love someone, there's no limit to what you can accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. It was because of this episode I saw on Channel 5 that I got hooked on Kyle XY. &amp; I started watching it from Season 3. ;D The pathetic thing is, season 3 only has 10 freaking episodes. Sheesh. Oh wells Buh Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6014732472968368209?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6014732472968368209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6014732472968368209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#6014732472968368209' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8092679928562731801</id><published>2010-05-16T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:01:05.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was clearing my computer to increase free diskspace and came across a word document dated all the way back in 2007. Y'know when I was in Crescent, then principal Mrs Lee Bee Yann would read us motivational stories during morning assemblies and if there wasn't a time slot, she'd make it mandatory to have class discussions instead. So here's the article for February 2007. &amp;amp; in case it's not copyrighted, well, it should be. Under Crescent Girls' School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Journal Article February 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land" between the&lt;br /&gt;trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can go," said the lieutenant, "but i don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the&lt;br /&gt;wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded." "It was worth it, though, sir," said the soldier. "What do you mean; worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead" "YES, Sir" the private answered. "But it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say, "JIM........, I KNEW YOU'D COME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A final note for the class:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends on how u look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life. May each and every one of you be blessed with the company of TRUE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;br /&gt;"War doesn't determine who's right. War only determines who's left."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss Crescent and my friends :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8092679928562731801?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8092679928562731801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8092679928562731801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8092679928562731801' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2060166852794358592</id><published>2010-05-02T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:32:29.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since it was a Public Holiday yesterday and my parents decided to skip town, I was comforted with peace and quiet at home. Therefore I decided to pick up a book. It's written by Marianne Stillings and entitled Killer Charms. It's also the final installment to her trilogy about the Darling Family. Yes, their family name is Darling. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was quite a good read. I learnt a new form of language. It's called Gaelic and with respect to the story, it originates and is spoken in Scotland in the Scottish Highlands. But I researched about it on Wikipedia and it stated that it's also spoken in countries like Canada, United States and Australia. To date, approximately 58,552 Scots speak that language. Hmmm I wonder how it sounds like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the book, one of the characters said something in Gaelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tha gràdh agam ort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;There is love at me on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded quite sweet to me. Hahaha Anyw, if you want to know more, read the book. NO! Read the trilogy. It's awesome! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now . . . and forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2060166852794358592?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2060166852794358592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2060166852794358592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2060166852794358592' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8697725461427006404</id><published>2010-04-11T11:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:15:49.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy by Leona Lewis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/blQkEzbfBak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/blQkEzbfBak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I got to find my place&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear my sound&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8697725461427006404?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8697725461427006404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8697725461427006404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8697725461427006404' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3913240521350830976</id><published>2010-03-06T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:05:12.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the song title is self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtWLedrjOcs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtWLedrjOcs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny Gokey - My Best Days Are Ahead Of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Blowing out the candles&lt;br /&gt;on another birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to look back and laugh at my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Young enough to look at the future and like what I see&lt;br /&gt;My best days are ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hasn't always been a party&lt;br /&gt;but mostly it's been good&lt;br /&gt;There's only one or two things that I'd change if I could&lt;br /&gt;I don't get lost in the past or get stuck in some sad memory yah&lt;br /&gt;My best days are ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is nothing but a number&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean&lt;br /&gt;But heeeey im still putting it together&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting better&lt;br /&gt;if I keep getting better&lt;br /&gt;I can be whatever I want to be&lt;br /&gt;My best days are ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is nothing but a number&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean&lt;br /&gt;But heeeey im still putting it together&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting better&lt;br /&gt;if I keep getting better&lt;br /&gt;I can be whatever I want to be&lt;br /&gt;My best days are ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got sunsets to witness&lt;br /&gt;dreams to dance with&lt;br /&gt;beaches to walk on&lt;br /&gt;and lovers to kiss&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole lot of world out there&lt;br /&gt;that I can't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;My best days are ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;My best days are ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry. Everything is going to be amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3913240521350830976?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3913240521350830976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3913240521350830976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3913240521350830976' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5644510490855607408</id><published>2010-02-24T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:23:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5644510490855607408?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5644510490855607408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5644510490855607408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5644510490855607408' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6191756378971411098</id><published>2010-02-23T14:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:45:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S4N3HJBjoVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XqMaQg4TJ68/s1600-h/3371157635_eb392021d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441323739358929234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S4N3HJBjoVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XqMaQg4TJ68/s200/3371157635_eb392021d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh! Utt is gorgeous. He's the epitome of beauty in a man. He's definitely too hot to handle. &amp;amp; just look at that body of his. Hahaha If you haven't already known, I'm a sucker for muscular guys. It's just too bad I can't appreciate such a man in my house cause my brothers are sticks. My father, on the other hand, is an elephant. HAHAHAHA! But hey, I still love them. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S4N3GX7fKDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mpe3stSAFHY/s1600-h/3371157527_eaf6888ff7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441323726180132914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S4N3GX7fKDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mpe3stSAFHY/s200/3371157527_eaf6888ff7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what strikes me most?! It's the fact that Utt looks a lot like Dan. Especially the one in the 2nd picture. For those who do not know who Dan is, then too bad for you. But for people who have that knowledge, I'm sure you agreee with me. Rightttt?! That's why sometimes my heart breaks every time I lay eyes on Utt. Each time, I want to look away but his charm and all, captures my attention right back. If I'm not mistaken, both of them possess a kind of sexy accent. Shit. Who am I kidding! I miss him. But he's someone else's now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should go get ready for my driving now. (: Credits for the pictures to their respective owners. &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/6546131-6191756378971411098?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6191756378971411098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6191756378971411098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6191756378971411098' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S4N3HJBjoVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XqMaQg4TJ68/s72-c/3371157635_eb392021d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6680235429267627429</id><published>2010-02-22T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:58:02.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tickets for World Netball Championships 2011 Singapore are out! &amp;amp; Yes people, it will be held in this little red dot. Ain't going to be any little in the time to come, if you ask me. Anyways, despite it being held from 3 July to 10 July &lt;strong&gt;next year&lt;/strong&gt;, tickets are out early for locals here and I swear it's selling like hot buns. Apparently the fortunate ones who've bought the tickets are not exactly Singaporeans. I was down at UWC for assignment today and the tickets were the conversation starters. Before I continue, the prices are 550SGD for "front-of-the-line" 8-Day Season Package (Platinum) and 380SGD for 3-Day Finals Series Package (Gold). I'm still contemplating on buying one of the packages. Hello, it's not everyday Singapore holds such an awesome event! It's been 28 years since Singapore last hosted the World Champs. Top16 teams in the world will be down and it's going to be a blast. I intend to get all the players' signatures. Especially Australia and New Zealand. I'll be damned if I miss even one. Anyways, I've got until about June to decide before the benefits from the Platinum package expires. Somebody, go with me! Please! Oh yeah, tickets will only be available for the rest of the world on the 1st of March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, check out &lt;a href="http://www.wnc2011.com/"&gt;http://www.wnc2011.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'm down for West Zone tomorrow. I should probably take my rest now. Oh I've got to go for my Beep Test on Thursday and I did a practice run just now. Manage to get 7.2. I thought it was not bad considering it's been almost a year since my last Beep Test. Hahahaha. I hope to get badged real soon man. I'm so miserable while I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I go, I'd just like to complain about my driving instructor. He's super mean. Everytime I'm down for lesson, he only passes me one or two stages. Never has he passed me more than that. Never! And today, I had a different instructor. He passed me 3 stages. Three freaking stages!! I was so happy. I swear if I continue with my Group instructor, I'll never pass by June. &amp;amp; I'm only wasting money with him. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Goodnight. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 21st, Fiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6680235429267627429?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6680235429267627429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6680235429267627429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6680235429267627429' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-760746393870106014</id><published>2010-02-21T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:20:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shit. He remembers. &amp;amp; here I thought, for just a tiny weeny moment, he might have found someone else and moved on. But no. He had to be the nice one and sent his regards through my mother. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm not going to fight you anymore. You know the deal. So I wish you the best too. &amp;amp; Maybe, just maybe, the next time we meet, things will be for the better. I'm not ready to put my fate in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways . . .&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream a few days ago pertaining to my A level results. This dream was probably caused by Cheups cause she was telling Boo, Xiu and I about her unfortunate dream as well. I have this feeling that almost everyone might have dreamt about their results by now. Hahaha anyhows, I recalled seeing a piece of paper stating my overall grade: B. I swear I was confused. I didn't see my other grades, or rather it wasn't on the paper I was holding. I'm not going to worry myself about what the dream might mean. Personally, I don't believe them. But some dreams do scare the shit out of me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, talking about Boo, Xiu and Cheups, I went back to SAJC to meet them. Most definitely, I miss them. I miss Great Saints! I really do. Sincerely do. Got to meet Dawn too! ;D She cut her hair! Hahaha Oh chatted with Asilah for some time too. She's still as wacky. What's new, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending a day back in my alma mater brought back sweet memories for me. I kind of look forward to uni life at this moment in time. At least I'll be busy hitting the books again. ;D I'm not sure why but I miss that feeling. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, the next time I see you, I'll take you by the hand and we'll drive away. I just hope by then, you'd be courageous enough to stand up for yourself. In front of me and our families.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-760746393870106014?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/760746393870106014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/760746393870106014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#760746393870106014' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8198751945321997662</id><published>2010-01-30T14:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:03:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S2PXzYwgc1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yL__KbfXKdA/s1600-h/Arousing+Suspicions+-+Marianne+Stillings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432422853358154578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S2PXzYwgc1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yL__KbfXKdA/s200/Arousing+Suspicions+-+Marianne+Stillings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An excerpt from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Marianne Stillings' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arousing Suspicions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Fuck &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she started to slam the door in his face, he wedged his body into the threshold, and she had no choice but to open it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I read Griffin's diary," he growled. "Why didn't you tell me he'd dreamed about killing you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I didn't think it was imp--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I bought you a cell phone," he snarled. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed it and thrust the damn thing at her. She ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Welcome to the new millennium and the world of modern technology, Tabitha. Now, if you pull some other stupid-assed stunt, like meeting a psychotic bozo late at night in a park, you'll be able to call for help, or at least conk him on the head with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You have no right--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My number is already programmed in!" He was shouting, but he didn't care. "I'm sorry I'm having trouble believing in your voodoo woo-woo California touchy-feely claptrap. Hey, skeptics have rights, too, and I'm exercising mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No you--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes. I. Do." He emphasized his remarks with a jab of his forefinger to her chest. Then, gesturing to the nearly empty container of ice cream, he drawled, "I was going to invite you to dinner, but I see you've already eaten. I'll bet that's free-range chocolate frigging chip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spoon and half-empty carton fell from her hands to land at her feet. Her blue eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms under her breasts. "Listen, you--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; listen," he plowed on. "I care about you. Okay? I don't just like you, I don't just find you attractive, I don't just have a nodding aquaintanceship with you. I &lt;em&gt;care&lt;/em&gt; about you and what happens to you." He took a breath and gestured with his hand; the one with her new cell phone in it. Quietly, he added, "And . . . stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eyes widened, and her arms fell slowly to her sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scratching his jaw with his thumb, he said, "More than that, even, I care &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; you. Not like a kid cares for a puppy," he mumbled, "but like, well, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reached down and took her free hand, placing the cell phone in her palm. She curled her fingers around it and held it to her chest, looking up at him as though he'd just given her a treasure trove of jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It, uh, takes photographs, has e-mail and text messaging. Lots of ring tone downloads. You can even use it like a phone." He lowered his head and gave her a shy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She swallowed and stared at his gift. "I'm so mad at you . . . I . . . I don't know what . . . I don't know how to--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shut up," he said, stepping toward her. Looking into her eyes, he whispered. "Just shut up. &lt;strong&gt;You had me at &lt;em&gt;Fuck off&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8198751945321997662?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8198751945321997662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8198751945321997662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8198751945321997662' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/S2PXzYwgc1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yL__KbfXKdA/s72-c/Arousing+Suspicions+-+Marianne+Stillings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1177487252630768593</id><published>2010-01-24T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:02:32.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's just non-conventional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, my dearest father is planning a dinner celebration for my older brother &amp;amp; I on the fourth. (: I've decided that the fourth shall always, and forever, be dedicated to spending time with the Kamsani family until, of course, I have a family of my own. Even so, I'm not so sure what will happen. Hahaha Can't wait for the fourth. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I should probably have assignment for tomorrow. Actually, I should expect to have assignments the whole of next week &amp;amp; boy, do I look forward to it. Because other than it being a full-fledged passion of mine, it keeps me occupied and distracted up till the few minutes of break. Nonetheless, I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously stop reading those books that make me deliriously happy, only to make me a more frustratingly desperate person. &amp;amp; yeah, I don't believe I dropped the F bomb in front of my former Coach, yours truly, Mr Bok. Dangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, what?! I owe you money, is it?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-1177487252630768593?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1177487252630768593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1177487252630768593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1177487252630768593' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3998357051531127844</id><published>2010-01-17T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:53:51.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy XIX Shi Qi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3998357051531127844?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3998357051531127844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3998357051531127844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3998357051531127844' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3648058854089103991</id><published>2010-01-15T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:17:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/musik/music-smiley-004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 32px; HEIGHT: 25px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/musik/music-smiley-004.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Better Days by Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOp4NAq6EHI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOp4NAq6EHI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And you asked me what I want this year&lt;br /&gt;and I try to make this kind and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings&lt;br /&gt;and designer love and empty things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words and sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some place simple where we could live&lt;br /&gt;and something only you can give&lt;br /&gt;and that's faith and trust and peace while we're alive&lt;br /&gt;and the one poor child who saved this world&lt;br /&gt;and there's ten million more who probably could&lt;br /&gt;if we all just stopped and said a prayer for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words and sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone was loved tonight&lt;br /&gt;and somehow stop this endless fight&lt;br /&gt;just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words and sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;'cause everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdhullilah. Today has definitely been a better day. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Sab, thanks for understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3648058854089103991?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3648058854089103991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3648058854089103991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3648058854089103991' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4755194797758761564</id><published>2010-01-15T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:23:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:380%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY "QUARTER-OF-A-CENTURY", IRWAN! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4755194797758761564?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4755194797758761564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4755194797758761564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4755194797758761564' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5884116158408282397</id><published>2010-01-08T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:10:26.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've decided to use my old skin. (: Was thinking of changing the whole Tow Mater/Cars theme but can't find any nice pictures to replace the already nice one. Haha By the way, the tagboard's popup so it makes everything less messy also. As you can observe, no more archives.  &amp;amp; A new link, Pigkens! I wonder where all of them are. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I've picked up a hobby? It's reading! :O 'Ve been reading since A's ended and I tell you, it's really fulfilling. Never in my entire life would I ever imagine myself picking up a book, let alone read it. It depends on the genre, I guess. Romance novels are a must-read. It spices up your life almost by a tiny weeny bit. But still, at least you have something to keep you occupied. (: I'm still contemplating on getting a job. I don't feel like being tied down at the moment. Oh and very recently, my parents have been on the subject of marriage. I remember a few weeks ago, I told my mom that I'm bored out of my wits. Her reply was, "You want to get married?" Hahahaha Oh my gosh. I'm not sure what shocked me more. The fact that she asked orrrr the fact that she asked! Obviously, she's implying something but I don't care. Honestly, I think she's prepared to matchmake me. &amp;amp; that's not happening, I hope. I don't think I should let it happen. Get the drift? Oh wells, Uni's starting soon. &amp;amp; O's results are out on Monday. How fun! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5884116158408282397?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5884116158408282397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5884116158408282397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5884116158408282397' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8878860228848861012</id><published>2010-01-07T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:51:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZkCRve-C3M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZkCRve-C3M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a well-known fact that when a man gets turned on, most of the blood from the head flows down south. I was wondering right, if a man who's turned on was suspended upside down, would all the blood flow back to his head? Hahaha! I should probably ask Spiderman, cause he kissed the girl he saved upside down. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy new year! I'm sort of too lazy to blog. A lot of things have been going on but too lazy. Oh, I'll be changing the layout soon! Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy 18th Aisah! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8878860228848861012?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8878860228848861012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8878860228848861012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8878860228848861012' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-942201144624712589</id><published>2009-12-22T20:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:52:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BELATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EIGHTEENTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SABRINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVELY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-942201144624712589?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/942201144624712589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/942201144624712589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#942201144624712589' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4606460708973905923</id><published>2009-12-15T22:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:53:59.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4606460708973905923?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4606460708973905923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4606460708973905923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4606460708973905923' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4794051164115705366</id><published>2009-12-12T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:54:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.y.l.o.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://d.y.l.o.aimini.net/play/?fid=olYdD4euegsPQV7r1pM7&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.y.l.o.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://d.y.l.o.aimini.net/play/?fid=olYdD4euegsPQV7r1pM7&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Timbaland ft. Fall Out Boy - One &amp;amp; Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Verse 1 - Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;I get over heels for someone (I)&lt;br /&gt;That I really can't deal with (deal with)&lt;br /&gt;I want to block her out my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't do it&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself this the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'ma let her do this to me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we do spend time&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I can't get enough of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)]&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Patrick Stump]&lt;br /&gt;To be despised&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;To be sought&lt;br /&gt;To be inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;To be despised&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;To be sought&lt;br /&gt;To be inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Be my unholy&lt;br /&gt;My one and my lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Patrick Stump]&lt;br /&gt;I wear scarves and hoods&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's the only poker face that I've got left&lt;br /&gt;And everything I love about you is a mess&lt;br /&gt;Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hand&lt;br /&gt;(I) want to be better than I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)]&lt;br /&gt;(Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Patrick Stump]&lt;br /&gt;To be despised&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;To be sought&lt;br /&gt;To be inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;To be despised&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;To be sought&lt;br /&gt;To be inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Be my unholy&lt;br /&gt;My one and my lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;Girl, just look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta put my foot down&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you do this to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget those good ole times&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you've been doing to me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hit that one more time&lt;br /&gt;I mean love, what your doing to me&lt;br /&gt;I'ma say it loud, right here&lt;br /&gt;Let's fuck in this crowd&lt;br /&gt;Why we arguing&lt;br /&gt;I thought me and you were supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Let's chill for minute&lt;br /&gt;Better yet we could heal for a minute (for a minute)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, put down the knife&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I wanna save ya life&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Patrick Stump]&lt;br /&gt;To be despised&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;To be sought&lt;br /&gt;To be inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;To be despised&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;To be sought&lt;br /&gt;To be inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Be my unholy&lt;br /&gt;My one and my lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4794051164115705366?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4794051164115705366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4794051164115705366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4794051164115705366' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3975122221316212562</id><published>2009-12-10T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:23:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twilight and The Twilight Saga: New Moon have been a whirlwind! Hahahahaha Cheesy as hell. Right, Amanda? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward:&lt;/strong&gt; And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; What a stupid lamb.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward:&lt;/strong&gt; What a sick, masochistic lion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, since secondary school, I've experienced many Goodbyes and initially, it was seriously hard to handle. But as the years pass, I've learnt to accept it. &amp;amp; I'm afraid, one day, I'm so immune to it that goodbyes won't mean anything to me anymore. That day'll suck! Cause I want to be able to say goodbye and feel something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3975122221316212562?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3975122221316212562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3975122221316212562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3975122221316212562' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7015718775040092540</id><published>2009-12-05T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:15:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.g.7.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://i.g.7.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=X7GIbDSIKwNk72VV1LEx&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.g.7.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://i.g.7.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=X7GIbDSIKwNk72VV1LEx&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Archuleta - Think Of Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Think of me, think of me fondly&lt;br /&gt;when we've said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Remember me once in a while&lt;br /&gt;please promise me you'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find that, once again, you long&lt;br /&gt;to take your heart back and be free&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find a moment&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said our love was evergreen&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging as the sea&lt;br /&gt;but if you can still remember&lt;br /&gt;stop and think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;we've shared and seen&lt;br /&gt;don't think about the things&lt;br /&gt;which might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me, think of me waking,&lt;br /&gt;silent and resigned.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me, trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;to put you from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall those days&lt;br /&gt;look back on all those times,&lt;br /&gt;think of the things we'll never do&lt;br /&gt;there will never be a day,&lt;br /&gt;when I won't think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be? Can it be Christine?&lt;br /&gt;Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, it seems so long ago&lt;br /&gt;How young and innocent we were&lt;br /&gt;She may not remember me&lt;br /&gt;but I remember her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers fades,&lt;br /&gt;The fruits of summer fade,&lt;br /&gt;They have decisions, so do we&lt;br /&gt;but please promise me, that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you will think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7015718775040092540?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7015718775040092540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7015718775040092540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7015718775040092540' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-813118715438251497</id><published>2009-11-10T09:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:27:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt;Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;amp; My future starts today. Wish me luck. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-813118715438251497?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/813118715438251497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/813118715438251497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#813118715438251497' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5161474616200339015</id><published>2009-10-22T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:59:21.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boys Like Girls - Chemicals Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://w.c.d.v.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://w.c.d.v.aimini.net/play/?fid=vdcWAhASVqlQRQW34Oaz&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w.c.d.v.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://w.c.d.v.aimini.net/play/?fid=vdcWAhASVqlQRQW34Oaz&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shut your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&amp;amp; feel the chemicals collide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You and I tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the sugar in my high!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5161474616200339015?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5161474616200339015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5161474616200339015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5161474616200339015' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6287994484565775750</id><published>2009-10-18T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:58:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At what point do you say to yourself, "I'm counting on you to be the one, and I have no fall back plan"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fever Pitch (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6287994484565775750?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6287994484565775750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6287994484565775750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6287994484565775750' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4867285866322750242</id><published>2009-10-02T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:36:06.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't control myself and so watched Fame (2009) today. Though I watched alone, ( :( ) I did enjoy myself. It was worth my 6$. I would recommend the movie for those who like to watch dance and singing but, really, there isn't a concrete story line. So the start and ending are a bit hanging. Nonetheless, the hot and talented actors covered the flaws. So overall, I enjoyed the dance moves. I would give it a 3 out of 5. But soundtrack wise, 1067146912 out of 10! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturi Naughton &amp;amp; Collin Pennie - Fame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBDutshmgwE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBDutshmgwE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I can catch the moon in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4867285866322750242?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4867285866322750242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4867285866322750242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4867285866322750242' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8025857452117999917</id><published>2009-09-30T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:10:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG the earthquake just now freaked me out. The dining table that I was studying on, was shaking like fuck! I thought my younger brother intentionally shook it. Then I found out the whole house, no, the whole fucking building was shaking! And I'm still having headaches now. Pfffft. Oh wells, what a historic moment, huh? HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a sudden urge to go to the movies. Either one of the movies below. Anyone wants to watch with me this Sunday? S$5 only. Message me ok? Sab, hint hint!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mUMy0UVLMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mUMy0UVLMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JB4NxGvd4kI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JB4NxGvd4kI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tonight's the night the world begins again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8025857452117999917?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8025857452117999917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8025857452117999917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8025857452117999917' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-959667445717286973</id><published>2009-09-08T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:33:22.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OMFuck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Herpes! I consulted a doctor in Malaysia and he told my mother &amp; I that I had "kayap". I almost blurted out, "What the fuck is that?" &amp; then he translated it to "Herpes" &amp; I'm pretty sure, this time, I mumbled," What the fuck?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one single information about herpes that I know, is that it's an STD. I know I sound ignorant, but getting an STD never, ever crossed my mind. So I was wondering how the fuck did I get an STD, right? I became paranoid. Duh, who wouldn't be??!!!! I decided, when I'm back in Singapore, I'll visit my friendly neighbourhood Polyclinic doctor! &amp; I did. It turns out, there's a gazillion types of herpes! The STD type of herpes is called, Herpes genitalis (or genital herpes). What I've contracted should never be confused with conditions caused by other viruses in the &lt;em&gt;herpesviridae&lt;/em&gt; family. I've actually contracted Herpes Zoster, or most commonly known as, the Shingles! Hahaha Having it makes me want to eat Springles! Anyways, It's fucking itchy! &amp; Painful, duh! But the itch is a bitch! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the doctor said the virus has been in my body since I recovered from Chickenpox (which was a very long, long time ago). Though I've recovered, this virus had stayed in my body till now! It actually lurks around in your backbone and whenever it feels like it, it comes out. It also follows the nerve system so a bad breakout would mean the whole system is being attacked. &amp; That's bad, the itch and pain can kill you. But thank god, mine's not as bad. I regret not detecting it early though. But in the first place, I didn't think it was going to be so bad. I thought it was just normal rashes so I doctored myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know! Oh I forgot to mention, research has proven that this virus is known to attack those who are old or have a low immune level. Mine's probably the latter. All the stress is really building up, and now I have shingles. Fucker! I've got a week's MC to cover, up till next Tuesday. Which means, I'd probably miss Maths P2, Chem P2 and Econs Prelim Papers. I think if I can't re-sit them, I'll try my best to come next week. The meds are making me so dizzy and the only thing I can do is sleep. I've just started my revision, by the way :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the brighter side of life, at least I won't get such illnesses in the future. ;D So for all of you chickenpox-recovered folks out there, aren't you waiting patiently for Shingles (mingles jingles fingles) to attack your immune system? Well, have fun waiting. Don't say I didn't warn you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go off now. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh! I've trimmed and permed my hair. Hahahahahaha! I look like a poodle! A cute one, at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, I'm sure everything happens for a reason right? &lt;br /&gt;bak pepatah Ada Hikmah Di Sebaliknya. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-959667445717286973?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/959667445717286973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/959667445717286973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#959667445717286973' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6026796864425854759</id><published>2009-09-01T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:16:01.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think guys with Afro's are hot! But I hear it's very difficult to maintain. Apparently my cousin's keeping an Afro now. We'll see how it turns out this Hari Raya! ;D Ps, My mom fell in love with my dad, partly because of his Afro. How hot, right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0GIAj_lNGsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0GIAj_lNGsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; It's not forever&lt;br /&gt;Well it's just for tonight&lt;br /&gt;(D'you know what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we're the greatest!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Official song &amp; video of &lt;em&gt;Sex on Fire&lt;/em&gt; by Kings Of Leon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUg6QlSI4e8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUg6QlSI4e8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's not forever&lt;br /&gt;If it's just tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're still the greatest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6026796864425854759?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6026796864425854759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6026796864425854759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6026796864425854759' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5683162552888408996</id><published>2009-08-09T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:38:36.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From ANZ Championships 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GWe0-h6p6HQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GWe0-h6p6HQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&amp; as soon as﻿ I did it, I thought..." - Sharelle McMahon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. The video's more of funny and a bit of shocking, rather than a disgust to me. It's between Sharelle McMahon(right) &amp; Mo'onia Gerrard. They're from Melbourne Vixens &amp; Adelaide Thunderbirds respectively. Judging from Gerrard's reaction, she obviously wasn't expecting it. Hahaha I wonder what both of them were thinking after that. It happened at the start of the game! &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/liebe/love-smiley-002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/liebe/love-smiley-002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5683162552888408996?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5683162552888408996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5683162552888408996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5683162552888408996' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6137684711975032770</id><published>2009-08-04T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:52:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, it's these small things that you remember.&lt;br /&gt;The little imperfections that make them perfect for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulis, you're damn super ultra lameeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6137684711975032770?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6137684711975032770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6137684711975032770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6137684711975032770' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5163911462967057919</id><published>2009-08-02T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:53:11.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Dictionary.com,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Déjà vu&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;–noun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Psychology.&lt;/em&gt; the illusion of having previously experienced something actually being encountered for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;2. disagreeable familiarity or sameness: &lt;em&gt;The new television season had a sense of déjà vu about it—the same old plots and characters with new names.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact is, déjà vu wasn't supposed to happen. It left me torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more vexatious note, A Levels are in 99 DAYS! &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/sprachlos/speechless-smiley-020.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/sprachlos/speechless-smiley-020.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/sprachlos/speechless-smiley-003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/sprachlos/speechless-smiley-003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to &lt;b&gt;SUPER LAME GIRL&lt;/b&gt;, I can't guess who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5163911462967057919?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5163911462967057919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5163911462967057919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5163911462967057919' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2513016867420222341</id><published>2009-07-28T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:27:47.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHH8bfPhusM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHH8bfPhusM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through, with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is&lt;br /&gt;You think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just get over it,&lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;br /&gt;buti kind of like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind saying,&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sad story&lt;br /&gt;That a mother will teach her daughter&lt;br /&gt;that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.&lt;br /&gt;And how in the world&lt;br /&gt;Can the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;br /&gt;That they'd write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I better shut up and sing&lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2513016867420222341?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2513016867420222341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2513016867420222341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2513016867420222341' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3955242815222260508</id><published>2009-07-09T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:26:44.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Limin has been the best Captain I've ever had. Well, my direct captain at least. In case I'm not clear enough, I mean she was the captain of the team I was part of. It was an unbelieveable team, trust me. And anyways, I've always admired her, on and off the court. Always perservering for studies and play. I saw the fire in Dawn's eyes when I was in Sec 1 &amp;amp; 2. But Limin's fire was different. Her hunger was of a different kind. And even when she was tired, she never shows it. She plays Centre for 4 quarters, I know it's tiring. But she is forever consistent. She always leaves me in wonderment, y'know. I remembered some of the seniors commending her effort and I told myself, "Gosh, I'm lucky to be part of HER team." She's the type of Captain I wanted to be. &amp;amp; even though that's not possible now, I guess, she's the type of person I want to be, the hardworking &amp;amp; never-say-die person. ;D Yay to Limin. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX79MYeXdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LEh3fWGlJxA/s1600-h/limin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX9rvhqC8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Cwsj0X-Y_C8/s1600-h/limin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX-C-ZZe9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6uDeNxpTwYM/s1600-h/limin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356466658889792466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX-C-ZZe9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6uDeNxpTwYM/s320/limin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll probably kill me if she finds out about this picture but I don't care. It's worth dying for. HAHA See that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX79YHBg-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9bsHt4o8_NM/s1600-h/limin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464363689575394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX79YHBg-I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9bsHt4o8_NM/s320/limin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Limin, my captain! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Just for the record, Dawn's my favourite "indirect" captain. She wasn't my captain but she was the captain for Crescent Netball 2004/2005. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3955242815222260508?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3955242815222260508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3955242815222260508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3955242815222260508' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SlX-C-ZZe9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6uDeNxpTwYM/s72-c/limin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3816168909900076026</id><published>2009-07-05T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:27:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As some of you would have known, I was hospitalised about 2 months ago because I had discomfort in my abdominal. I had to be admitted because I wasn't responding to the medicines that were given in the Observation room. After a week-long of pain, I was finally discharged and my diagnosis was intestinal blockage. Since then, I had to be careful and disciplined of my intake, to be vulnerable of any discomfort but at the same time, remember that life has to go on. Until just yesterday, I found out about Crohn's disease. Mind you, I don't have it but I'm scared. I'm just . . . . . .  scared, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeAmYqn81PQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeAmYqn81PQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnTZmSO5mqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnTZmSO5mqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3816168909900076026?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3816168909900076026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3816168909900076026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3816168909900076026' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6213257010598235026</id><published>2009-07-01T20:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:45:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEAH SHUXIAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you're my only idol and I *ahem* you! HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Muackkkks! Eh eh so did you did you get "Crazy"??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6213257010598235026?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6213257010598235026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6213257010598235026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6213257010598235026' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3262075477016151790</id><published>2009-06-27T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:37:25.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Remember when, on my graduation, I asked you for a hug but you only tapped my shoulder. And then you left me hanging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Some of us are meant to suffer, you know. Some of us are led to believe that we have a certain destiny and then it just gets snatched away. But we have to stay alive, because we have to see how the story ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Sassy Girl (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that my friends are getting along, JUST FINEEEEEEEEE. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3262075477016151790?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3262075477016151790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3262075477016151790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3262075477016151790' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7716732682803433197</id><published>2009-06-26T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:01:36.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just remember, things don't happen overnight.&lt;br /&gt;And problems aren't resolved overnight either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7716732682803433197?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7716732682803433197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7716732682803433197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7716732682803433197' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6560495293640256686</id><published>2009-06-25T19:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:09:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Remember when.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you wrote me a confession letter and the teacher read it before me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we conversed on paper because we were too shy to talk to each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, our friends always made a point for us to sit beside each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, other girls were jealous when I was with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, the teacher mocked us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I couldn't concentrate on my studies because of you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you came over to my house and the only thing I did was smile at you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I gave you a CD with our song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I cried because you were caught smoking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, it ended without even a goodbye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we first exchanged smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we use to exchange letters daily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we walked to the MRT station in the rain while you read my letter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we had lunch dates in the canteen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, your classmates were suspicious of our relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we were the only jnr &amp;amp; snr pair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you left for OBS and you told me the stars would keep me company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we exchanged lyrics to seal our letters to inform each other of our feelings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I lent you my Tablet PC and you found letters I typed for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you replied my letters on my Tablet PC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I told you it was over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you said I wasn't helping you, especially with Olevels nearing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you were so angry you crushed your letter and threw it at me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I crushed my letters to you too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we cried because we couldn't be together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you thought I was a bitch and a show-off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we use to tell each other everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you gave me 122 hearts on the last day of school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we first became friends in the canteen on Arts Awareness Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we rode the MRT from Jurong East to Marina and back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would spend time, during and after school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you attempted to tie my hair into a monster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you sprayed my hair into a beetle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I went over to your house for the fun of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you drooled on the couch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would do stupid things with your best friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you sent me off at the airport before I left for Perth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we rushed to the airport to welcome your best friend back from Indonesia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, a surprise birthday party was thrown for you, you were most surprised and happy to see me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we watched One Tree Hill together with your best friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I gave you Luigi and you framed it in a jar. (I bought the toy from Perth especially for you).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you would wait for me so that we could go home together after our trainings, even though I ended later than you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we played the slap game with our favourite cars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I cried in front of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I attempted to bake a cake with a beetle car for your birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, the only thing we wanted to do was talk to each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you scared me with your washing machine (alarm clock).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I waked you in the middle of the night to remind you to study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we talked on the phone for 4ANDAHALF hours - the longest in my entire life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we went to the Vice Captain's house to bake cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you would join my family and I for meals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you joined my parents and I for furniture hunting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I accompanied you in the taxi to your house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, your sister met me for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you wrote me letters to encourage me during exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you drew me things because you knew I would keep it, no matter how childish it was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, on 14 February, we had our last meal and you cried.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I refused to hug you and my reason was I didn't want you to leave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I left for Perth, you gave me your Hippo to remind me of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you gave me a lot of Hippos to accommodate to my fetish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, the team went to the beach and you were scared of the water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, the team sang a birthday song for you in McDonald's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you gave me a Pez dispenser for Christmas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we fell apart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I saved my number in your cool phone on Arts Awareness Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you made your best friend and I notes before you left for Indonesia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you told me to read PS, I Love You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, the coach and everyone else thought we were a "thing".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you passed me your thumb drive with a song entitled "Far Away".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I went over to your house for the fun of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would spend time at your best friend's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we wrote letters to thank each other for the times we've spent together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you gave me a huge Hershey's chocolate bar for my birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you and your best friend called me and you said, "Did you did?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you woke me up in the middle of the night during Camp because you wanted to stargaze with me but I was in a lousy mood. (I'm sorry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we stopped talking because your best friend and I were not on good terms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we first talked in the canteen. (Your hair was funny back then)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you, the vice captain and I were the three best of friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I kept practising with you so that we could work on your shots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would take the MRT to Boon Lay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we preserved an L-shaped french fry from Burger King.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we were the only two juniors who went for lunch with the seniors after camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would go to Jurong Point to eat Banquet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we use to tell each other everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we were so close, even my parents asked about you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we did not talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I missed your presence when you were in UK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you came back and I was at KL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you stood up for me at Camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would wait for each other to go and return from school and trainings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we shouted to each other on court.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we ate at Pizza Hut on New Year's Eve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you were the only person I wanted to talk to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I screwed things up for you at Dover MRT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we were almost late for training because you woke up late but I insisted on waiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we ate at Pizza Hut on the eve of your birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, our friends surprised you at Pizza Hut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you refused to let me buy you the bag for your birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we spent 2 hours at the bus stop outside Queensway Shopping Centre before we decided to take the empty bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I told you I never had such a vulgar friend before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, you told me a shocking news!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I made FBT shorts for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, it became one-sided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I didn't even want to look at you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, trainings became unbearable for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I cried because I couldn't understand what was happening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we would just pretend we didn't see each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, we were at the bus stop and our friend came but she felt awkward because of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I cried because I couldn't spend my birthday with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when, I called you a bitch and said "Fuck you".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you don't remember. I'm wondering, now, if it means anything at all. &amp;amp; Thank you for strengthening me. What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6560495293640256686?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6560495293640256686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6560495293640256686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6560495293640256686' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2010235106273612100</id><published>2009-06-16T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:05:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention in my previous post that, while I was at the library on Saturday, I spoiled my brother's phone. Now the LCD's bent and it can't be closed properly. FUCK! &amp;amp; it costs at least 100$ to repair. How now, brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother thinks I should rethink my decision of repairing it cause even though I owe him a phone, the money's not worth spending on the old phone. Actually, I'm not sure what I want to do. I'm just disappointed and angry at myself for being so careless. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone aside, I'm leaving for Vietnam early tomorrow morning! ;D The flight's actually at 0730h. Suppose to check in at 0530h but I think we'll get breakfast first before checking in. I don't intend to sleep tonight. Anyways, we'll be out of the house by 0500h. So I shall study all day and night long. I might take a nap in the afternoon so that I don't get too tired. Plus, tonight's Crime Night! Starting from 10pm, there's Prison Break, CSI Miami and Without A Trace, which ends at 0100h. An hour after that, CSI again! Hahahaha. I'm going to have fun watching all those tonight. I'm going to bathe by 0330h cause I intend to wash my hair. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, my Arrival details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21 June 2009, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beduget Terminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TR 329.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17:20h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye. Adios Amigos. Bon Voyage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2010235106273612100?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2010235106273612100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2010235106273612100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2010235106273612100' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1227602695889434429</id><published>2009-06-14T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:50:38.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early yesterday morning, I sent Amanda off at the airport. When she was checking in, I couldn't hold back my tears and I started weeping. I don't know why but I really started crying soon after. When she saw me crying, Amanda started crying too. So we had this small little crying session. It was awful really. When she hugged me, I didn't want to let her go. But it was time. She had to go off and I'd never see her again. Amanda, I'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Everything I wrote above is false except for the first and last lines. She'll be back next Saturday. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then, off to Woodlands Regional Library to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks, I know. But I'm befriending someone from Canada. So now, it gets interseting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-1227602695889434429?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1227602695889434429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1227602695889434429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1227602695889434429' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-757519864503094282</id><published>2009-06-07T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:08:13.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily:&lt;/strong&gt; Talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily:&lt;/strong&gt; Does it matter? (sniffles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright. There's this kid and he's in his backyard, and he's digging a hole. The neighbour lady looks over the fence and says "Whatcha doing over there, little Johnny?"&lt;br /&gt;The kid looks really sad and he says, "Oh, my goldfish died and so I'm having a funeral for him."&lt;br /&gt;And the lady says, "Well, that's an awfully big hole for a goldfish."&lt;br /&gt;And little Johnny says, "Well, that's because he's inside your stupid cat" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Emily laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily:&lt;/strong&gt; You know that's terrible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Lot Like Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-757519864503094282?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/757519864503094282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/757519864503094282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#757519864503094282' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2390647222961337899</id><published>2009-06-05T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:29:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Dictionary.com and Macmillan Dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;implode &lt;/strong&gt;/ &lt;em&gt;ɪ&lt;/em&gt;mˈpləʊd / verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to burst inward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estimate&lt;/strong&gt; / ˈestɪmeɪt / verb  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say what you think an amount or value will be, either by guessing or by using available information to calculate it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assume&lt;/strong&gt; / əˈsjuːm / verb  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to believe that something is true, even though no one has told you or even though you have no proof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, Amanda, made a statement that to estimate is more than to assume. Unfortunately, I have to agree with her. HAHAHAHA. How so unfortunate. She made a good point though. I hope she's not imploding now! ;D Anyways, I had a great time on Wednesday, playing Wii and badminton and then dinner at Sulis' workplace. ;D It's a few hours more before I'm meeting Prithika. SURPRISE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2390647222961337899?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2390647222961337899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2390647222961337899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2390647222961337899' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1960476390120393256</id><published>2009-05-31T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:16:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's 3 things I'd like to tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the first is, "I'm sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For messaging and wishing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;your 18th only a day early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The second is a thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for being a great friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But you'd probably be thinking now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that I'm out of my mind. (HAHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And even so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've got one thing left to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The quote for today is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Cheups, I love you *muackkks* &amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, Cheups is now 18 years and 1 week old.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty forth! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who disappoint you the most,&lt;br /&gt;are usually the people you care most about.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think it's because of the different expectation level.&lt;br /&gt;Left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-1960476390120393256?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1960476390120393256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1960476390120393256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1960476390120393256' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3502189716084706293</id><published>2009-05-22T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:48:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ted: No, it's not an adventure, it's a mistake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lily: OK, yes it's a mistake. I know it's a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it's a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say 'yep, that was a mistake.' So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you'd go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not. And dammit, I've made no mistakes! I've done all of this; my life, my relationship, my career, mistake-free. Does any of this make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ted: I don't know, you said mistake a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've got plans lined up for next week. ;D I wonder how well I'll be by then.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; P.s. it's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;est&lt;/strong&gt; friend's birthday tomorrow. Yay! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3502189716084706293?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3502189716084706293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3502189716084706293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3502189716084706293' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2393676351737531195</id><published>2009-05-13T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:52:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.h.1.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://d.h.1.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=b1HD31DKM9zUxMsMFkmg&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.h.1.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://d.h.1.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=b1HD31DKM9zUxMsMFkmg&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2393676351737531195?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2393676351737531195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2393676351737531195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2393676351737531195' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2079870539281316489</id><published>2009-05-12T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:37:25.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:250%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY INTERNATIONAL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSES' DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aktion/action-smiley-076.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 25px; HEIGHT: 33px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aktion/action-smiley-076.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being hospitalised for the past week, I'd like to thank all nurses at Alexandra Hospital, &lt;strong&gt;Ward 10&lt;/strong&gt; especially, for all their tender, loving, care and patience. I love you guys! &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/liebe/love-smiley-025.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 16px; HEIGHT: 16px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/liebe/love-smiley-025.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, Power 98 was celebrating International Nurses' Day this morning and they read out my well-wishes for the nurses at AH. I can safely say now that, I owe my life to them. Literally. Of course, the doctors played a major role too. But the nurses are like fantastic man. Almost everyday, I see the same person. It keeps me wondering what their working hours are like. It's amazing how they do so much work with little sleep. No wonder they are all females. Hahaha Call me femenists, I don't care. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to those friends who came and visit me, by order, Amanda, Sulis, Mag, Tiff, Xin Ying, Cheups (x3), Dawn, Lijie (x2), Xin Yee, Yishi, Boo &amp;amp; Steph, Thanks guys. It means the world to me. All of them got to see me in my most miserable state except for Steph. Hahaha She totally missed it. Cheups came thrice!!! That's how much she misses me! HAHAHAHA! Anyways, my most miserable state was when I had &lt;em&gt;a freaking tube down my nose, through my throat and into my stomach&lt;/em&gt;. How bout that, huh? I survived, dude. So pat me on my shoulder when you see me the next time ok? HAHAHAHAH! I was a brave girl and I'm proud of myself. ;D Oh, thanks to those who messaged me also. I appreciate all of them too! &amp;amp; Shiqi, for tolerating my nonsensical messages while I kept my mind off the pain and boredom. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I'd really like to thank my family members. All 5 of them who tirelessly made their way to and fro the hospital. I don't think I'd survive without them. It's their faces that I look forward to, every single day of my life. Alhamdhulillah for my recovery. I'm so sorry I had to spend Mother's Day in the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I've got 2 more weeks of mc to cover before I return for my next scan. And whilst I wait for that, the doctor has advised me to maintain a strict diet of only porridge for the next 3 months! OMF! I can't eat high-fibre food including rice, bread and fruits. I'm like a total freaking opposite of what doctors normally advise patients of their intake. TSK :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But "&lt;em&gt;I'll brave through the storm&lt;/em&gt;" Hahahaha. Everything happens for a reason. All I can do now is rest and study. &lt;em&gt;And eat porridge.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you guys soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Iylia &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aktion/action-smiley-081.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 25px; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/aktion/action-smiley-081.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Syukur Alhamdhulillah. Ya Allah, berikan lah saya kekuatan dan kebolehan untuk menjalani musibah ini. Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2079870539281316489?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2079870539281316489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2079870539281316489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2079870539281316489' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7423248525516673862</id><published>2009-04-25T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:56:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To a great friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Horny, I'm so sorry but I'll dedicate a whole entry for you soon! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:330%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE BEING NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING DESERVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Do you even know how much it hurts for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7423248525516673862?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7423248525516673862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7423248525516673862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7423248525516673862' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5353609684383266535</id><published>2009-04-25T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:55:04.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... Why can't you just say it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. I'll say it. You love me"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. You love me too, then."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5353609684383266535?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5353609684383266535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5353609684383266535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5353609684383266535' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4680134067120557942</id><published>2009-04-09T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:10:31.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ADELINE ROSELLINI LAIMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, DUDE! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;baby, you're my first A! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4680134067120557942?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4680134067120557942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4680134067120557942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4680134067120557942' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1413679004969336589</id><published>2009-04-08T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:02:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it true that the environmental problem we face are unsolvable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Imagine one day when acid rain falls and scars us even if we were sheltered by our umbrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! My dearest friend started her essay that way and dude, she scored 31 okay! Marked by Mr Casey Leong. "Cool huh?" HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today marks .... uhh nothing. Oh but it is Anirudh's birthday. So, Happy Birthday to him. ;D The past few days have been nothing but lack of sleep. Since I went for my family outing on Saturday, I've not had enough rest. Oh but I enjoyed Satuday to the max. Tailored my Hari Raya clothes, dinnered and watch Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4! The movie was AWESOME! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; Reached home only at 3 in the morning. Sunday was spent doing only GP essay. Didn't study! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 2.4km. B! Ended at 7pm because of Maths remedial, which was effective ;D Yesterday, ended at 6pm after 1.5 hrs of GP &amp;amp; Chem lect each. Today, I went for my Basic Theory Evaluation &amp;amp; guess what?! I passed! I only got 2 questions wrong! Good huh?! I've got my BTT in two weeks time. So still need to study Basic Theory. Dangss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's an important day!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when the clock strikes midnight, it's ADELINE ROSELLINI LAIMAN'S 17TH BIRTHDAY!!!! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have to wake up early and drag my ass to school by 715am because it's Sports' Day and I'm running in Heat 1 :\&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, at 11am, Project Work results will be out!! :O I'm hoping for an A, btw.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I'll be having lunch with a special friend of mine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall catch up with my television-watching! Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, tomorrow is 090409!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-1413679004969336589?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1413679004969336589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1413679004969336589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1413679004969336589' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6772403251200398703</id><published>2009-03-31T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:40:54.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;etc..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Don't . . . . You'll ruin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6772403251200398703?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6772403251200398703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6772403251200398703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6772403251200398703' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2949079290827380356</id><published>2009-03-26T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:49:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day for 25 Mar 09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"To Who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's training was almost romantic. I almost died during SI and I've not seen Xiu so tired before. The second half of training was in darkness because we didn't have the key to the lights. Good job. Some people look awfully similar in the dark. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was suppose to be my off day BUTTTTT there was training in the afternoon. :\ Was supposed to meet Yi Shi for lunch but something came up last minute. Dangs I'm sorry Yi Shi. I'll have to catch up with her soon man. There's lots to talk about. ;) Anyways, back to training, it was okay lah. Except for the part where we had to do 10 sprints. WTF??!!! &amp;amp; 3 Sets of Abs Training! :\ Oh and let me say that training was only attended by the J2s and poor Lynn, 1 J1! Hahahah The rest of the J1s had MSA Review. How sad was that?! &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt;. I went home soreeeeeee that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school on Wednesday and I was already half shagged. First Lesson of the term, PE! Hahahaha! I've not hated PE til yesterday. I actually gave a black face to one of my favourite teachers. Hmmmm Got back two papers and I got S and E for them. I could hardly keep awake for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third and consecutive day, there was training! :\ 2.4km under timing for warm-up was enough to suck up at least 40% of my potential energy. (Hahaha!) The rest of it was like normal. &amp;amp; I think, yesterday's training was the only day the 14 of us were down together, as a team, since a long time. Wow! ;) By the end of the night, I was shagged. Oh but I had a good time on the way home though. Hahaha! Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, no training! Thank god. But I could hardly keep awake. I was dragging myself everywhere. Had only two pathetic lessons today and ended at 1.30pm. Chiong-ed home, ate and slept from about 3-6.30pm. ;D I'm still tired and my stomach's still sore from Tuesday. Gahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Service Learning Day. Tutoring and Ultimate Frisbee. We'll see how that goes. At least I'll get to sleep in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY ELLA DEAR! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2949079290827380356?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2949079290827380356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2949079290827380356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2949079290827380356' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7169115793888863740</id><published>2009-03-18T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:38:10.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what's the craziest thing you've done lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Moral fiber. So, what is moral fiber? It's funny, I used to think it was always telling the truth, doing good deeds, y'know basically being a fucking boy scout. But lately I've been seeing it differently. &lt;em&gt;Now I think that moral fiber's about finding that one thing you really care about. That one special thing that means more to you than anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it all. You put her in front of everything. Your future. Your life. All of it. And maybe the stuff you do to help her isn't so clean. You know what, it doesn't matter. Because in your heart you know, that the juice is worth the squeeze. &lt;/em&gt;That's what moral fiber's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Girl Next Door (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7169115793888863740?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7169115793888863740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7169115793888863740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7169115793888863740' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4702033559175175785</id><published>2009-03-14T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:06:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha! I just finished watching Bride Wars online. It's quite hilarious. For those who haven't watched it yet, well, you should! It's the holidays, dude! ;) Here's the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0iXqY2KSnmg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0iXqY2KSnmg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD I think the part where Kate Hudson went, "My hair's blue! It's blue!" was fucking hilarious! She did that part really well. Alrights, I'll leave with a quote from the movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you'll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding, but theres also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who's been standing beside you all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bride Wars (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I concluded, Sabrina Jumadi will be the first at my Wedding! Hahahahah OK Sab?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4702033559175175785?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4702033559175175785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4702033559175175785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4702033559175175785' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4205012923499571394</id><published>2009-03-10T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:15:41.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves - The Adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTT3GTEoKtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTT3GTEoKtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have the same last dream again&lt;br /&gt;The one where I wake up and I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Just as the four walls close me within&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open up with pure sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first to know&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friends&lt;br /&gt;Even if your hope has burned with time&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is dead shall be re-grown&lt;br /&gt;And your vicious pain, your warning sign&lt;br /&gt;You will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh here I am&lt;br /&gt;And here we go&lt;br /&gt;Life’s waiting to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any type of love it will be showed&lt;br /&gt;Like every single tree reach for the sky&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I will pick you up&lt;br /&gt;Like you for I&lt;br /&gt;I felt this thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was working for this goal&lt;br /&gt;Where all the children left without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Only to come back as pure as gold&lt;br /&gt;To recite this all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh here I am&lt;br /&gt;And here we go&lt;br /&gt;Life’s waiting to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh here I am&lt;br /&gt;And here we go&lt;br /&gt;Life’s waiting to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can not live&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Unless you do this with me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey oh, here I am&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;Life's waiting to begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4205012923499571394?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4205012923499571394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4205012923499571394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4205012923499571394' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3782897983117397960</id><published>2009-03-04T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:10:33.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uS5TZ3o4SiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uS5TZ3o4SiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block Test in 7 Days. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3782897983117397960?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3782897983117397960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3782897983117397960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3782897983117397960' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4882070135514118487</id><published>2009-02-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:06:37.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Kau umpama merpati putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patah sayapnya di udara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday didn't complete my streaks of Happy days. But because it was Mag's birthday, I was Happy. In fact, I was Happy x3! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Belated 18th Mag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did SI for "self-trg". 2-1-2. My timing was 3:47, 1:47, 4:20. I was 3 seconds and 20 seconds off for my 2nd and 3rd respectively. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, wasted about 15 minutes before cabbing down to RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-24&lt;/strong&gt;, Nanhua!&lt;br /&gt;I thought Everyone expected a lot out of Si Ying. I felt she did her best. ;D Nanhua's defence was quite a bomb yesterday. I always enjoy watching Sharon and Si Ying on court. ;) Their communication's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was roughly how my Friday went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, despite the flu, I fervently studied Chemistry. I'm only a quarter done. Tomorrow, I shall start on Maths. Monday shall be consultation day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4882070135514118487?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4882070135514118487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4882070135514118487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4882070135514118487' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8475696407615851081</id><published>2009-02-22T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:47:09.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures Courtesy of Tracy. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you girls are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSEgZ-guI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4e_30z76cv8/s1600-h/P1140377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305471335902642914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSEgZ-guI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4e_30z76cv8/s320/P1140377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Picture!!!!! But Cheups face! &amp;amp; Where the hell is Fa la la! :\&lt;br /&gt;So, not really a nice picture after all. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSES3wCmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dVBedNsdYqc/s1600-h/P1140378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305471332269427298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSES3wCmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dVBedNsdYqc/s320/P1140378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOSH! "Great Saints!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSED4YvCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yqekR_IUJ6E/s1600-h/P1140379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305471328245562402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSED4YvCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yqekR_IUJ6E/s320/P1140379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSD09EArI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yl8cetDVoQ4/s1600-h/P1140380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305471324238643890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSD09EArI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yl8cetDVoQ4/s320/P1140380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Look at Steph! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSD1UYRaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WjHhpCBy3RQ/s1600-h/P1140381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305471324336440738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSD1UYRaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WjHhpCBy3RQ/s320/P1140381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATTT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1-04JPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cIMd57mDmj0/s1600-h/P1140382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305469986858870002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1-04JPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cIMd57mDmj0/s320/P1140382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Shi Qi's face! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ13RnMmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/iyHS9U8GmIQ/s1600-h/P1140383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305469984831910498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ13RnMmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/iyHS9U8GmIQ/s320/P1140383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice picture. Boo was trying to destroy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1u5bHxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS9jd9RhxnM/s1600-h/P1140384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305469982582972178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1u5bHxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tS9jd9RhxnM/s320/P1140384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, Shalene, Wen Qian, Shi Qi, Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1TQpBWI/AAAAAAAAATw/N18FczKO03U/s1600-h/P1140385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305469975164159330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1TQpBWI/AAAAAAAAATw/N18FczKO03U/s320/P1140385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar, CHIJ (TP), Clementi Town, Commonwealth, KCP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1QaI9mI/AAAAAAAAATo/ueqIlqwTZ_g/s1600-h/P1140386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305469974398695010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDQ1QaI9mI/AAAAAAAAATo/ueqIlqwTZ_g/s320/P1140386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn was actually smiling for the camera?! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You &lt;em&gt;Team13&lt;/em&gt;! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8475696407615851081?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8475696407615851081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8475696407615851081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8475696407615851081' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SaDSEgZ-guI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4e_30z76cv8/s72-c/P1140377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-8191239833783261280</id><published>2009-02-15T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:20:23.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohkay. Finally, I have a few pictures for Friday the 13th! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Cheups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGeY4gsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vwaxFMaXdMc/s1600-h/Photo1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303022757325865666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGeY4gsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vwaxFMaXdMc/s320/Photo1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our faces! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGeeKOjI/AAAAAAAAATY/MCQVY2jOyxA/s1600-h/Photo1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303022757347998258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGeeKOjI/AAAAAAAAATY/MCQVY2jOyxA/s320/Photo1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheuping's LoveSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(only 5 of us! exclu people in the background HAHAHA!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGlFlrTI/AAAAAAAAATg/dd8hGn6_I2A/s1600-h/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303022759123987762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGlFlrTI/AAAAAAAAATg/dd8hGn6_I2A/s320/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture yet dislike this picture. Fickle-minded, I know. Nonetheless, I love the concept. &amp;amp; Look at the words behind, "IN THE AIR", damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheups &amp;amp; Steph said Dawn and I have the same smile! Where got?! My smile's nicer than hers! Hahahaha! &amp;amp; for those who don't know who's Dawn, she's the one beside me for all three pictures! Oooooh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheah Shuxian, I miss you! :( I think there's so much we can say to each other but MSN &amp;amp; messaging's really not the best form of communication. I doubt we have time to meet up. It's okay though. I just hope you're in good health &amp;amp; that everything's fine alright? Focus on studies horzxzxxzx! Love love, My Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I miss my days in Crescent. Everything's flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps, tsunami alert! hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-8191239833783261280?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8191239833783261280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/8191239833783261280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8191239833783261280' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZgfGeY4gsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vwaxFMaXdMc/s72-c/Photo1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2595034832505508602</id><published>2009-02-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:53:36.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everclear - Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO7GieoeP3s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO7GieoeP3s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wonderful, isn't it wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes when I get too sad&lt;br /&gt;I think thoughts that I know are bad&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's over when I open them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the things that I had before&lt;br /&gt;Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could count to ten&lt;br /&gt;And make everything be wonderful again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mom and I hope my dad&lt;br /&gt;Will figure out why they get so mad&lt;br /&gt;I hear them scream, I hear them fight&lt;br /&gt;They say bad words that makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes when I go to bed and I&lt;br /&gt;Dream of angels who make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I feel better when I hear them say that&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be wonderful some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises mean everything&lt;br /&gt;When you're little and the world is so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't understand how&lt;br /&gt;You can smile with all those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na nana........&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me everthing is wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go to school and I run and play&lt;br /&gt;I tell the kids that it's all ok&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh so my friends wont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When the bell rings I just don't want to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my room and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I make believe that I have a new life&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you when you say that&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be wonderful some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I don't want to meet your friend&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start over again&lt;br /&gt;I just want my life to be the same&lt;br /&gt;Just like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Somedays, I hate everything&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nana..&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wonderful now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fyi, my family's perfectly fine. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2595034832505508602?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2595034832505508602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2595034832505508602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2595034832505508602' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-1892071580542107430</id><published>2009-02-14T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:04:32.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past 5 days have been :\ So much for Friendship week hor?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wtf. Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Wednesday was trials for the J1s. Had quite some fun while it rained. Let's allow the 10 pictures do some talking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMFSss3tI/AAAAAAAAASA/389XjyYNqdI/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579633821900498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMFSss3tI/AAAAAAAAASA/389XjyYNqdI/s200/DSC04852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMFoCDmQI/AAAAAAAAASI/bUP9O2zCLIQ/s1600-h/DSC04853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579639548614914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMFoCDmQI/AAAAAAAAASI/bUP9O2zCLIQ/s200/DSC04853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMF2JbrKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EToT6HNlonk/s1600-h/DSC04854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579643337649314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMF2JbrKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EToT6HNlonk/s200/DSC04854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMF4JbaPI/AAAAAAAAASY/r-eFPpvqnzQ/s1600-h/DSC04855.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579643874502898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMF4JbaPI/AAAAAAAAASY/r-eFPpvqnzQ/s200/DSC04855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMGPw86eI/AAAAAAAAASg/-u5QIhvMziI/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302579650214291938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMGPw86eI/AAAAAAAAASg/-u5QIhvMziI/s200/DSC04856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNAjas_HI/AAAAAAAAASo/5dyLdMhe-As/s1600-h/DSC04857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302580651922095218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNAjas_HI/AAAAAAAAASo/5dyLdMhe-As/s200/DSC04857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNBLU9jRI/AAAAAAAAASw/-zw0R_iQdPk/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302580662635433234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNBLU9jRI/AAAAAAAAASw/-zw0R_iQdPk/s200/DSC04861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNBd117zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/66znbmIRdHU/s1600-h/DSC04865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302580667605184306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNBd117zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/66znbmIRdHU/s200/DSC04865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNBu9_aNI/AAAAAAAAATA/nX3k0DtoItA/s1600-h/DSC04869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302580672202762450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNBu9_aNI/AAAAAAAAATA/nX3k0DtoItA/s200/DSC04869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNB77CWPI/AAAAAAAAATI/GQ8xlK_2VXY/s1600-h/DSC04870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302580675680033010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaNB77CWPI/AAAAAAAAATI/GQ8xlK_2VXY/s200/DSC04870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials was interupted due to the rain from about 5-6pm. By the time it drizzled, Capt dismissed the J1s LIAO! We were suppose to have training 6-9pm but guess what??!! It got cancelled! &amp;amp; Make a wild guess on where Capt insisted on us going? EAT! Omf! So, instead of training our butts off to prepare for Championship, all 17-Shal=&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; of us went to KFC. GREATTTTT! Hahaha Whatever lah. Sat at the same table as Horny Boo Dawn &amp;amp; Addy. The rest were split accordingly. Some even started shouting at the top of their lungs. Specifically the one with the nicest dimples! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooving on, Yesterday was quite a day too! ;D Ended at about 12pm. But self training was only starting at 330pm. So just sat in the Cafe throughout the wait. By 1230pm, some of us were already sitting together and making a hell lot of noise, on top of the music that was playing in the Cafe. ;D We took quite a number of pictures too! I think it's with Tracy &amp;amp; Steph. So will have to wait for them to pass me the pictures. ;) Shal &amp;amp; I were singing most of the times. Steph &amp;amp; Dawn thought we were being crazy and even moved tables a couple of times. HAHAHA! Cheups was with us then not with us then back with us. Basically, she had lessons lah. The rest just came and left. The best part of waiting for training was playing heart attack with Steph, Dawn &amp;amp; Shal. HAHAHA! ;D We were damn high! Can't wait to play again. I really want pictures leh! :( Okay I shall practice patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Quote of the day! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I won't go home without Cheups!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to talk about yesterday's training. After that, Cheups, Steph, Xiu &amp;amp; I ate dinner in the Cafe. Instant Noodles! ;D Reminds me of Camp days. Ate till like 8pm before heading to our destinations. Chatted till 10pm and I left for home. ;D I really wonder what Cheups &amp;amp; Steph are doing now. My sister thought they're lesbians. HAHAHAHA! What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I shall go off now. Have fun guys! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;We’d never know what’s wrong without the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing &amp;amp; the right thing are the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tag replies -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALALALA;&lt;/strong&gt; My older brother lah! Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-1892071580542107430?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1892071580542107430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/1892071580542107430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1892071580542107430' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaMFSss3tI/AAAAAAAAASA/389XjyYNqdI/s72-c/DSC04852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-5247953008721188103</id><published>2009-02-10T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:37:09.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, things just have to go wrong before it can be perfectly right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-5247953008721188103?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5247953008721188103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/5247953008721188103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5247953008721188103' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-4683307295484891857</id><published>2009-02-08T07:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:14:05.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After knowing you for so long, I've suddenly realised how &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; immature you are. I don't believe you stoop so low as to doing what you did. I can only shake my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not even talking about Shi Qi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I went to Ridout yesterday. It was Great &amp;amp; weird at the same time. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe someone's screwing our lives. I'm not sure who it is but everything's changing with a snap of the fingers. D'you know how tiring it is to adapt from one situation to another? It sucks, that's all I can say. &amp;amp; With BT1 around the corner, I'm giving the least amount of attention to things that I initially don't really care about. Even if I have to prioritise, Family &amp;amp; Studies come first. Anyone who wants to screw other aspects of my life, you guys hang on ok? Cause I'll screw you soon! &amp;amp; I'll make sure you'll curl up in a corner and fucking die. Hahahahah So extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I won't experience a situation where I alight from the bus and not know whether to turn right or left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"So, no matter what, you will turn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"No, I will always know where to turn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! My brother &amp;amp; his girlfriend just bought me an Adidas Jacket. It's from the latest series! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; THANK YOU! ;D Love Love! HAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-4683307295484891857?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4683307295484891857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/4683307295484891857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4683307295484891857' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-276350675205067164</id><published>2009-02-06T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:39:54.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think you should plan the next world war, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you know how to drop bombs at the perfect timing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Half my family have left for KL. My sister's taking her last two papers before Uni life's over for her. All the best, manzxzxx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start on my homework and have fun tomorrow. Can't wait! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-276350675205067164?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/276350675205067164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/276350675205067164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#276350675205067164' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-6017415146095263732</id><published>2009-02-05T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:25:41.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a "Thank You!" post! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, I was so tired, I slept at around 10pm. I woke up in the middle of the night due to gastric. It couldn't have happened at a better timing. I was thinking to myself, "I'm going to welcome my 18th with gastric and in the toilet." I felt really pathetic. Hahaha! I actually slept on the toilet bowl for about 30 minutes ;) &amp;amp; I could actually hear my phone vibrating while I was in pain. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to look through a couple of messages and some were dead funny! Funny and touching at the same time. I only remember waking up to Steph's, Nikki's and Cheuping's messages. &amp;amp; Coincidentally, all three of their messages cracked me up ;D ;D ;D Thanks to the rest who texted me in the wee hours too. I really appreciate it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulis, Tracy, Nikki &amp;amp; Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my sister actually alarmed her phone to ensure that she wished me at midnight. Hahaha! That's my sister! ;D &amp;amp; My mother wished me before she left the house too. So thanks to her. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, Shi Qi messaged me. Thanks. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, sat at gallery and Boo joined me. Mag came soon after and she said, "Morning, birthday girl." Awwww! ;D Sulis joined and she wished me again. Then came Amanda and a few others, I don't remember. In any case, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE, first period. The class sang me a birthday song without even knowing it was my birthday. Hahaha! Sam was joking around when he told Mr. Loke that it was someone's birthday. Hahaha Good timing, Sam! Thanks 08S09! ;D Sha hugged me and wished me after that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Captain's ball with s20 and it was quite exciting! I enjoyed it ;D After PE ended, Mr. Loke gave me a present!! ;D He wished me a Happy Birthday too! Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Awwwwwww&lt;/em&gt;! I was very touched ok! Then I went to shoot with Mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours worth of tutorial after that, totally drained all my energy. So it's really of no use elaborating on it. Oh but the clique gave me their present. ;D ;D ;D ;D! It was an Adidas kit! Hahahah! I was ecstatic to receive it. I don't believe they actually bought Adidas stuff for me. Thanks guys! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I remembered talking to some of the netballers in the earlier part of the day but I forgot when. Hahaha! I remember talking to Horny and Cheups but am unsure of the time. My bad ;) But I clearly recalled talking to Cheups because we were talking about training etc. Hahaha Both of them probably wished me too! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, by lunch, I was famished! In the first place, I had gastric because i didn't eat on Tuesday. So by lunch, I wanted to fill my stomach with anything and everything. Ate Pattaya and drank Oreo Chocolate! Once I was done, I was full like crazy! Then the Fantastic Four a.k.a the clique had to surprise me with such a huge cake! I found one similarity the cake had with them though. NUTS! ;D The class joined in singing another birthday song. Twice! Hahaha Thanks again, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Maths tutorial, I headed down to the Netball Court where the rest were already discussing on the Netball Banner design. Hahaha! We took approximately 30 mins just to vote! ;) Being the typical human beings they are, some of them started wishing and hugging me. Hahahah! I've not felt loved for such a long time. ;D Thanks guys. A lot of things happened between the time we started with the banner and before training. I was just being in denial most of the times. ;) A couple of weird moments and a couple of very happy moments too. I saw Nikki a couple of times too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 534pm, I received a call from a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;XY: Hello! Iylia, are you free now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;XY: *sings* Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to ...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I almost teared! I love you Xin Ying! I honestly thought she forgot! I saw her so many times in the morning but she didn't even bother to wish me! So I thought I should just get over the fact that she probably forgot but the call was really sweet. She sang beautifully too. No one has ever done that before. Thanks XY! I can't wait to see you back in class again! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training started promptly by 630pm and the rest of it is history. I still don't believe I spent my 18th that way. :\ By 930pm or so, training ended with me being a bitch. Hahaha What's new right? They sang me a birthday song then Shi Qi, Tracy and Someone! (I'm sorry) "confessed" that they forgot to take out the cake. Hahahaha! I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. But maybe it was a good thing cause I went home quite clean. ;D Captain debriefed us before we dismissed ourselves. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143-ed with 6 others and chat a bit with Cheups and Steph. Saw Horny at the bus stop and etc. Steph &lt;em&gt;985-ed&lt;/em&gt;, Shi Qi &amp;amp; I &lt;em&gt;966-ed&lt;/em&gt; then Cheups was left alone. I hope she wasn't raped! Hahaha. Normal talk with Shi Qi in the bus. Don't need to know what we talked about Hahaha. Alighted at the usual stop and since I was so shagged, her last words to me, on my birthday, was, "Don't so sian. Happy birthday." We parted at the damned traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"BECAUSE I'M SAD THAT I COULDN'T SPEND MY BIRTHDAY WITH YOU."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened the heavy door and my family started singing the birthday song for me. I was already in tears before they started so I just let it flow naturally. You can only hold back &lt;em&gt;that much&lt;/em&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought me blackberry! Damn nice! Hahaha! Doottttsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed. Stayed up as long as I could to reply the messages before I knocked out and slept, past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was greeted by XY in the CC. I miss her! Then, along came Cheups. "Iylia, I have something for you." My heart stopped beating for a mini second. I didn't know what to anticipate. She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out a MacDonald's plastic bag. 2$ Breakfast meal! Hahahaha! Gosh, she's weird sometimes! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Srija gave me a belated present - Apple strudel! Thank you! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met Addy while I was on my way to the CC. Immediately hugged her so fucking tightly and I didn't want to let her go. I forced her to wish me a belated. Hahaha! All this time, I thought she forgot but she didn't lah. Lucky. Talked to her a bit and left soon after. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chemistry Lecture, headed to Cafe only to find some of the netballers surrounding a cake. Hahaha! It was the cake that was &lt;em&gt;stuck&lt;/em&gt; in the fridge. ;D They sang a birthday song, AGAIN! Hahaha! Thanks guys! Tracy and Fadi managed to trick me and had my face smashed into a slice of cake. ;) I should have seen that coming. Anyhows, had to wrap up the celebration cause some of us had to leave for class. That was just sad. But overall, it was fun! ;D Thank you J2's of Saints Netball 2009 + Dawn! Hahahah! My bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just found out Shu Xian left a birthday wish on my Facebook Wall!!!!!! Hahahaha! Omg Thank you Idol! ;D I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's pretty much how I spent my 18th. I've not had any dinners yet. Not even with my family. :( But it's ok. I'm planning my weekends LIAO! Join me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Yi, Fadilah, Deepthi, Kak Shila &amp;amp; SABBB!, thanks for the messages! I Appreciate it! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-6017415146095263732?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6017415146095263732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/6017415146095263732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6017415146095263732' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3504809238129493286</id><published>2009-01-31T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:23:37.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog about the past 3 days but thought that I'd be too lazy and thus, Wednesday's &amp;amp; Thursday's would only be a recap of very significant events. And I shall start with a full recap of Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;As usual, I'd take 966, from the bus stop outside Pending LRT, to school. So 20 minutes later, when I was about to alight, I saw this tall girl with a pony tail in red and blue jacket. Over her right shoulder was a blue Adidas slingbag. Thought she looked familiar! Hahaha Trailed her and even though she seemed as if she as limping, she walked awfully fast! Before you know if, tada, it was Tan Cheu Ping! HAHAHAHAHAHA! So I spent about 30 mins talking to her before assembly ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0802-0847h was spent doing H1 Economics MSA. The question was do-able and I actually expect to pass. But due to poor time management and anxiety, I couldn't complete any of the parts. :( I still hope I'll pass though. &amp;amp; then there'll be a cake! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent half an hour in class emo-ing with Xin Ying before Physics Tutorial started. XY &amp;amp; I were like emo buddies today. PMS was our middle name. HAHAHA! I must say I've been having fun spending time with her these few days. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics Tutorial was, has been and forever will be, Lame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half an hour break again was spent snacking and I ate Tuna Sandwich when I actually ordered Egg Mayo. That was so pissing okay! I really dislike the new vendor now. Pfft. Talked with XY and Andrew (&lt;em&gt;new friend made ;)&lt;/em&gt;) before we left for class. Then before I was about to take a bite, Nikki, who was on her phone, walked behind me. All I heard was, "I don't know. You ask Iylia ah." I swear I was fucking shocked. For a few seconds I was taking wild guesses on who it was at the other end but Nikki had to slap me with a reply, "Addy," before she passed me her phone. Wow Great! I could only stare in shock. Took me about 3 seconds before I could actually churn my voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;I felt the tension in the air but the caring person in me came out almost instantly. I could sense the sadness and disappointment in her voice. I thought, I miss her. &amp;amp; her bestfriend too. Hmmm Anyways, getting back, I hope her appeal will be successful. Partly because I think our uniform would look better on her and partly because, I don't know, maybe I'll get to see her happy face again? Miracles do happen right, y'know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moooooving on. If today couldn't get any slacker, my tutor shortened his 2-hour lesson to a half hour lesson. Fantastic right? But that half an hour, I felt, was more productive than M.E. ;D &lt;strong&gt;If you want something bad enough, you WILL get it!&lt;/strong&gt; So then, since lesson was shortened and the gates were locked to the school's system, my beloved class was left with no choice but to do what we were born to do - NOTHING! ;D But the clique intended to do GP! Instead, we ended up surfing the net. Hahaha! They found my blog and we found someone else's blog and the story continues. Then, we had even more fun looking through University Admissions. Ironic how such a topic can be funny. Hah! I enjoyed my 1.5 hr break with them. Initially, I was supposed to rest but didn't want to miss all the fun. Oh oh, TIFFANY YEO JIA HUI! &lt;- there! your name! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 mins before 1pm, made my way to Potong Pasir Mrt to meet Yi Shi. First surprise of the day! She had a book in her hand and there was a yellow card in it. Also in her hand was a round thing wrapped in NEWSPAPER (?!!). Hahaha "Nah, the book. &amp;amp; Happy Birthday!" She hands over the round thing and opened the book to take out the yellow card. By then, I was almost speechless. "Yi Shi! You remembered?!" &amp;amp; On the card, I saw, "Happy 18th Birthday!" OMG HOW SWEET?! Yi Shi, seriously, Thanks! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't open the card nor did I unwrap the round thing. I left that for later. I still am shocked that she remembered. She said she'll remember it as long as she has her diary with her, which was in fact her PDA. :\ hahaha. I was seriously touched. ;D Talked about Bai's birthday celebration too and how she made Bai a gi-normous card which Bai ended up walking around with. Yi Shi said strangers actually came up to Bai to wish her. Hahaha! How funky was that?! Should have been there! :\ But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with her at Vivocity Burger King before heading to RV for the games. I really miss those days when Yi Shi and I would eat out together. With Bai too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached, changed and 3pm game started. I didn't umpire the first game though cause I was watching Court 3's game. The team I was supporting didn't win. I'm so sad. I've never had so much passion in seeing their opponent lose before. The whole time, I was sitting at the umpires' seats, anticipating for something to happen. &amp;amp; something did happen! Just not in my/the team's favour. Oh wells, let's just wait for the next game then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a somewhat awkward conversation before Sabrina turned up. Yay! Behind her, I saw a familiar-looking girl in yellow blouse and turqoise skirt. No other than, F. She didn't even say Hi. But you know what? I don't give a damn either. You and her can screw together for all I care. Hah! Then Second Surprise of the Day! "Nah, Happy Birthday!" In her hand was a boxed Prima Deli Chocolate Cake! O! M! G! Again, I was left speechless. I tell you something, Sabrina is absolutely crazy! Crazy to the core! but then again, that's why I love her! HAHAHAHA! Awwww ;) Watched the game for like 5 minutes before we headed to the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took my whistle &amp;amp; band. While I waited for my co-umpire, Carmen, to cool down after her first game, I prepared myself psychologically. I couldn't let anything affect my umpiring. That would be unjust for the teams. Then I found out, I sent Sab to the wrong court. Hahaha! My bad! Seriously, that crazy girl came down just to celebrate with me because she won't be seeing me next week. But in actual fact, I'm studying with her tomorrow! Hahaha! We could have just celebrated alone tomorrow. but she didn't want. &amp;amp; Apparently, she kept insisting that "my SAJC friend" stay and celebrate with us. I swear I didn't know who she was continually referring to! But turns out, it was Shi Qi. I was shocked really. That was a weird moment for me. Then after my game, while cutting the cake, Shi Qi popped out from no where. Worse still, Sab spotted her. Again, WEIRRRRRD! So passed Shi Qi a slice. And! Her friend, another slice, before they left happily ever after. Hahaha No lah. They just left. So I distributed to 4 others and one each for Sab and myself. Took pictures and stayed a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First time in my life, two people I know who are indirectly related, sit together and talk to me. For a moment, I thought Sab &amp;amp; Yi Shi wouldn't be able to communicate but it turned out quite well. So good job for that. Had fun talking to them. Funny how, these were the exact two people who decided to surprise me at such an advanced timing. It was so funny, I almost teared! ;) Bus-ed to Harbour front before we parted our ways. Ironically, they thought they wouldn't see me any more but Sab's meeting me tmr and I'm meeting Yi Shi next Tuesday. LAME with capitalised, L, A, M &amp;amp; E! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, on the bus home, plugged in the iPod and started reflecting on the day. Took out Yi Shi's book and out, slipped the yellow card. To be truthful, the moment I opened it, my eyes went watery. There, on the top half of the card, a picture of Team Saints Netball 2008! Oh how I miss training with them! Along with Mr. Bok, they taught me determination and raised my mental strength. They taught me to stand strong, even though I was small and increased the energy of my passes. Boy, is Saints Netball 09 different. But that's a good thing! Cause on top of what I've learned in 08, my current team mates taught me two things. Specifically, happiness &amp;amp; most definitely, GREATNESS! &amp;amp; It's because of the 12 of them that I'm still passionate about netball and am still playing it at a competitive level. This year, also being my last year playing at such high and competitive level, I'm glad I get to end it with them. I could not ask for any other 12 players because I enjoy this team and will miss this team once season ends! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh on the bottom of the card was a precious note, for me. Everything written was exactly what I needed to hear from someone like her. It's this kind of things that motivate me in life. Thanks Yi Shi. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole journey home, it kept replaying in my head, the brief moment before Sab came and the time while I cut my cake. Looking at the picture in hand was all it took to make me tear alone. Hahaha So emo siaZXXZXZZX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok let's recap on the significant events on Wednesday and Thursday now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basically, I can only remember that Wednesday didn't really start well. I saw Steph during P.E. though. I think she had sore throat and flu but yet she still run. :\ Even came down for training later in that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After Wednesday's fucking awkward training, I walked by the sidegate to the 966 bus stop. The wind was seriously blowing me away. But I stood strong. Hahaha! Reached the bus stop within 10 mins and a few minutes later, tension again. Hahaha. By then, I was too shagged already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steph made my day on Wednesday night. Here's what she texted me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You look more cute when you smile and show your teeth:) so say cheese =D"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, only two people have commented on my smile and how it has affected them when I do. &amp;amp; I shall be proud and honoured to announce that they are no other then, Cheups &amp;amp; Steph. I realise, I've only been smiling that way when I see the Netballers. I guess they deserve it, especially after all that they've done for me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thurday was a long &amp;amp; tiring day and the most significant event was Fadi's text. Again, she said I was cute. Hahaha! Some people just know how to tickle my funny bone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, that's all for now then. On another note, I truly understood the meaning of Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3504809238129493286?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3504809238129493286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3504809238129493286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3504809238129493286' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3671521063945243445</id><published>2009-01-27T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:21:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I wait for my brunch to be served, I shall blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First half of yesterday was spent demolishing my/brother's room. Then, my sister managed to persuade me to throw all the books that I spent countless of hours packing nicely in a box. Tsk. So now, I don't owe any books that I used in BBPS/BTPS/CRESC. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for dinner at old Woodlands with the soon-to-be extended family. ;D I think it was like a pre-celebration for me but my Mother couldn't be there. I'm so sad. So, the whole time, Daddy was my best buddy. I realised I didn't spend much time with my younger brother. Probably cause I was shagged enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowled with them till late and I only managed consistency, not accuracy. I think they had lots of fun. Two people have never bowled in their lives but I really appreciate their effort. ;D I thought they did pretty well, in fact. My older siblings made a stupid bet and my brother lost because he did not knock down two pins. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! His life suck now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My thumb, middle finger &amp;amp; ring finger are currently bruised and swollen from yesterday. I hope it gets better cause if not, I'll have to tape it up for training tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! Training tomorrow. I don't know what I should anticipate more cause I'm basically too speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eat Mad Jacks &amp;amp; Sakura International (Buffet Style)! ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3671521063945243445?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3671521063945243445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3671521063945243445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3671521063945243445' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-9069092241042228420</id><published>2009-01-23T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:13:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SAJC MCS CNY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dikir Barat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yiEaJN0Afo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yiEaJN0Afo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juara: Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tukang Karut: Baizura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above video just reminds me of how fantastic and enjoyable 2008 was. I must admit, last year, was a year I felt proud of myself. I think I adapted fast and well. *Pats back* I guess 2009 just isn't starting right. Let's hope it gets better and ends with a BANG! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's CNY celebrations wasn't as exciting, somehow, and I felt bad for MCS. They definitely could have done a lot better but I really appreciate their effort. Since I chose not to be part of this year's dikir, due to other commitments, I don't think I'm in any position to comment on anything else. Fa lala looked gorgeous though! ;D So did him! Hahaha! &amp;amp; Love, Firqin and Nadia. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Study till late &amp;amp; go KL tmr) vs (Sleep now &amp;amp; study tmr).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stress right now, the only thing I want to do is eat! So if I really do go KL tmr, the only thing I want to do is eat Subway! But again, there's so much drama going on in KL, I'm not sure if I'd like to add MORE drama in my already-dramatic-life. But I feel like I have and should be there for her. I'm not sure what I'm capable of though. In fact, there's nothing much I can do. But If I stay in Singapore to study, I won't get to eat Subway, I won't gain any excess weight, I won't have to spend money and I won't have so much drama. But seriously, I want to get out of Singapore. Just want to run away from reality. Damn it! Why is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to KL just to eat Subway and be self-centred, then maybe I shouldn't go. It's not like I can help anyth that's going on there now. But I want to eat Subway! Gahhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-9069092241042228420?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/9069092241042228420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/9069092241042228420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#9069092241042228420' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-7162458117187265139</id><published>2009-01-23T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:08:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is your deepest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I really can't wait to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat with Yishi, &amp;amp; Bai!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study with SABBBB!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have h2h talks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Train&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been distracted lately but there's one thing that hasn't left my mind. In fact, I think the passion for it has ignited, again. Honestly, I'm not sure what hope we have in store for us, for this season, but one thing's for sure, I aim for Finals. &amp;amp; If we're not on the same track, we damn right have to get ourselves together and play our game. Fun &amp;amp; laughter just flew out of the window cause shit happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-7162458117187265139?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7162458117187265139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/7162458117187265139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7162458117187265139' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-2064782897887518859</id><published>2009-01-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:04:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Some people look at jerky and say, 'Why?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look at jerky and say, 'Mmm! Jerky!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so shagged, I can hardly think straight right now. It takes me 5 minutes to differentiate between right &amp;amp; wrong. This week hasn't been mentally draining but physically, it has. Normally, when your body's tired, you'll just be too tired to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Wednesday's PE was training session and I was surprised I actually ran 400 metres under 2 minutes and 7 seconds. I completed all my three rounds under that timing too! ;D I doubt it's accurate though cause even for training, I don't run that fast. Hahaha! It was a good motivation though ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Wednesday was so slack but yet tiring. Oh &amp;amp; I'm M.E. Rep! Hahaha! OMG! We have an M.E. journal. What the heck, right? Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was just :\. But I felt that I pushed hard for the first half of training though. 2.4km wasn't my best but considering how I've been faring for trainings, I thought it was NOT BAD. Hahaha Then, we did Mr. Bok's circuit! Which was fantastic! ;D No pain, No gain! Then normal courtwork. Then, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ;D Belated 18th for Shi Qi and 17th for Dawn&lt;/strong&gt;. Cake was strewn all over the place man! Definitely, it was fun and there was a moment, the two people who were celebrating, ran after each other to smash the cake! Hahaha! I managed to catch a cake that was thrown at me! Not bad right? Hahaha! I'm happy my shorts didn't get dirty cause it was a new pair and if you were to ask the netballers, they'd understand why I treasure it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed with Shi Qi, then collapsed on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today feeling rather giddy. But still had to drag my ass to school right? Reached the bus stop at 6.30am thinking, the bus hasn't arrived. But it only came at 6.48am. Bus was too packed so couldn't board. 10 minutes later, another bus arrived. Funny thing is, Shi Qi and I were still taking our time to walk into school even though we were at the bridge at around 7.28am. I think both of us were too shagged and couldn't be bothered. Fastened our pace a bit and got into the CC on the dot. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left before chapel and decided to leave by the back, with the intention of saying "Hi" to Cheups &amp;amp; Steph, only to regret it because when I stepped out of the CC, I got caught for my skirt. EFFFFFFFFFFF! But turns out, the length was ok. They just wanted me to sew the buckle. What a stupid excuse. But nevermind, at least I'm off the hook. Or should I say, buckle? HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Fadi a bit in the AVA, only to have to go back to the CC in 10 minutes. So dumb! Had like 45 minutes break, so just stayed in the CC &amp;amp; talked to Cheuping and Steph. ;D Sat with them for Chemistry Lecture before going for 2-hour break with Cheups. Talk talk talk and we only ate one meal! (: Continued talking till Economics Lecture and we sat with Horny, Boo and Fadi. ;D I think Rachel was in Lecture too but she came in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5-hour lunch break with the clique and it was a good change of atmosphere. ;D Thanks Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Practical &amp;amp; Physics tutorial was just spent spacing out. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, reflected on what I did today and concluded that, I'm too tired to think and yes, you shall be the one! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in my sleep. &lt;a href="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/schlafen/sleeping-smiley-015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/schlafen/sleeping-smiley-015.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-2064782897887518859?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2064782897887518859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/2064782897887518859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2064782897887518859' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3322951574290207537</id><published>2009-01-20T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:41:06.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;21-19!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I can say but, "Good job, RV! Good job!" ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, today was quite slack despite the fact that I had two MSAs. But I'm proud to say it's over. I just want to mug like crazy now, not having to worry about tests or exams. Just leave me be man. When I'm ready, I'll face the papers. In other words, I wasn't prepared for MSA 1. So BT1 will be so much better. 7 weeks left to BT1, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to print my family shirts (it looks fantastic, btw) before heading to River Valley High. I thought I did okay for my first game. There's always room for improvements right? YES! I was distracted, most of the time. Shouldn't have umpired first game but it's fine. After that, someone made me walk the distance of two bus stops ++ just to end up taking a bus to Habourfront before heading back to RV in an empty 963! HAHAHA! Oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read my friend's blog and what she wrote made her hair stand. But it really means more than just words, to me. Nevermind, you wouldn't get it :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut the long story short, I'm ecstatic Nanyang lost to RV today. Should have seen my smug look when I found out. Oh, there's PE &amp;amp; training tomorrow! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3322951574290207537?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3322951574290207537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3322951574290207537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3322951574290207537' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546131.post-3363359722577985842</id><published>2009-01-19T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:19:44.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's Baizura's birthday! So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY BAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Long time never talk to her. Miss all her shouts, that usually encourage me to play better on court and off court, she makes everything chaotic. In a good way of course. I hope I get to see her soon! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had 3 MSAs today - Maths, GP &amp;amp; Phys. I was exhausted by the time I finished GP paper but still, liFe had to suck even more because it was immediately Phys Paper after that. I'm disappointed with Maths, really. I could have done better. Or at least I could have completed the conjecture question if only I knew &lt;em&gt;f(n)&lt;/em&gt; was (n/2). I was so tempted to ask my friend the answer cause I knew she completed it already. I could have gotten 8-10 marks from that only. Instead, I think I'm only getting 2 out of a possible, 25 marks. I feel so ..... SPEECHLESS! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PE was just fantastic. I really like my PE teacher &amp;amp; I think he's the best! HAHAHA! I manage to run 3 rounds under 7 mins. I think that's record-breaking man. I can't wait for Wednesday's PE. &amp;amp; I'll be wearing .................... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After school, Cheups, Xiu &amp;amp; I went to KFC to discuss some stuff. Cheups ate a lot today! OH OH! I'm in TAF! CAN YOU EFFING BELIEVE IT??!! I'm &lt;strong&gt;0.2kg&lt;/strong&gt; overweight! I'm so sad! 200 grams only! I'd rather have taken my weight naked then! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh wells. Not in a mood to blog LIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH one more thing, I'm so looking forward to tomorrow and Wednesday. Tomorrow, cause I have umpiring assignment and it's my first Zonals game of 2009 &amp;amp; Wednesday, cause I have training and I miss my team mates already. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to study for Chem LIAO! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BYE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546131-3363359722577985842?l=hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3363359722577985842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546131/posts/default/3363359722577985842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiddenwhispers.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3363359722577985842' title=''/><author><name>Fir3gErL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hf-EpjYfHTY/SZaKy_s6lRI/AAAAAAAAARo/9psxk200jGo/S220/abP2911080003.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
