<?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-8466870</id><updated>2011-05-06T14:05:14.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DigitalFortress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116390328406548563</id><published>2006-11-19T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:28:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at SEVEN today, after sleeping at three.&lt;br /&gt;well actually i didn't want to sleep but somehow i happened to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met emyza in the morning and we left for BISHAN amphitheatre.&lt;br /&gt;took some weird bus combi to get there.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we ran the whatever and wherever.&lt;br /&gt;guess. what. sixth out of 229 nine participants.&lt;br /&gt;and someore all ages, which meant that there were ite mats, bengs, sprinters from ri, and p.e teachers.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE CAME IN SIXTH. kajsdfjifi jfjid *rantrant&lt;br /&gt;at about 5.30 before collecting our PRIZE there was this ruckus about goodie bags.&lt;br /&gt;it was like super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;some of them were like : i am as seniors citizens.&lt;br /&gt;adding the S behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;and the poor woman trying hard to contain the fat guy.&lt;br /&gt;they had to confine the prize tent with string.&lt;br /&gt;but still, he was pressing so hard that his tummy overlapped.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the prize was a whole lot of allswell and redbull products, cameras, and HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE/FAT checkers!&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i wanna be a professional marathon runner.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to ljs for dinner, and i saw emyza's you-know-what-but-not-yet-or-smth-like-that.&lt;br /&gt;by then i was dozing off, and in the bus the whole second deck was filled with FIERCE FIERCE gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;*did a few things but shall not elaborate*&lt;br /&gt;which prompted emyza to say : you got nothing better to do arrr? groans with head in hand.&lt;br /&gt;:what? i was just looking for trouble? *innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm still high because. MAN U WON, ARSENAL AND LIVERPOOL DREW. &lt;br /&gt;and chelsea won (but that can't be helped)&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. goooooooday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116390328406548563?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116390328406548563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=116390328406548563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116390328406548563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116390328406548563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/11/woke-up-at-seven-today-after-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116377335923180910</id><published>2006-11-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:22:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever been to changi beach at night?&lt;br /&gt;the air is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;and the stars..&lt;br /&gt;haha, why the hell am i talking like this.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, point is, it's nice to have a bit of serenity once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that just now.&lt;br /&gt;and OH. i love life. olvl's ended YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;if only wei liang came back.&lt;br /&gt;life would FINALLY be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116377335923180910?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116377335923180910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=116377335923180910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116377335923180910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116377335923180910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you-ever-been-to-changi-beach-at.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116358485286880662</id><published>2006-11-15T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:00:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>match tmr against lk.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i'm missing wei liang terribly,&lt;br /&gt;and it's only been two days.&lt;br /&gt;and only GOD would know what my holidays would be like without him.&lt;br /&gt;-shudders.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116358485286880662?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116261836215474186</id><published>2006-11-04T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:32:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dota dota dota.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;and bridging sucks.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempers, tempers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116261836215474186?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116261836215474186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=116261836215474186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116261836215474186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116261836215474186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/11/dota-dota-dota.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116212436076862508</id><published>2006-10-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:27:35.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cik rokiah passed on yesterday at ten.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its funny that even the most distant people have a place deep down in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;i remember going to her house and feeding the chickens with corn.&lt;br /&gt;and she would just smile.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all those small conversations.&lt;br /&gt;and climbing through her windows.&lt;br /&gt;those were the good days.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes remembering these things makes one want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;which was exactly what happened at the funeral, when my mother burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes these things come too late. and we just have these thoughts to remember one by.&lt;br /&gt;but we should remember them well, because that's what makes up the fabric of our childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If the sky that we look upon&lt;br /&gt;Should tumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;And the mountain should crumble to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, i won't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116212436076862508?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116212436076862508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=116212436076862508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116212436076862508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116212436076862508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/10/cik-rokiah-passed-on-yesterday-at-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116118135187331081</id><published>2006-10-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:22:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging!&lt;br /&gt;after doing several things which i thought MIGHT cure LIFE-itis.&lt;br /&gt;for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;reading yet another of my gay books..(step on it CUPID.)&lt;br /&gt;and SLEEPING as a result.&lt;br /&gt;listening to jay chou...(YEAH HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;and TRYING TO LEARN the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;reading random websites on how to play dota..&lt;br /&gt;and WHY THE HELL IS IT SO POPULAR.&lt;br /&gt;singing to myself.. ( wo song ni li kai..)&lt;br /&gt;and then blame my INABILITY to get the high pitches to HAZE. (actually lack of water, but nvm.)&lt;br /&gt;wondering why the hell i flunked BIO.. ( hmm, why did i flunk bio.)&lt;br /&gt;then REALISING that it was due to my wonderful ''inclination'' to STUDY.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----*paragraphing.*----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;came to school in the morning, addicted to qian li zhi wai.&lt;br /&gt;irritated the shit out of everyone by singing the chorus over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to discovery centre which is "OH SO FRIGGING COOL AND HAS A 3D CINEMA AND ALL THE PIZZA SHOPS ARE REALLY COOL TOO BLAHBLAHBLAH."&lt;br /&gt;but to be fair the 3D show was nice.&lt;br /&gt;after we came back, i went home. and emyza followed.&lt;br /&gt;took my jersey and left.&lt;br /&gt;then in the express vs normal match i played for normal. &lt;br /&gt;scored two, but wasn't really too happy coz' we lost eh?&lt;br /&gt;but EXPRESS won. and i'm an express student.&lt;br /&gt;and now i know how rooney feels when man u loses to everton, which of course, will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;after that went home and collapsed on the bed after bathing.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;then, REFER TO ABOVE. IN ITALICS.&lt;br /&gt;that was WHAT I DID.&lt;br /&gt;got bored then swtiched on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;and OH. here beatrice the blogger who blogs(with pictures.).&lt;br /&gt;THIS PART IS FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beatrice is an amazingly sweet and wonderful young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;talking to beatrice is like finding that you lost ten ringgit, only to find a hundred dollar note.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was my secondary one classmate, for about five months?&lt;br /&gt;what a &lt;b&gt;PITY&lt;/b&gt;, that we couldn't spend one and a half more years together.&lt;br /&gt;*makes fake sad expression.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. (most commonly used word, other than "a", "the", "by", and a host of other words.")&lt;br /&gt;beatrice loves to put wonderful captions on her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;and one day i'm gonna be in a PICTURE WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i talked to beatrice today.&lt;br /&gt;and ALL the old feelings came back. (yeah yeah yeah..)&lt;br /&gt;i remember ALL THE GOOD TIMES. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and beatrice - wait a second, i'm getting BREAKING NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE / i just wanna stay with you says: (10:36:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE / i just wanna stay with you says: (10:36:50 PM)&lt;br /&gt;PAST feelings? &lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE / i just wanna stay with you says: (10:36:56 PM)&lt;br /&gt;what you mean, PAST feelings?!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE / i just wanna stay with you says: (10:36:58 PM)&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i could write more erm. INTERESTING STUFF. but that would make her, put it simply, wanna KILL ME?&lt;br /&gt;hah, &lt;s&gt;and i'm too lazy&lt;/s&gt; wonderful girl, that beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just wrote for you a testimonial. hmm. (COPY PASTE TO FRIENDSTER.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SECTION FOR BEATRICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happens when boredom claims it's victims.&lt;br /&gt;what a post. *pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wo zhi dao wo men dou mei you cuo&lt;br /&gt;zhi shi fang shou hui bi jiao hao guo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how do you make a "smiling person crying" EMOTICON.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. if there was one. then here it is.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116118135187331081?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116118135187331081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=116118135187331081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116118135187331081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116118135187331081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-blogging-after-doing-several-things.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-116056927512358965</id><published>2006-10-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:21:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we lost 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;and we scored the first goal.&lt;br /&gt;then, after irfan got injured, and ufc started screaming at us to sub him,&lt;br /&gt;he still didn't want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;then he missed a clearance. and to make up for it,&lt;br /&gt;HE GRABBED JOE'S LEG.&lt;br /&gt;so penalty, dwayne scores and the confidence of the boroughton players are gone.&lt;br /&gt;then hearul trips over sing hong, and in a fit of anger, sing hong KICKS him.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, then everyone's kinda scared, including me. &lt;br /&gt;of course he apologised, but the adrenalin and fear's still there.&lt;br /&gt;so in the moments after hearul got kicked ufc scored because everyone was too scared to tackle.&lt;br /&gt;what to do, we were fasting.&lt;br /&gt;so at about 60 mins hearul and emyza came off.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to chase, so ufc took the game to us and scored two more.&lt;br /&gt;of course, these aren't excuses.&lt;br /&gt;they won fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that. we could have played a better game.&lt;br /&gt;we hit the post THREE times dammit.&lt;br /&gt;and so yah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;disappointment kills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-116056927512358965?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/116056927512358965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=116056927512358965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116056927512358965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/116056927512358965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-lost-4-1.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115850138904905922</id><published>2006-09-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:56:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah this morning had some running competition at elias.&lt;br /&gt;for all ages, and i'm bloody tired now la.&lt;br /&gt;got second, and i won about $150 worth of prizes.&lt;br /&gt;need i mention that it was all in the form of SOAP AND DRINKS.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. anyway its seems like some asshewle has posed as me on khairunisa's blog.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway, that's all, i think i'm gonna collapse or smth.&lt;br /&gt;to anonymous on my tagboard : i do love making friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115850138904905922?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115850138904905922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115850138904905922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115850138904905922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115850138904905922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/09/wah-this-morning-had-some-running.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115832533245349219</id><published>2006-09-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:02:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday the day was near perfect.&lt;br /&gt;left school early, skipped bio for some malay competition which i was informed about at THE LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got first place.&lt;br /&gt;but the main objective which was to "foster bonds amongst malays at other schools and increase the standard of malay" WAS ACHIEVED.&lt;br /&gt;haha, yes right, right. &lt;br /&gt;so well, i tried my very best to be irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i leave impressions on other people, for example ZULfadhli, who was my higher mother tongue classmate for three months in sec one.&lt;br /&gt;he BLOGGED about me.&lt;br /&gt;like i'm honoured la, so i shall return the favour by doing a thing i call "mutual blogging."&lt;br /&gt;tskk, and luckily i wanted to drop hmt, or else imagine being in the same room as the BLACKER-blackie for a few hours each week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure zul is also another nice person eh? really macho dude, like him alot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;*shudders at the thought.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which, by the way, how can someone lose a competition on PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean like for an outcast who almost got whacked by farah, WAH STANDERD AH KHAI. memang fierce. fierce betol, tu baru bdk dier EHH aku lang ko dulu.&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU ON TUESDAY AT MALAY K. =D you can call me names all you want there, if you dare la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and goodluck in trying to get higher in standard than me wokeh? *laugh&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i won, which generally means best in east zone. zzz OF ALL THE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;getting the prize on monday.&lt;br /&gt;some acrylic/glass trophy and a scrabble set. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's enough, there are more things to life than malay scrabble, blackie girl gangsters, and macho men.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;au revoir for now darlings! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115832533245349219?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115832533245349219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115832533245349219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115832533245349219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115832533245349219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-day-was-near-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115789352294177573</id><published>2006-09-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:11:58.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a marvellous past two days.&lt;br /&gt;in which we only got two or three hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;on saturday morning, met emyza at 12 in front of his chalet.&lt;br /&gt;then went to meet the rest of the team at 1.30 at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;took the trip to prcs, only to find out the opponents were huge 18, 19 year olds who were from loyang school team.&lt;br /&gt;so hearul was like : the last time, we got trashed 16-0, but that was before you guys joined.&lt;br /&gt;firstly we got thrashed 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;then just before half-time we scored one.&lt;br /&gt;after the break I SCORED ONE.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;was damn happy, but didn't show it lah.&lt;br /&gt;then EMYZA scored the equalizer. &lt;br /&gt;by then the gangster/soccer dudes were damn worked up la.&lt;br /&gt;they started playing rough, rizq and i got aimed at.&lt;br /&gt;then i scored the winning goal 10 minutes before the game ended.&lt;br /&gt;oh WOW. like damn happy la. TWO goals.&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the match, emyza followed me to my house, and i followed him to his.&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the chalet and met wei liang to go for the pasar malam at siglap.&lt;br /&gt;lepak lepak till 12 am in the morning.. then went to watch, MANCHESTER UNITED vs TOTTENHAM at wei kang's house till 3+.&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi back to the chalet and played burnout on the xbox till 8 o'clock. &lt;br /&gt;ended up swimming in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;checked out at TEN.&lt;br /&gt;went to emyza's house till 6 in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;met wei liang, had dinner, and HERE i am again, FINALLY, after 5-6 days of COMP-LESS-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/DSC01107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/320/DSC01107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, everyone's stressed out the the first half. akif shocked after missing 9289374833 opportunities.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/DSC01142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/DSC01142.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emyza's cousin. now if only i was white...&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/DSC01113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/320/DSC01113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were PRETTY zonked out after the match.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/DSC01141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/DSC01141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEPAK SIAL. emyza step fierce.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/DSC01144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/DSC01144.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPY TIME SHE COMES. credits to reuben for being an asshole and taking the pic.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all! BYE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"funny how we wait a lifetime, for moments like this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115789352294177573?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115789352294177573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115789352294177573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115789352294177573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115789352294177573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-marvellous-past-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115773394276622813</id><published>2006-09-09T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:45:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sl camp was EVENTFUL.&lt;br /&gt;but sooo many things happened, and i shall only elaborate on a few.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i was given the responsibility of taking care of the sec one autistic (next sebastian), NABIL.&lt;br /&gt;mostly the camp for me revolved around him, sebastian, and ms.cai la.&lt;br /&gt;but the most memorable was obviously CAPSIZING.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;we were kayaking, and our hero, NABIL doesn't even know where's his left and right.&lt;br /&gt;BANGED into illya and nadira.&lt;br /&gt;he screamed at them. then i shook my head. and SIGHED.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, if only i could make his voice now.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they sort of QUARRELED, and after kayaking away, our dear nabil decides to lean over.&lt;br /&gt;he falls in the water, and i try to catch him.&lt;br /&gt;and the grateful kid pulls me into the water also.&lt;br /&gt;now the kayak is still upright.&lt;br /&gt;BUT nabil tries to climb into it ANDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;it overturns.&lt;br /&gt;then i got really pissed and screamed : THATS ENOUGH LAA, like we need anymore.&lt;br /&gt;he laughed, " WHAT A GREAT ADVENTURE IT IS. "&lt;br /&gt;sigh, what temperature does blood boil at?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the instructors had to conduct rescue on him.&lt;br /&gt;so, the overturned the kayak and all while i carried nabil over to the other side, and CARRIED him into it.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn tedious la.&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back i was so freaked out that i didn't let him paddle anything.&lt;br /&gt;so he just sat there while i did all the work.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of everything?&lt;br /&gt;"WOW THAT WAS A LEARNING EXPERIENCE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH. and that's only 1/49 of the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had farewell night, and the seminar before that.&lt;br /&gt;now the other leadership groups know how much we love sebastian eh? (x&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;at the farewell night became the gay dance instructor, and i FORGOT my lines. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;so i paused and paused until i remembered, and i CAME OUT BEFORE THE CUE.&lt;br /&gt;ADHFLAHSJ LA.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i CAN'T SLEEP. my eyebags are hideous la.&lt;br /&gt;ask charmaine. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;GAHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115773394276622813?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115773394276622813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115773394276622813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115773394276622813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115773394276622813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/09/sl-camp-was-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115712449164782425</id><published>2006-09-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:28:11.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURES FROM TEACHER'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I KNOW ITS PRETTY OLD LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/2f1bscd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/2f1bscd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mdm.lydia, the best teacher i've ever had. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/846ascd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/846ascd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know she loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/e292scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/e292scd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely we seem to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/cbf0scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/cbf0scd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhuan shen li kai, fen chuo shuo bu chu lai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/4f5cscd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/200/4f5cscd.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on la, make fun of my hairless legs. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;BYE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115712449164782425?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115712449164782425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115712449164782425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115712449164782425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115712449164782425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-from-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115711386517949628</id><published>2006-09-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:31:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day was OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12, went to pray at 12.45.&lt;br /&gt;reached home and ate at kopitiam with wei liang, wei kang, and louis.&lt;br /&gt;then went jogging at about four, as there was no training today.&lt;br /&gt;it being TEACHER'S day. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;anyway saw kai chao with his two girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;actually i saw him 6 different times.&lt;br /&gt;each time the same question being posed,"HOW MANY ROUND ALREADY?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;saw the netballers bbq and KAK IM. (x&lt;br /&gt;did 16km and 12 X 200m sprints.&lt;br /&gt;then halfway i saw MS.CAI.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, freaked out la, even though i wasn't doing anything wrong by simply JOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;haha, so RAN away.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at about six + and watched shrek 2 after bathing.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm BLOGGING, later going to elias mall kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"life's GOOD."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115711386517949628?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115711386517949628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115711386517949628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115711386517949628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115711386517949628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115703874884641753</id><published>2006-08-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:00:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;warning, if you like ms cai, DO NOT read this post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so short..&lt;br /&gt;just a year ago, firdaus was typing : firstly, HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY to all who reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;today we were SUPPOSED to have aces day.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;as me and emyza walked to school, it was drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;and poor ms cai, she was like : oh, oh, you know, maybe it wont rain and we can hold the aces day workout.&lt;br /&gt;then it rained, HEAVILY.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;"but, but, mr.raj, maybe we can hold it in the alternative space, or in the hall? "&lt;br /&gt;boooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;so when mr raj made the announcement : there will be no aces day workout for sec 2's, 3's and 4's..&lt;br /&gt;my class WHOOPED and CHEERED.&lt;br /&gt;but the best part was so did all the other classes around us, and the problem was that ms.cai was on the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn sad la.&lt;br /&gt;so me and shawn shouted from class. NO MISS CAI! NO HIP HOP! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;as she went up the staircase, the sad trying to look happy face.&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the kentalness was that the poor sec 1's still had to go do it in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;so by then, it was about nine.&lt;br /&gt;e6 boys went on a rampage, going to each class and stealing food.&lt;br /&gt;COLIN got caught stealing from my class.&lt;br /&gt;from what i heard they chased him to the staircase and raped him silly in front of the sec 1's.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;after that WE went to disturb ms.cai in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;we went in and screamed, "KICKBALL CHANGE, KICKBALL CHANGE."&lt;br /&gt;she was damn distracted. and she couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;the way she stared at us. MELTS.&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway after that we were having the concert and all.&lt;br /&gt;she was acting oh so cute. smiling and laughing and jumping.&lt;br /&gt;okay now is where we take a break from ms.cai.&lt;br /&gt;so me, alex, tareq and emyza were sitting together.&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND. sharrmainnee leww xiaaa minnnx.&lt;br /&gt;refer to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/14619233"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/14619233&lt;/a&gt; for more details, add as friend if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/1600/artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7076/575/320/artwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was tickling her butt with the straw broom.&lt;br /&gt;FEW minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;alex : what's that smell? naim, you farted ah?&lt;br /&gt;me : NO.&lt;br /&gt;alex :what's that smell? damn stink sia?&lt;br /&gt;me : ermm, PEANUTS LA. (damn stupid ah)&lt;br /&gt;emyza : YA sia. damn stink.&lt;br /&gt;tareq : omg omg omg omg. *THIS IS WHERE he makes his exaggerated face* SHE WAS THE ONE RIGHT. HUH? YA? SHE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;me : wah, her fart smell like enter heaven sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to ms cai.&lt;br /&gt;we invited all the teachers to our class to received their TROPHY, WHICH we had bought for everyone BUT guess who.&lt;br /&gt;so all the teachers were in class getting the trophies one by one, and ms cai was SMILING and acting CUTEX as usual.&lt;br /&gt;so when everyone got alr, she was like:WHERE'S MINE. WHERE'S MINE. HAHAHEHEHOOHOOHEEHEEHAWWW.&lt;br /&gt;omi-GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;then if it was a cartoon, my class would be making cricket sounds.&lt;br /&gt;so there was this awkward silence/moment, while ms.cai was waiting for her trophy which never came.&lt;br /&gt;magnifcent.&lt;br /&gt;"oh it's okay maybe they forgot to buy one for me...HAHAHEHEHOOHOOHEEHEEHAWWW."&lt;br /&gt;the look on her face as she left the class?&lt;br /&gt;priceless.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115703874884641753?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115703874884641753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115703874884641753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115703874884641753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115703874884641753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/warning-if-you-like-ms-cai-do-not-read.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115693596431237645</id><published>2006-08-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:06:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T I FEEL happy.&lt;br /&gt;oh YAR. coz they cancelled badminton training.&lt;br /&gt;then i had this desirable urge to go whack smth with my racket,&lt;br /&gt;so asked noel to go get a shuttlecock from the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;just started playing in the hall with emyza,&lt;br /&gt;then shane played but after one whack he sat down(with the racket behind his back).&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "whyyy, pangseh sia."&lt;br /&gt;then apparently mr.gng was scolding me, haha, and i din even realise LA.&lt;br /&gt;omg, must be the "POST EXAM BLUES."&lt;br /&gt;so went down and played on grass, nicholas and galvin played also.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas can lob damn well ahh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after that went to central with EMYZA.&lt;br /&gt;who gave me a lecture about tongue piercings.&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh, so went home and bathed, and i'm here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so mlm ni nk lepak ke main BADMINTON?" (omg. that sounded so kental. should change the badminton to BOLA.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115693596431237645?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115693596431237645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115693596431237645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115693596431237645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115693596431237645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115677434421546405</id><published>2006-08-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:12:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sigh, how can you NOT love roxane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : how can you LOSE a chocolate&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: I TWAS LIKE.. JUST IN MY HAND&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: and then&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: now.. it's gone&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : oh wow&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : maybe your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pet rock&lt;/span&gt; ate it or smth, yknow&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: omg, wait, i'll go retrace my steps&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : hahaha&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : wth&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: oh&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: i think i finished eating it by th time i got t th com&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : omg, roxane i cant believe you just said that&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;`08°  says:&lt;br /&gt;then... moments later&lt;br /&gt;`08°  says:&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : oh wow, roxane's my idol, i wanna be like roxane&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : eh brb, i go get a choclate&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: see, everybody wants chocolate&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : hahaha&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : wth&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : ITS NOT HERE&lt;br /&gt;`08°??™ : hHOWWW ROXANE HOWWW&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: LOL&lt;br /&gt;roxy7: SHUT UP NAIM!\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahaha.anyway had a pretty good day today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;exams were a breeze, after that went to tampines to collect my racket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which COULDN'T be restringed coz of some crappy crack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i got my 152 dollar one just now and i hyperventilated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home, and im addicted to short post blogging now. SIGH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"can i just have one more moondance with you, my LOVER."&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/8466870-115677434421546405?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115677434421546405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115677434421546405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115677434421546405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115677434421546405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh-how-can-you-not-love-roxane.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115668316984182028</id><published>2006-08-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:52:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished watching 50 first dates today, it was touching.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, he makes her love him EVERY morning?&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm too tired to blog more, so i shall just say bye.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's happened TOO many times."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115668316984182028?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115668316984182028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115668316984182028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115668316984182028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115668316984182028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-finished-watching-50-first-dates.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115650056640379772</id><published>2006-08-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:09:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday lepak at blk 361 tampines till 3.&lt;br /&gt;then today poa test everything cannot function, but i still think i'll be able to get an a1, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;it was the same for a maths.&lt;br /&gt;these few days i've been EXTREMELY happy.&lt;br /&gt;those who know me know whyy. (:&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. and exams next week, and holidays after that, what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;manchester united are breezing past their opponents like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;chelsea LOST.&lt;br /&gt;badminton training is GREAT. getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;all my teachers are perfectly fine with me. my files are in order.&lt;br /&gt;i love my class.&lt;br /&gt;now just that step i have to take, and i'm HALFWAY there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and i say to myself, what a BEAUTIFUL world!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115650056640379772?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115650056640379772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115650056640379772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115650056640379772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115650056640379772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-lepak-at-blk-361-tampines.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115616655746208803</id><published>2006-08-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:22:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so now i'm back from training, bathed and all i can finally BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;haha, of course it's not so much of a necessary thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny the way some things end, in particular, relationships.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny the way you think something can last for so long.&lt;br /&gt;and yet - just a while.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway not to dwell on that crappy incident,&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy with my life now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's actually like fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;i practically don't have any leisure time la.&lt;br /&gt;mondays to saturdays there's club training.&lt;br /&gt;with the exception of wednesday, when there's badminton.&lt;br /&gt;then on thursdays and sundays there's a maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;in the time i'm not doing any of those stuffs, i'm busy catching up with HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;sing hong and nicholas are good influences on me.&lt;br /&gt;in the small time have for myself, i'm on msn, but even then there's stuff at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, got it off now.&lt;br /&gt;bye. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115616655746208803?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115616655746208803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115616655746208803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115616655746208803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115616655746208803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-so-now-im-back-from-training.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115599982720244216</id><published>2006-08-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:03:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday wasn't as bad as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;so left school at 12++ with onnisa and returned at 2.&lt;br /&gt;reached anglican high.&lt;br /&gt;sat down with siti, roxane, gloria.&lt;br /&gt;there was this fly on the boy in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;so the dude in front talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;until three thirty. &lt;br /&gt;SEBASTIAN brought his dvd player in, what a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;some people are soo intellegent.&lt;br /&gt;break time, the food sucked. but the brown thing was nice.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the break we all started to get a little rest less.&lt;br /&gt;me and gloria started to draw stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to POSE roxane.&lt;br /&gt;apparently im still not good enough, but i shall keep on trying. (:&lt;br /&gt;after the dumb thing ended we walked out.&lt;br /&gt;i think sebastian accompanied the girls to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;*i love his tender laugh. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;valerie and gloria were playing with sand while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;walked to the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;then the rest went home, we THE VICE-PRESIDENTS (x wanted to go to simpang bedok.&lt;br /&gt;roxane discovered that the walk there is faster than the walk to the mrt. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;so waited for the bus and reached there in two stops. &lt;br /&gt;at the table while waiting for the food siti was surprised that my mom's chinese, oh what news, i call my sister jie.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;after that left for home by mrt, said goodbye to gloria sayang and siti at the interchange. went home and did homework.&lt;br /&gt;today was a pretty ordinary day. mostly slacked around.&lt;br /&gt;oh its FREAKING BORING la.&lt;br /&gt;what gloomy weather. ):&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'm happy. even though there's no reason to.&lt;br /&gt;wait, there is.&lt;br /&gt;IM SUPPOSED TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115599982720244216?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115599982720244216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115599982720244216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115599982720244216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115599982720244216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-wasnt-as-bad-as-i-expected_19.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115573653791234854</id><published>2006-08-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:55:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well it looks like darling jeremy has been proven right AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;but i so have to copy paste this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz' just now i forgot to mention :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;BUDDEn&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;she come in aft tt&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;then we all the class boys scold bak hon&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;moment of our lives&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;then mrs chan was so happy la&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;she said that she was touched&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEY&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;why was she sad?&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;coz YOUR CLASS LA&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAYOH&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;what what what!&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;actually is mine, but she loves my class boys&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;she was touched by jonathan hawe also&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL but what did ur class do&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;sra la stupid fuckers were caught cheating&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;ure one of the six who were save meh?!?&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;and and, u havent take pictures with me&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;my super ex bf&lt;br /&gt;MAINE! says:&lt;br /&gt;ignoring me!&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;u dunno meh&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;eh where got&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;my darling ex gf ah you ignoring ME&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one who posted AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;`08° call me captain baby. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog abt this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where jeremy gets to say my blog is unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy : YOUR BLOG IS UNSAFE. ahhh. irritating ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115573653791234854?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115573653791234854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115573653791234854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115573653791234854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115573653791234854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-it-looks-like-darling-jeremy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115573203273494889</id><published>2006-08-16T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:46:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"LOB! SMASH! TRAP! FOOTWORK!"&lt;br /&gt;badminton training today went fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;actually VERY well.&lt;br /&gt;it was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, shan't say why though. (;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a REAL honour.&lt;br /&gt;so all through training, a very DEVOTED emyza was waiting for his maria. (i think i'm allowed to talk about it now.)&lt;br /&gt;then after that he SENT HER HOME.&lt;br /&gt;after that i wanted to go home, halfway walking to the interchange, then suri called and asked me to meet him at central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a certain very nice person called KAKAK imaniah. and her two trusty ADEQ2 , were walking behind me.&lt;br /&gt;walk behind okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very nice KAKAK im ask me to wait for them.&lt;br /&gt;and the very nice KAKAK im asked me if i was going home.&lt;br /&gt;at this point i was honoured because it had been like 4 months, the last time i talked for more then 5 minutes with the super super nice KAKAK im.&lt;br /&gt;then blahblahblah, walked and walked, and i was BEING ACCUSED of being ANTI-SOCIAL.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah well, i agree to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;anyway saw sing hong, our resident romeo.&lt;br /&gt;just finished sending phebe home, like so sweet lah.&lt;br /&gt;so said goodbye to the very nice KAKAK imaniah and the ADEQ square.&lt;br /&gt;took 358 to central, met suri then waited for zayd, lepak2 a while then left at eight.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am blogging. and i don't know if i should be high coz of that SOMETHING at training.&lt;br /&gt;OR. low coz of being accused of being ANTI-SOCIAL.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. WELL. i should be HIGH. coz' i'm NICE, i really am. (x&lt;br /&gt;haha, and also the good outweighs the bad.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. BYEE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115573203273494889?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115573203273494889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115573203273494889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115573203273494889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115573203273494889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/lob-smash-trap-footwork-badminton.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115546301578426854</id><published>2006-08-13T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:56:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, now i guess it's my turn to say : JEALOUSLY KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;haha, actually not really, but it makes HIM happy to hear me say that.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm just really happy for the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope it isn't just some short fling for them and that it LASTS.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sounding gay.&lt;br /&gt;and OH. i think i'm becoming gay too.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY STOP ME.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went biking with emyza, rizq, hearul, and irfz.&lt;br /&gt;cycled on the HIGHWAY. it was damn fun lah can.&lt;br /&gt;went screaming like we were high after filtering and being horned at by cars.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then after reaching home i was so tired out i SLEPT at nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like in my primary school compositions, i shall end this post by saying :&lt;br /&gt;"we all went home, tired but happy."&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115546301578426854?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115546301578426854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115546301578426854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115546301578426854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115546301578426854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-now-i-guess-its-my-turn-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115504701675091555</id><published>2006-08-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:23:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i marvel at my own defiance. and i love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she was scolding me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom: eat and exercise become brains or become shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : shit la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : wah, someone know how to answer back already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : nonsense la, eat of course become shit where got become brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : so you very intellegent now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : no, but if i eat the food goes down and not up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : your siblings all out side, don't need to live in this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : we can ask them to confirm now if you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : no, you're very rude, that's all i can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at that i give her a sweet smile which makes her furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : ARGH. we're not your parents, you can go live outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : we can go for dna test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 15 minutes later * i check the clock you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : all you do is CHAT, go JOGGING, EAT, SLEEP. NEVER STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : then you only work eat and sleep what, even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : EH DON'T ANSWER BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : whaat. at least i exercise and don't grow fat like some crouch potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom*apparently at a loss of what to say : but then become black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : wah my own mom turning racist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : SHUT UP LA. i bet you haven't even done your a maths homework. later wait your teacher come then panic. *mimics panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : fooyoh. I HAVEN'T DO YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually done already, just irritating her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : you SEE. i know you like the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : im playing with you ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : WAH  i scolding you can play ah. and i knew that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : actually im not playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom : twist and turn your words, no ONE will trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i never ask you to trust me what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always end up laughing after she scolds me. or for that matter, anyone who scolds me, as long as i'm not in the wrong, or in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 3e6 loves their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;co-form : TOTAL SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e6 : ROARS WITH LAUGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. thinking about it makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth : yo chan chan girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs chan : yes fatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth : that wasn't very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs chan : yes, but for fatties like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth : oh so you want to start a verbal war..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs chan*cuts in : i wish you'd shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth : HAHA. you've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs chan : no spare tire, i wanna teach my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*most of the time we'll be on her side la, but it's always pretty amusing to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr cohen : okay guys, settle down and keep quiet, or i wont start my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e6 : *continues to be rowdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr cohen : anyways lets not waste time so let me start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently everyday must at least have one person from my class to stand in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly when i think about it, i have a pretty happy life. and why should i be brooding over anything. recalling these incidents make me high. i LOVE my life. and it shouldn't change for anything but the better. thank god. so for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115504701675091555?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115504701675091555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115504701675091555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115504701675091555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115504701675091555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-marvel-at-my-own-defiance.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115331819501276020</id><published>2006-07-19T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:09:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we WON.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. not really a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;but we were without leonard okay.&lt;br /&gt;so at abt 9 it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;then me being the pessimistic one started to go all emo and shit.&lt;br /&gt;miss cai was high. she walked in and said : i'll see you guys at the pitch at 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;and she called me smart yesterday. something is terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so at about 3.30 i got everyone high by listening to HIPS DON'T LIE.&lt;br /&gt;we screamed into the field. went to draw lots.&lt;br /&gt;first match we breezed against n2.&lt;br /&gt;3e5 boys got knocked out by e3.. it was kind of a shock.&lt;br /&gt;then.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;we beat e3 and went to the final.&lt;br /&gt;there was this big ruckus going out coz of the refereeing in the e4-t1 match.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas heng act punk.&lt;br /&gt;there was this big fight.&lt;br /&gt;t1 played fucking hell dirty.&lt;br /&gt;punched here slide there studs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;then miss cai went to aloysif and blahblah.. tried to console him and all.&lt;br /&gt;samuel was whacked.&lt;br /&gt;so after all the crap, we faced t1 one in the final.&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't touch us - it was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;haha. we were owning, nicholas tackles were perfect, and the long balls to jeremy and ben were spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;could have scored loads of times in the match.&lt;br /&gt;but i rather howlian and entertain the crowd. (x&lt;br /&gt;big pai seh. somehow i think scoring wouldn't be as satisfying as the pot of goal over sivaraj, aloysif, and fatin.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got three pairs of boots in my feet after dribbling through their midfield. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;so it was over, miss cai left after we scored, she din wanna watch us win. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;our keeper got the ball rolling towards him only TWICE in the whole tournament.&lt;br /&gt;we had the best attack, the only team to win all matches in normal time, and the highest scoring.&lt;br /&gt;idiotic jeremy was the top scorer.&lt;br /&gt;i assisted every single goal and i don't even have one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. it's a team effort. you don't see zidane scoring in every match.&lt;br /&gt;heh.  :P&lt;br /&gt;e5 won the girls interclass.&lt;br /&gt;e6 got knocked out in the first round.&lt;br /&gt;after coming home, bathed, and went out again.&lt;br /&gt;wan got a 299 predator. some people are soo lucky. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;quite a satisfactory day anyway, medals tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choose showing off for the crowd OVER scoring. 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title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115210674045800352</id><published>2006-07-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:50:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. today was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;the hours practically crawled by.&lt;br /&gt;anticipating the bio and poa test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;my leg's better, i can walk now and kick stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;but there's still that throbbing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;should be able to heal by interclass, then there's the match against home united on saturday YAY.&lt;br /&gt;today stayed back in school to watch the boroughton match, it was sad.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;that should be all. i'm doing chapter 8.1 on linear law in a maths.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. die la.&lt;br /&gt;later watching the match at kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ni kali kite ade dok. tk mo step main pt tempat kite ehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;trying to quit, trying to stop, it's getting harder, while i'm getting deeper. involved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and it has NOTHING to do with drug abuse or whatever you think okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115210674045800352?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115210674045800352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;i think i just made my leg worse.&lt;br /&gt;so instead of going training slacked at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;and those painkillers are bloody addictive.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;and there are some types of pain that painkillers can't kill.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ew.&lt;br /&gt;so emo la can.&lt;br /&gt;oh try to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115201676988608922?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115201676988608922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115201676988608922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115201676988608922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115201676988608922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloody-hell_04.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115193904827505868</id><published>2006-07-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:04:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. talking to fadhli.. skg bdk besar da step sehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;kau ape culture?&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;ambik dadah tepi longkang?&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;tak&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;aku tk main culture&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;eh kau pernah spend brape hari dlm lokap??&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;KBAGUS&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;bagus&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;jgn main culture&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;ar2 tk mo cm ko jubo&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;NANTI MACAM AKU RESULT MASUK LONGKANG&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;ko masok ke&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;masok lokap?&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;ar2&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;asl.. bile ko masok&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;dah 3 hari&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;naik boring dah busuk&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;jibai nye anarcho&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;nak step riot kena bantai terus panggil polis&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;eh ko btol2 ambik ganja ape?&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;ar2 asl&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;tk suke ke pe&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;ice, love..? eh ako tau bdk ite east simei jual mura&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;ingatkan ako tk tau org ke pe.. anwa kan?&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;ko main baju&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;budak anarchy ngan anarcho babi busuk&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;baju untuk ah beng ngan ah meng&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;makan taik ako nazi&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;tak main ah&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;kite main clan&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;culture jer&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;clan ngan culture&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;eh kau main band tak?&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;tk&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;buto band?&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;aku dulu pri sch main recorder pon tk le&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;bapak kau&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;budak sial tu izwan&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;eh kawan aku nyer bapak dulu 2nd rank dalam omega&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;BUDAK TECHWHY BODOH SIAL&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;makan jubo ako ah.. step kuat je bdk ko..&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;369 kenatal&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;omega mane2 pun ade&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;tapi tampines paling happening&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;tempat ako tk mo kacau siol&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt; le blah&lt;br /&gt;•™.::19[Fädh£!]91::.™• says:&lt;br /&gt;EH KO kambeng kann&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore                              everyone has their own sad story to tell. says:&lt;br /&gt;nak kene sebat ckp je ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh anyway sorry if you cant understand, you wouldn't want to anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115193904827505868?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115193904827505868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115193904827505868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115193904827505868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115193904827505868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115175621917608066</id><published>2006-07-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:18:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. i'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;my metarsal has rubbed or smth.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't play &lt;b&gt;competitive&lt;/b&gt; soccer for a WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my bio file.&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, farhan rejoined boroughton and apologised to me.&lt;br /&gt;i got into singapore combined schools. and NFA. (:&lt;br /&gt;so all i do is sit on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;even that has become boring.&lt;br /&gt;and some people just aren't the same anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;lena's gran passed away.&lt;br /&gt;today there was the carnival at pvp.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go. i CAN'T WALK REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;gahh, before that was a maths tuition. it was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't remember a single thing about linear law.&lt;br /&gt;then. tonight there's brazil vs france and portugal england.&lt;br /&gt;i can't go out to watch at central coz' then i confirm kene sebat.. with my leg and all.. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just try to fix the funny antenna thing. yea, that will do.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe read up on linear law.&lt;br /&gt;because i've got to right a few wrongs in my life atm.&lt;br /&gt;and i know i can right all but maybe one.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. that ELUSIVE one.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't control it's outcome.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115175621917608066?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115175621917608066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115175621917608066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115175621917608066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115175621917608066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115133058376446263</id><published>2006-06-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:04:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;first day of school.. alright.&lt;br /&gt;had to endure a whole day of people asking me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh, you quit boroughton ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh, join my club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you join ufc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the non-soccer related question. " did you masturbate eleven times in a row and faint?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. it's getting tiring la. but who cares. i mean kelly doesn't believe it. leonard doesn't. along with 233456 other people. but YEAH. i shall try to ignore. coz' i don't exactly have the face which says "MASTURBATIONAL FREAK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my holiday HOMEWORK!! :D&lt;br /&gt;mrs.chan praised me SIA.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. big deal naim.&lt;br /&gt;like you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irfan is nice. check out his pm. "Bye Bye Naim!!! May Your Life Be Better Leaving Boroughton!!!"&lt;br /&gt;aww. so sweet right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zulfaiz is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;any questions abt emyza&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;what are enzymes&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;i can ansr them&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;well done&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;enzymes are lke a lousy haired freak&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;for example,,,,emyza&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought enzymes are catalysts&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;emyza is an enzyme eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;this is my point&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;its my theory&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;so emyza is a highly specific catalyst?&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;to me enzymes are not catalysts&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;any other questions&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;errr&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;i take back all i say&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;why do you hate lousy haired freaks&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;emyza angry already&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;like emyza&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;sry to emyza&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;sry to emyza&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;sry to emyza&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;you are gay darling&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;actually im not&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;hes EVIL&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;believe that&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;EMYZA EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;i tell u smth that im sure of&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;i aint afaraid of EMYZA&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;YA SURE&lt;br /&gt;#08 - imperatore time to be eloquent yet once more, i'm a scholar, not a mat. says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever zul&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Enzymes says:&lt;br /&gt;ggtg bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, that was a dumb conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh ya. and eka wants me to blog about her so :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YA LAH EKA HERE HERE HERE. IM BLOGGING ABOUT YOU. YA YOU'RE THE NICEST PERSON ALIVE AND ALL. -__-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to her. "what could be better to blog about than eka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha. bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115133058376446263?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115133058376446263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115133058376446263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115133058376446263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115133058376446263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115089325098642889</id><published>2006-06-21T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:28:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i hate msn.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i love it more den i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that i hate is that people cant tell the way u talk.&lt;br /&gt;so if like, i wanna be sarcastic..&lt;br /&gt;i can't&lt;br /&gt;cos it will sound so..NICE.&lt;br /&gt;and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;so there is only little sarcasm left in that sarcastic remark.&lt;br /&gt;so don worry.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you when im being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;in an unsarcastic way..or so you thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.. got this from afiqah's profile.&lt;br /&gt;*refer to above.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the past week has been BORING.&lt;br /&gt;after the break.&lt;br /&gt;back to training, training.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TRAINING. *sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;today we played at temasek poly.&lt;br /&gt;coughs, im sick.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;should have gone for the band concert.&lt;br /&gt;coz now im sitting at home, body aching, and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh wells.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. and mud got into my eye. stuck between my contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh pain pain.&lt;br /&gt;lena's gonna be in the newspaper for some award.&lt;br /&gt;leaving for tournament in desaru tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, thinking about it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;someone. ( I HAVE A VERY GOOD IDEA WHO.) (:&lt;br /&gt;has been telling everyone.&lt;br /&gt;about SOMETHING i "did."(note the inverted commas.)&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;and FAINTED.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think you can substitute the "SOME's" with real words.&lt;br /&gt;and if you believe that SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;you're whacked too.&lt;br /&gt;if you even believed that in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;eleven times. and fainted somemore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;tell story at least make it feasible. ( feasible means believable btw. )&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;you gotta give a little leeway for crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. not crazy. just a LITTLE retarded. and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;like the field warden at mjc.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. just a little.&lt;br /&gt;runs in the family you know.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to zack and sugar : we're fucking gonna send you to the icu when we get hold of you.&lt;br /&gt;cari pasal tk hal2 sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i'm seeing people who actually should be singing in ktv lounges on singapore idol. in this case it's charmaine PELAEZ. paul and rahimah still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, it's not scientifically, logically, mentally, physically, and desirably possible to do THAT thing eleven times in a row my demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye until monday guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's when school starts. make eye contact alright?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115089325098642889?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115089325098642889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115089325098642889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115089325098642889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115089325098642889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-115000780050366380</id><published>2006-06-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:36:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap. blogger.com turned chinese.&lt;br /&gt;now i can't read a thing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hoping that after typing this i get the correct button.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;came back from kl two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;im missing it already.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, we came to school by seven then we left..&lt;br /&gt;ermm. the bus ride was really hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was crazy on the way.&lt;br /&gt;then we got JAMMED at the singapore quarters for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;after that it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;they switched on MI3 in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;valerie kept on doing her indian accent thing.&lt;br /&gt;and shun bear bear was really noisy at the back.&lt;br /&gt;roxane kept on dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the ones who were making the most noise were the PSL's and the prefects.&lt;br /&gt;the sports leaders were sleeping. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;met our tour guide for five days at the malaysian border. she was pretty sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;then we dropped at yong peng. and everyone started hyper-ventilating at cheap costs of the malboro red.        -__-"&lt;br /&gt;we took another four hours to get to the home.&lt;br /&gt;after we reached there.. got accustomed to the living quarters blahblah..&lt;br /&gt;then. we went to visit all the franciscan centres and all.&lt;br /&gt;by then i wasn't really in the mood. just sat there and stared while everyone went crazy cam-whoring. (what. it was THAT time of the month.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i look really bad in those pictures. EW.&lt;br /&gt;after we came back to the home, played soccer with johanis and the rest, some local who played for petaling jaya.&lt;br /&gt;the place blacked out coz the ball hit the switch. SHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day, we had to start work.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to batu arang, coz i had to switch groups.&lt;br /&gt;during the bus ride there i got to know the indian kids who lived at the home.&lt;br /&gt;one of them was some big time gangster of P.J old town.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;they got rather close to me and sellick.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, we had to paint the fence or smth.&lt;br /&gt;took another 3-4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;after that we returned.&lt;br /&gt;and they brought us to SUNWAY PYRAMID.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. cool.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. sellick and i decided to bring along two of our newly made indian friends, justin and roberto along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=12032874&amp;pid=297441714#6"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=12032874&amp;amp;pid=297441714#6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(justin's the one pointing the middle finger with me and roberto's the one with the towel over his head.)&lt;br /&gt;treated them to like $989384 ringgit worth of food.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that we returned and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;did mostly the same things luhh.&lt;br /&gt;we discovered that mani had this infatuated with nadia.&lt;br /&gt;we were all laughing our asses off la.&lt;br /&gt;it was really comical, the way he reacted when he found out that she knew.&lt;br /&gt;then he went . "i do naht knoh haww but you betta get the email ardrest for me. secredtly."&lt;br /&gt;then to sellick he said " i vill kaat his kack."&lt;br /&gt;the HIS is referring to me.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;got my whole shirt stained with paint.&lt;br /&gt;at night we went to some other shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;where there were selling FAKE SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;me and sellick almost bought a fake nike air zoom for 30 ringgit. but. wth.&lt;br /&gt;auntie rozie told us that there would be cheaper stuff at petaling street. we just listened.&lt;br /&gt;so at night we went back to the center.&lt;br /&gt;played carrom with the kids and there were pleading with us not to leave. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day four.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll admit. i CRIED. alot.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if group C, who spent all that time with the old folks cried, what about me and sellick?&lt;br /&gt;we spent about 80% of the time at P.J with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;and they were grabbing onto our hands, saying "please, please, just another two more weeks."&lt;br /&gt;then actually sellick and i had already made up our minds on not shedding any tears on the night of day three.&lt;br /&gt;but when twelve year old roberto cracked in his voice, and big time gangster raja told us to stay longer we couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;if some of them have the group photos, you can see my teary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;then as we left, we could see THEM with watery eyes.&lt;br /&gt;boys do cry. me and sellick kinda sobbed all the way to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;at the istana, everyone was so happy, camwhoring all the time.&lt;br /&gt;we just sat and talked about our time there.&lt;br /&gt;fuck. and i finished two packets of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;after a while, we knew that we had to forget about it sometime, so when they dropped us at the shopping centre we simply ate in silence, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to parkson grand, i bought a collar shirt for 15 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the expression on colin's face when he found out the cost.&lt;br /&gt;we passed by the kuala lumpur parliament thing.&lt;br /&gt;and the klcc. and the kl tower. it's really cool to get to see it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;at about 5, they checked us into our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;then i had no other shirts.&lt;br /&gt;so i wore the collar shirt that i bought.&lt;br /&gt;and colin turned goth/punk.&lt;br /&gt;you can see the pictures on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=12032874&amp;pid=297441714"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=12032874&amp;amp;pid=297441714&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. it's bad to play with makeup.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the pasar malam/chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;and that was the amazing place that we had saved up our money for the whole trip for.&lt;br /&gt;there was an INCREDIBLE number of fake goods.&lt;br /&gt;i got lots of wonderful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DARK SIDE OF KL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;as we got down from the bus.&lt;br /&gt;this malay dude asked me. in malay obviously&lt;br /&gt;him:you wanna watch blue films?&lt;br /&gt;me:oh sure, what type.&lt;br /&gt;him: *pulls me to one side and takes out list. *points. malay, chinese, indian, gay, lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i was on the verge of saying that i wanted the gay one. but then i saw the malay list. whoa. siti nurhaliza. on the chinese there was zhang ziyi. WTH. for indian there was aishwarya rai. obviously all fake la. then i saw the price. 110 rm. FORGET IT LA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we continued.&lt;br /&gt;i was sick of waiting for everyone to bargain slowly.&lt;br /&gt;so then i was walking. as i reached the end of the pasar malam, i was approached by a P.I.M.P.&lt;br /&gt;then we had a really weird conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chinese accented malay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him:you want girl?&lt;br /&gt;me: how much.&lt;br /&gt;him: sixty ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;me:*walks off.&lt;br /&gt;him: forty ringgit for you sir.&lt;br /&gt;me: how long.&lt;br /&gt;him: one night, very good bargain.&lt;br /&gt;me: no time ah. im with my teachers. *walks off.&lt;br /&gt;him: special price for you sir?&lt;br /&gt;me: seriously, i got no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. then they were all teasing me on the way back, which was by mrt, or some railway thing. wth.&lt;br /&gt;the hotel stay was magnarific.&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun. but i'm too lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next miserable morning. sighs. had to pack up to LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;but the breakfast rocked.&lt;br /&gt;first went to the st paul's church at malacca.&lt;br /&gt;then over to this street where some people bought portuguese pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;but i bought freaking chendol.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. dumb dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;then we left for singapore, watched big momma's house 2 in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time people were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;but they got hyped up again in the bus when we crossed the singapore border.&lt;br /&gt;i was still moaning coz it was the second time i had had to say goodbye to the people i had gotten attached to in two days. auntie rozie and the indian kids.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;reached school, colin's mom sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only seems like yesterday when we met in the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun and i'll miss that trip and the people who went, namely colin, sellick, roxane, gloria, siti, jian, valerie, charmaine, shar, jem, sean, the kids, auntie rozie, koon, khye an, shermine, the teachers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i'm tearing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-115000780050366380?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/115000780050366380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=115000780050366380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115000780050366380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/115000780050366380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114924598454016989</id><published>2006-06-02T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:59:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.&lt;br /&gt;what i don't get is.&lt;br /&gt;why people wanna donate money.&lt;br /&gt;to paul twohill.&lt;br /&gt;who is (you do understand this right?) gonna be richer than you, me, and uncle.ramu the security guard put together in a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;why not the orphans.&lt;br /&gt;they need food.&lt;br /&gt;why not the tsunami victims?&lt;br /&gt;but nooo. just coz' some rocker doesn't have a camera. must donate.&lt;br /&gt;GAH. i can't get this out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;FORGET*FORGET*FORGET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114924598454016989?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114924598454016989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114924598454016989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114924598454016989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114924598454016989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114917542461234305</id><published>2006-06-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:23:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i thought paul twohill was bad.&lt;br /&gt;that was until i saw the others performing.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. they're all singing cheesy songs which come from the pasar malam near white sands.&lt;br /&gt;so now i support paul.&lt;br /&gt;even though he looks err. exotic.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. paul all the way. even jonathan leong's below par.&lt;br /&gt;argh. singapore NO standard. either voice or looks. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i want the cowboy, model, or rapper to be my idol. really. then there would be a contest.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114917542461234305?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114917542461234305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114917542461234305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114917542461234305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114917542461234305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114917321599548615</id><published>2006-06-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:48:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a little background info.&lt;br /&gt;as my dp i put mr.twohill's fantastic pictures.&lt;br /&gt;for those who wanted a peek at what i put&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=9574405&amp;pid=283407483#12"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=9574405&amp;amp;pid=283407483#12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=9574405&amp;pid=283407483#32"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=9574405&amp;amp;pid=283407483#32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah says:&lt;br /&gt;my hair's short enuff&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah says:&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah says:&lt;br /&gt;i can get the paul hairdo&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;whaa-aat&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;have you seen his pictures&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah the girl melts when seeing the braced fuzzy haired guy. (= gaaaah says:&lt;br /&gt;yahhhh&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah the girl melts when seeing the braced fuzzy haired guy. (= gaaaah says:&lt;br /&gt;look at my nick!!!&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah the girl melts when seeing the braced fuzzy haired guy. (= gaaaah says:&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahahhaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;look at my dp&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah the girl melts when seeing the braced fuzzy haired guy. (= gaaaah says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah the girl melts when seeing the braced fuzzy haired guy. (= gaaaah says:&lt;br /&gt;shut up luh&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah the girl melts when seeing the braced fuzzy haired guy. (= gaaaah says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;you guys need a reminder&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;that there are people like janan who are still single&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;while dudes like this have ladies swooning all over them&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;hurhur&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;thats the thing&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;why janan?&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;cheh&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;coz janan's hot&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;alamak!&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;-ter than mr fuzzy hair bracey dude&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt have fuzzy hair!&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;but look at him in my dp&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont want&lt;br /&gt;`khairiah shut up says:&lt;br /&gt;its ugly there&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;#08 what happens when a girl falls in love with a braced-fuzzy-haired guy. says:&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo gonna blog about this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114917321599548615?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114917321599548615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114917321599548615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114917321599548615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114917321599548615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-background-info.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114915132873901218</id><published>2006-06-01T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:42:31.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my computer has been rebooted ten minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i have lost 20++GB of data.&lt;br /&gt;containing. SONGS. PICTURES. VIDEOS. GAMES. and &lt;b&gt;MESSAGE HISTORY.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thank you lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114915132873901218?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114915132873901218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114915132873901218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114915132873901218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114915132873901218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-computer-has-been-rebooted-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114914595846140981</id><published>2006-06-01T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:12:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i am so freaked out by that girl.&lt;br /&gt;she starts conversations wth me THREE times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;then after fifteen minutes. either i get pissed off. and don't understand WHAT she's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;her pictures are like BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;and she thinks she's NOT kawaii.&lt;br /&gt;"aku menyampah dengan bende tu ahs"&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;b&gt;RATHER&lt;/b&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;[03:15:01 PM] `sugarbelle.: huh? pe lu mepek sia&lt;br /&gt;[03:15:13 PM] `sugarbelle.: pe je&lt;br /&gt;[03:15:19 PM] `sugarbelle.: mepek sia&lt;br /&gt;[03:15:35 PM] `sugarbelle.: aku bkn step 'kawaii' pe bende tu sia.&lt;br /&gt;[03:07:04 PM] `sugarbelle.: ouhs bagoos khalaus bergitoos yah. baghuus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAAAAAAAT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not hard to see why i DON'T understand.&lt;br /&gt;bahasa pasar is a language on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;and she's BAD at both it, malay, AND english.&lt;br /&gt;blearghs. yet another language made up by teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03:07:04 PM] `sugarbelle.: sheeee yooo tooo annoother daeeeeeeeeeeeeee. gdbyessssssssssssssss.  (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[03:07:52 PM] #08         :  yar. whatever. bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know i'm rude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114914595846140981?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114914595846140981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114914595846140981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114914595846140981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114914595846140981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/06/eeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114899833499237861</id><published>2006-05-30T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:12:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wan says:chat ngan ako tadi&lt;br /&gt;wan says:dier minak ako spar&lt;br /&gt;#08                                           nerds turned emopunk. says:eh&lt;br /&gt;#08                                           nerds turned emopunk. says:ko nk back up tk&lt;br /&gt;wan says:bleh&lt;br /&gt;wan says:bsk ko turun ar&lt;br /&gt;#08                                           nerds turned emopunk. says:pape&lt;br /&gt;#08                                           nerds turned emopunk. says:haha&lt;br /&gt;#08                                           nerds turned emopunk. says:aku rase die bangseh ah.. bdk vs kan?&lt;br /&gt;wan says:jamal ngan 110 siao sume turun&lt;br /&gt;#08                                           nerds turned emopunk. says:asl die carik pasal ngan bdk kite..mati ah&lt;br /&gt;wan says:tk kisah.. bsok bwk bdk turon jerr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. victorian step punkheads. we'll be waiting tmr.&lt;br /&gt;loyang sec. 1030am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114899833499237861?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114899833499237861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114899833499237861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114899833499237861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114899833499237861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/wan-sayschat-ngan-ako-tadi-wan.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114847499680891013</id><published>2006-05-24T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:54:05.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the best days.&lt;br /&gt;soooo many good stuff happened today.&lt;br /&gt;firstly.&lt;br /&gt;IM sacked from my cca. now i can go join something else.&lt;br /&gt;secondly. I'M SL vice-president along with siti, gloria, and roxane.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY.&lt;br /&gt;i scored the "would have been winning goal".&lt;br /&gt;dumb laa. we already won. time had been called.&lt;br /&gt;lk : eh eh eh. add six minutes ah. injuries alot sia.&lt;br /&gt;boro : wtf.. lose already want to add time.&lt;br /&gt;lk : dunno how to play soccer ah.&lt;br /&gt;boro : who's leading.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then in the ADDED six minutes, they claim that there was a handball in the penalty area.&lt;br /&gt;and they got ANOTHER penalty.&lt;br /&gt;dammit la. no referee.&lt;br /&gt;they got two penalties.&lt;br /&gt;wee sheng kicked akif's DICK with his studs.&lt;br /&gt;akif lying down in pain. i screamed at the idiot who caused it.&lt;br /&gt;wahh, HE CALL GANG SIA.&lt;br /&gt;noob.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;let me elaborate on just now,&lt;br /&gt;ponned english.&lt;br /&gt;then mrs.chan caught me in the library.&lt;br /&gt;made me stay back.&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T PLAY THE FIRST HALF.&lt;br /&gt;so we were losing three-one.&lt;br /&gt;taufik scored from the halfway line.&lt;br /&gt;then najiy scored.&lt;br /&gt;3-3&lt;br /&gt;haikal : eh. why we losing ah.&lt;br /&gt;emyza : ask faris ah.&lt;br /&gt;haikal : *expletives.&lt;br /&gt;so we took a while to score one more.&lt;br /&gt;I SCORED. (:&lt;br /&gt;akif lobbed a ball to me and i volleyed.&lt;br /&gt;made fun of the "BEST PLAYER" sundalinho after scoring.&lt;br /&gt;life's good.&lt;br /&gt;but then, after the match ended.. they forced us to add 6 minutes. coz' of khairuddin diving and all.&lt;br /&gt;and they claimed that ignatius had a handball. through FORCE again.&lt;br /&gt;and faris scored.&lt;br /&gt;haha. well done guys.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. they had their best team. and we din have hariz and irfan. the STAR defenders.&lt;br /&gt;hearul, I, and ignatius were ALL off-form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eka-: okay k. i gtg&lt;br /&gt;eka-: nothing to do here ready&lt;br /&gt;eka-: byee!&lt;br /&gt;eka-: u played well today btw&lt;br /&gt;eka-: byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baik ah eka!&lt;br /&gt;lol? and i was off-form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. and. and. after the match.&lt;br /&gt;we went to macs.&lt;br /&gt;before leaving talked to siti and gloria for a while..&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;now ufc are fucking me up coz boroughton can't play on friday.&lt;br /&gt;the GREVIOUS injures LK put on HALF our players.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;if they couldn't beat us today, they won't ever beat us.&lt;br /&gt;our lousiest team versus their best.&lt;br /&gt;and they struggle.&lt;br /&gt;now munch on that&lt;strong&gt; "oh, we're all gonna support lk" 's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hehe. a fantastic end to a fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and fourthly. she smiled at me. again. (:&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/8466870-114847499680891013?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114847499680891013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114847499680891013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114847499680891013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114847499680891013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-best-days.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114839739245080417</id><published>2006-05-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:16:32.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mii hartxxs.. roxane mii deareshhht laooooooo puoooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;heex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;eeuu g0rtx see 0rr n0rrtx&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;ii shaiid eeuux n00rts miiex darrlinggx oreadiix lehx!&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;): miiex ha0x shaddiiex w0rx&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;eii shtill heartx y00&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;hehex okieex la0 g00ngx&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you roxan&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;roxane*&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you too naim! (bats eyelashes(&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;GASP GASP GASP&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;stead?&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehex&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;okiex!&lt;br /&gt; roxy says:&lt;br /&gt;muuackiex&lt;br /&gt;#08 says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwishwit.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PUKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114839739245080417?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114839739245080417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114839739245080417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114839739245080417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114839739245080417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/mii-hartxxs.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114830785583106939</id><published>2006-05-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:24:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep.&lt;br /&gt;it's a conformity.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE. colin.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;must have been thinking abt you alot at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you la&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;im hurt&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK you&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;but i know you're just trying to cover up&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;this is NOT a romantic scene you dickhead&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;you're actually a very sweet loving person&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;and you sound like marianne&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;all you need is a hug&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;and you're getting one&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i gotta blog abt this&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;i very paiseh&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING To&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;thats the second time i've used that emoticon today&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;and i don't ever use it&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;just now charmaine put ' colin's a genius! ' on her pm&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;you're so vulgur and insensitive you know that?&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;try to refrain from using the 4-lettered word&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;you rock&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;eh , like not mood swing sia&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;one minute ' fuck you ' , the next ' you rock '&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;zhuan shen li kaiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;its a nice friendly fuck&lt;br /&gt;#08 oh i get it. no well. not actually. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;not a fuck you fuck&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;nice friendly fuck&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;i like friendly fucks&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;wtfh... awww darling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114830785583106939?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114830785583106939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114830785583106939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114830785583106939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114830785583106939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114830491378156954</id><published>2006-05-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:35:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loooooove colin.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;read yourself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;i look really pretty in my dp right?&lt;br /&gt;#08 all sooo down. ): says:&lt;br /&gt;yar&lt;br /&gt;#08 all sooo down. ): says:&lt;br /&gt;my mom came along and asked&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was a girl&lt;br /&gt;#08 all sooo down. ): says:&lt;br /&gt;talking to GIRLS only&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i would have jioed myself&lt;br /&gt;#08 all sooo down. ): says:&lt;br /&gt;then i was lyk . ma. this is colin&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH. SHIT&lt;br /&gt;#08 all sooo down. ): says:&lt;br /&gt;she was lyk WHAT&lt;br /&gt; coliN. yesterday , all my troubles seemed so far away.. now it seems their here to stay... says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME&lt;br /&gt;#08 all sooo down. ): says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114830491378156954?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114830491378156954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114830491378156954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114830491378156954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114830491378156954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-loooooove-colin.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114814407731844028</id><published>2006-05-21T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:54:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;aku tak naim mrt&lt;br /&gt;#08 yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah//toot. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;#08 yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah//toot. says:&lt;br /&gt;naik ke naim&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;naik&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hzhhhaajaajajajajajajququa&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;aku rase cam nk maki ko&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;kau nye pantat jet ah&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;bhahhhaha&lt;br /&gt;..*letsgetRETARDED.. says:&lt;br /&gt;aku maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love lena.&lt;br /&gt;coz she's so freakishingly retarded.&lt;br /&gt;and gushes about her dearest shah.&lt;br /&gt;and is WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and is going to give me financial support.&lt;br /&gt;and thinks cbb is a maki.&lt;br /&gt;and asks dumb questions.&lt;br /&gt;and laughs lyk : hzhhaajaajajajajjajajaququa&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i made friends with the caretaker at mjc.&lt;br /&gt;his name is Sufian.&lt;br /&gt;and he's one of those people who has mental disorders.&lt;br /&gt;(not an expression.. really.)&lt;br /&gt;and he makes fun of the handicap and retarded people.&lt;br /&gt;*coincidentally. the mental school is beside mjc.&lt;br /&gt;the funny part is. he thinks he's sane and all..&lt;br /&gt;aiyah dunno ah.&lt;br /&gt;but he's really nice..&lt;br /&gt;and he complains about the long working hours and his boss.&lt;br /&gt;and i 'salam'ed him just now..&lt;br /&gt;so cute sia.&lt;br /&gt;i stick out my hand..&lt;br /&gt;then he took it.. and expect me to kiss/put it to my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. never mind la.. i just did..&lt;br /&gt;he MIGHT have been 20+ years old..&lt;br /&gt;but he looks around my age.. wtfh..&lt;br /&gt;went home&lt;br /&gt; emyza blocked me and wan..&lt;br /&gt;actually we irritated him and prank called.&lt;br /&gt;but if you wanna know in detail ask me..&lt;br /&gt;to lazy to write down.&lt;br /&gt;and his dignity is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;i'm NOT that mean.&lt;br /&gt;quote :&lt;br /&gt;" a four year course student taught me the word SETTED. "&lt;br /&gt;" naim worlds alot.. don't listen to him.. I AM NOT GAY AND I DID NOT KISS ZUL"&lt;br /&gt;whatever emyza. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114814407731844028?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114814407731844028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114814407731844028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114814407731844028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114814407731844028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114805078593931988</id><published>2006-05-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:59:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;i have sooooooo many things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;but SOME.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.   (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;firstly.&lt;br /&gt;woke up late this morning.&lt;br /&gt;it still has not sunk into my head that i have pc.&lt;br /&gt;soo went into class.&lt;br /&gt;then. then. THEN.&lt;br /&gt;mrs.chan tells me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and after recess mdm lydiana tells me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;eng  compo : 21/30  and 20/30&lt;br /&gt;eng exam : 71/85&lt;br /&gt;eng summary : 12/25 (wtfh.)&lt;br /&gt;eng compre : 21/25 (that's the way uhuh uhuh. i LIKE it. uhuh uhuh.)     xP&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 2 : 48/60&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 1 : 51/60&lt;br /&gt;im not bragging. just stating. (check out the summary mark)&lt;br /&gt;err.&lt;br /&gt;oh YAR.&lt;br /&gt;someone looks like miss.SHIOW now. HAHAHA. sorry. couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;i hate cikgu. and her son.&lt;br /&gt;he plays with MEGAZOIDS.&lt;br /&gt;he and faris have made it their personal mission to make my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall not elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;there are happier things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;like soccer in class. and the mrt. who want the video pm me.&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;so after school.. me and hearul lepak at the library..&lt;br /&gt;and went home.&lt;br /&gt;no training today. nvm. tomorrow's match allowance is $120.&lt;br /&gt;after going home.&lt;br /&gt;went online for a while.&lt;br /&gt;then off again to go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;jogging.&lt;br /&gt;that's where i have LOADS (okay just two points) to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;so i went in the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;with the dri-fit shirt and my super-short sprinter pants.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;i saw these shirtless dudes with better abs than mine.&lt;br /&gt;whoa. and tanned. (i'm not gay, contrary to popular belief.)&lt;br /&gt;damn, damn envious. (there's one mth for training.)&lt;br /&gt;sat down.. did warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;before jogging. i always tuck in my shirt and pull my pants high.&lt;br /&gt;halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;bunch of half-ugly and half-jambu minahs start giggling.&lt;br /&gt;and there was another group of three girls.&lt;br /&gt;also giggling.&lt;br /&gt;one of them looked freakishly like lena.&lt;br /&gt;i ignore. (gosh. i feel like i'm tori from white chicks.)&lt;br /&gt;and after i'm done with the sprints and everything..&lt;br /&gt;one of them comes up to me.&lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna elaborate on this embarassing part because unlike some people. i don't like it when people admit or what. or what so ever.)&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS EMBARASSING.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i was alone.&lt;br /&gt;then after they left.&lt;br /&gt;one of the shirtless dicks who was giggling while all that happened challenged me to a sprint.&lt;br /&gt;i din accept.&lt;br /&gt;but my timing is 13.27 now. (:&lt;br /&gt;then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;and someone had to go off oh-too-soon.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yar. we LOVE our uncles.&lt;br /&gt;esp. pak cik . D&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i love liyang. yeah yeah!    (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love you too darling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114805078593931988?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114805078593931988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114805078593931988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114805078593931988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114805078593931988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114777015220938535</id><published>2006-05-16T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:06:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people. At the end tag at least 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;1. khye an&lt;br /&gt;2. kim&lt;br /&gt;3. wan&lt;br /&gt;4. colin&lt;br /&gt;5. farizah&lt;br /&gt;6. firdaus&lt;br /&gt;7. gloria&lt;br /&gt;8. nicholas&lt;br /&gt;9. colin&lt;br /&gt;10. sing hong&lt;br /&gt;11. roxane&lt;br /&gt;12. han yang&lt;br /&gt;13. yew hong&lt;br /&gt;14. emyza&lt;br /&gt;15. marianne&lt;br /&gt;16. charmaine&lt;br /&gt;17. hearul&lt;br /&gt;18. najiy&lt;br /&gt;19. irfan&lt;br /&gt;20. farhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;- he's in hsc. duh.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;- i would never have played magic.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHA. ebony. and ivory. live together in perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;- err. not same species.&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- FIRDAUS AND HEARUL. HAHAHAHA. hot and not. xD&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;- GANGster sia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- from a valerie's point of view. YES. YES. YES. i LOVE my poh jay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;- she's TALL. and takes A MATHS. IN SCHOOL. *goes nuts&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;- do you think i'm a weirdo or smth?&lt;br /&gt;What's 8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;- YAHOMEY!!! x)&lt;br /&gt;What would you do when 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;- i'd slap him so hard that his teeth would be dislodged from their gums.&lt;br /&gt;What language(s) does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;- TAMIL. AND KAWAII! HAHAHAHA. top in english speak tamil uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- do i look like his mother to you?&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;- 14+&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;- this morning. he was gushing over maths.&lt;br /&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;- never bothered to find out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;-colin sooo sexy she looks like WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;- hahaha. no comment. ask HER.&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;- marianne? gasps. i dont KNOWWW.&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;- HONG. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;- my DARLING. hahaha. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;What school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;- LOYANG SEC.&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;- blk 228. bdk TANJONG TAUU. mati kebabian!&lt;br /&gt;What's your fav thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;- her SMILE. (: so cute sia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to tag:your choice.&lt;br /&gt;everybody do before me. PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. BYE darLENGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114777015220938535?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114777015220938535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114777015220938535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114777015220938535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114777015220938535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/name-20-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114753211764927129</id><published>2006-05-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:55:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe it's actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of all the chaos and bitching.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. you too.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114753211764927129?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114753211764927129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114753211764927129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114753211764927129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114753211764927129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-believe-its-actually-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114693032203018163</id><published>2006-05-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:45:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yupp.&lt;br /&gt;im BACK..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i shall start of with the prominent stuff.&lt;br /&gt;such as speech day.&lt;br /&gt;err. the boroughton people din gooo with the BUS.&lt;br /&gt;then we played soccer before prayers.&lt;br /&gt;babi punye anak cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;PAOTO SAK.&lt;br /&gt;eee. nk kene sebatt betol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;i got SCOLDED by our dearest mariah carey.&lt;br /&gt;who also took 20 marks from my malay grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HUGS FOR CIKGU!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermz.&lt;br /&gt;so before speech day.&lt;br /&gt;joga bonito.&lt;br /&gt;me and the boroughton people, including e5 dudes.&lt;br /&gt;sat at bedok place.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. bdk main baju.&lt;br /&gt;some shit. lost his hp.&lt;br /&gt;decided to blame it on ignatius and reuben.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile everyone had run away.&lt;br /&gt;then wanted to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;the boroughton people went : EH LETS GO.&lt;br /&gt;butt. me and wan went to follow.&lt;br /&gt;in his words "kawan ko tk kisah members kene sebat eh?"&lt;br /&gt;me "kimak. aku tahu kalau gado first nyer lari, emyza. ming chuan. zulfaiz"&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;follow. follow. follow.&lt;br /&gt;shit. their tempat.&lt;br /&gt;PAI SEH PAI SEH.&lt;br /&gt;dammit la.&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;on speechday.&lt;br /&gt;they took 7 or 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;waited for us.&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from getting scolded by cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. then. wei kang comes running to me and screams : NAIM NAIM!! BEDOK TOWN PEOPLE COME.&lt;br /&gt;me(in heart) fuck.&lt;br /&gt;go out. and i find alex there being confronted.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;talked stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;then. wan all came along.&lt;br /&gt;their turn to say OK. PAI SEH PAI SEH.&lt;br /&gt;ooo kimak. sedap sak,&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;like tt nvm.&lt;br /&gt;still wanna call principal.&lt;br /&gt;wahhh 18, 19 ppl come.&lt;br /&gt;CONFRONTASI.&lt;br /&gt;but shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. while all this was happening.&lt;br /&gt;emyza was standing one side.&lt;br /&gt;and after everything was DONE.&lt;br /&gt;i found out that i had broken up with ***.&lt;br /&gt;oh wEOWW.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic day crammed full of shit uh.&lt;br /&gt;haven't even elaborate on the major fight that almost broke out in school with alex.&lt;br /&gt;three smses from ppl saying "*** ASK YOU GO HELL."&lt;br /&gt;and informants saying that "*** called you a fucking useless bastard."&lt;br /&gt;the next week.&lt;br /&gt;boroughton vs some team from siglap.&lt;br /&gt;oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;irfan slides one time and "first warning uh"&lt;br /&gt;wahh SCARED SIA.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end even emyza lost his temper and showed his fierce.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep on getting in this type of crap.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. what's done's done.&lt;br /&gt;and now im in a whole lot of deep, but unrelated shit.&lt;br /&gt;oh the complexity of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HURRAY FOR EXAMS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114693032203018163?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114693032203018163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114693032203018163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114693032203018163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114693032203018163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/05/yupp.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114566862018877568</id><published>2006-04-22T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:17:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;too much. too much.&lt;br /&gt;can't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114566862018877568?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114566862018877568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114566862018877568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114566862018877568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114566862018877568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114276832647311637</id><published>2006-03-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:40:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy.&lt;br /&gt;i have been FORCED to blog by some twit whom i love very much.&lt;br /&gt;firstly.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for her.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't even told anyone yet.&lt;br /&gt;let the news spread by itself.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;on thursday we went for the inter-unit tournament.&lt;br /&gt;got third. knocked out on penalties.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;the week before also.&lt;br /&gt;we got KNOCKED OUT by the same thing. only it was in the meyer's cup. and i was with epfc. not hsc. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;left my house about two+ for the joga tournament.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately. it had started like what?&lt;br /&gt;an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;and emyza and nasrul were LATE.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;we could have won 8 matches instead of just 3.&lt;br /&gt;but NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;we started late. and thus we only had one round.&lt;br /&gt;3/3 wins okayy la.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. saw HER.&lt;br /&gt;i waved.&lt;br /&gt;after the stuff all ended.&lt;br /&gt;it was "freakishly quiet" in her words.&lt;br /&gt;so me and emyza bought the ice pops.&lt;br /&gt;and sat at the court.&lt;br /&gt;the twit and i were both insulting him.&lt;br /&gt;kind of. she used her handphone and i showed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;so eventually he walked off coz' he got mad. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;went home. bathed.&lt;br /&gt;and im now talking to THAT twit.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the one whom i love very much.&lt;br /&gt;so gotta go now. msn beckons.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationship shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awww. it's all bull ain't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114276832647311637?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114276832647311637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114276832647311637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114276832647311637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114276832647311637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/03/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114222177525837311</id><published>2006-03-13T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:51:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday played tournament at tampines stadium.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at about six.&lt;br /&gt;me and emyza saw akif when we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;naturally. the usual cussing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;first match i scored, in about 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;second, springfield.&lt;br /&gt;they played rough, two red cards,&lt;br /&gt;so had to forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't wearing shin pads all the way.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. and they say i got attitude.&lt;br /&gt;played and played.&lt;br /&gt;we got knocked out on penalties at the finals.&lt;br /&gt;AAHH.&lt;br /&gt;so i went back with akif.&lt;br /&gt;he can be really nice when there's no one around.&lt;br /&gt;and he does'nt care about tryna' be popular.&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;then went out again.&lt;br /&gt;bought new socks, and pants.&lt;br /&gt;gonna buy my shoes too soon.&lt;br /&gt;*adidas TRX traxion street.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday on the first week of term two.&lt;br /&gt;boroughton versus dikir barat.&lt;br /&gt;school field, 3.30 p.m&lt;br /&gt;savour the moment. =)&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go out?&lt;br /&gt;i'm boreddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114222177525837311?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114222177525837311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114222177525837311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114222177525837311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114222177525837311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-played-tournament-at.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114208870564030781</id><published>2006-03-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:51:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now went for epfc.&lt;br /&gt;me and emyza skipped the boroughton game.&lt;br /&gt;then after the match they walked pass us.&lt;br /&gt;walked pass the field.&lt;br /&gt;shouted.&lt;br /&gt;screamed.&lt;br /&gt;cursed.&lt;br /&gt;insulted.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and me and emyza were scolded by coach for bringing them over.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like wth. we din even talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;after epfc,&lt;br /&gt;went to white sands.&lt;br /&gt;the boroughton ppl were at macs.&lt;br /&gt;then emyza was daoing them.&lt;br /&gt;they all lyk ask me what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;say we got attitude.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so after that we went to magic wok.&lt;br /&gt;had hor fun.&lt;br /&gt;blanjaed emy coz he was feeling abit down coz of the "erhm" thing and all.&lt;br /&gt;walked home with him.&lt;br /&gt;he called me a "budak hanyut."&lt;br /&gt;just coz i play at bronto with the smokers, dyeds and the tappereds.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. he's all machoed up now.&lt;br /&gt;*winks.&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;strong&gt;charmaine owes me a testii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyahnyah ni puu puu. x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114208870564030781?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114208870564030781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114208870564030781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114208870564030781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114208870564030781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-now-went-for-epfc.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114182901364423256</id><published>2006-03-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:31:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maths was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;but at least can get an a1 la.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i've been speaking more mandarin than malay and english.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself humming or singing "shan hu hai" almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and i buaysong the ufc people in CHINESE. duh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sian.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after school met up with akif, riandy and nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to wait for khye an but he had psl.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to macs.&lt;br /&gt;bloody akif is really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;he's always going around saying things other people never says and he starts saying them and blah...blah...blah. well, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we were in macs. then leon passed by and suddenly the weirdo(akif) screamed, "hey leon. where's (supposedly girlfriend's name here.)!"&lt;br /&gt;and he does it to me too.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. he went to kim and said : "hey, naim says happy birthday."&lt;br /&gt;bleaargh.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;i did'nt.&lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. like kim.&lt;br /&gt;and all this nonsense just coz' i said that thought her friendster profile was cute. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you see people. akif thinks he's this really charming drop dead gorgeous guy, who has the liberty to disturb anyone he wants except me.&lt;br /&gt;in reality he's a WEIRDO.&lt;br /&gt;who has this really weird wave on the top of his head. (jambul).&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;and as we were walking to white sands they started talking about girls.&lt;br /&gt;and akif practically said every girl in his class was a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;ugly.&lt;br /&gt;and hairy. =/&lt;br /&gt;nicholas added in his idiotic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;and riandy started laughing at my retorts to both the imbeciles.&lt;br /&gt;typical conversation.&lt;br /&gt;haha. after lunch met the boroughton guys.&lt;br /&gt;family time.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so we went back.&lt;br /&gt;i did'nt study la obviously.&lt;br /&gt;me being SMART me.&lt;br /&gt;*COUGH. i beat all of you in english. and look at my TEACHER UH. (mrs.chan)&lt;br /&gt;so i went jogging.&lt;br /&gt;one week of being at home really blurrs your six pec SLIGHTLY.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dream on akif.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for school to begin next term.&lt;br /&gt;the sec 2's are really gonna have fun. experential week and all.&lt;br /&gt;and BOROUGHTON's gonna have a match either against dikir or 5n2.&lt;br /&gt;and e6's gonna have a match against t1.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;end note :&lt;br /&gt;i'm the best player in sec 3 kay?&lt;br /&gt;and btw, i did i mention akif's name in this post 5 times? eww.&lt;br /&gt;aww. i'm a lonely soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's the way you arrange that trap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know it, but i'm falling in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114182901364423256?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114182901364423256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114182901364423256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114182901364423256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114182901364423256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/03/maths-was-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114164260089320857</id><published>2006-03-06T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:56:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today stayed back after common test.&lt;br /&gt;which happened to be EXCEPTIONALLY EASY.&lt;br /&gt;true, true.&lt;br /&gt;i got 24/30 for my "i salute my granny" compo.&lt;br /&gt;got highest in BOTH Mrs.Chan's classes.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;it's officially &lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt; to be back in school.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i came back.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like NAIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha. cockshit.&lt;br /&gt;and mrs.chan said to me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;mrs.chan : hello my DEAR naim.&lt;br /&gt;me : hello mrs.chan.&lt;br /&gt;mrs.chan : aaah. it's so nice to see you back again. why got no marks.&lt;br /&gt;me : hahaha. donno leh cher.&lt;br /&gt;mrs.chan : ohh. thank goodness. or else huh, you so handsome wasted with all the scars and the marks.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy : OHHH. MRS.CHAN LIKE NAIM UH.&lt;br /&gt;me : ...&lt;br /&gt;mrs.chan walks away.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKYY!!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;which if it isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___malay class___(transalated la OBVIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cikgu : eh. naim back readi?&lt;br /&gt;me : yala.&lt;br /&gt;cikgu : why got no scar?&lt;br /&gt;me : haha. dono leh.(same answer...lol.)&lt;br /&gt;cikgu : lucky ar. or else so handsome wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS FREAKED OUT AGAIN. WALAU. mrs.chan and cikgu.kam. scary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed that way (freaked out) until bio.&lt;br /&gt;ms.cai : naim. why never take bio test never see me?&lt;br /&gt;me : i just came back. last week i got chicken pox ar.&lt;br /&gt;ms.cai : oh. after school come sit for the two tests you missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh so crude.&lt;br /&gt;so after school went to take the test la.&lt;br /&gt;then hung around school.&lt;br /&gt;kim was playing scrabble with pin yi the ass prefect and farizah. who bangseh them for emyza. LOL. so bad la.&lt;br /&gt;talked to zhe and nic for a while.&lt;br /&gt;charmaine was doing her psl or maths. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;alan was cracking HIS OH SO FUNNY JOKES.&lt;br /&gt;and chen xian was laughing like crazy while i watched in bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;then went off.&lt;br /&gt;went to bk with the boroughton kids.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. fun. now blogging and i have to study for tomorrow's bio test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AI SHEN MAI SHAN HU HAI  x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114164260089320857?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114164260089320857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>yesterday went for epfc.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, it was held at the "white sands interchange" pitch.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUN SIA.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;each match lasted about wad? fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i go solo, solo, solo all the way.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's screaming at me to pass.&lt;br /&gt;and when I score, they all come hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;and when i miss... wait a minute, that hardly ever happens. :P&lt;br /&gt;won GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;emyza won SILVER only laaa.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;second grade.&lt;br /&gt;then act want to show off huh.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;scored three goals in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;went home damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;i slept la.&lt;br /&gt;argh. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEA RIGHT. x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wo aii ni. *pukes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114122198600487407</id><published>2006-03-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:57:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day started off satisfactorily enough.&lt;br /&gt;at about 1.40 i went to meet hearul, wei kang, and bryan in front of school.&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch pink panther..&lt;br /&gt;blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;went to peninsula plaza to buy jersey.&lt;br /&gt;i got number 77. haha. cool rightt.&lt;br /&gt;then we were at the mall when the police came.&lt;br /&gt;this maid was sobbing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so obviously we went to kaypo.&lt;br /&gt;something about illegal working uh.&lt;br /&gt;was abit hazy.&lt;br /&gt;yea, so after that we went home.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;but trust me.&lt;br /&gt;it WAS FUN. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114122198600487407?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114122198600487407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114122198600487407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114122198600487407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114122198600487407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-started-off-satisfactorily-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114112968280099753</id><published>2006-02-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:28:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was'nt half as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;at about 1.40 i went to meet najiy and sellick at econ.&lt;br /&gt;followed them to tampines stadium.&lt;br /&gt;played soccer with my teammates until real late.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at long john silver.&lt;br /&gt;thought of dumb names for our club and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then the idiots went to toys 'r' us.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and got scolded by the manager for making so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;embarrasing luh.&lt;br /&gt;then saw charmaine and a few e3 people.&lt;br /&gt;call me pai kia.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;idiots la.&lt;br /&gt;whole day i walk around with the dumb jacket people call me singapore mafia.&lt;br /&gt;which is true la,&lt;br /&gt;but dun have to say so loudly RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;then we went back together.&lt;br /&gt;yay. i love my teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you still be there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i'm back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114112968280099753?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114112968280099753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sounds like my non-homeridden school mates had lots of fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday all i went was to econ at 3+ to collect my stuffs from nikhail.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;yet again.&lt;br /&gt;with my only source of company being my blessed yenli who constantly updates me on the condition in class.&lt;br /&gt;currently william's getting scolded by mrs.chan. (YEAH! YEAH! JIA YOU MRS.CHAN!) xP.&lt;br /&gt;from what i can infer. here's what happened today(most about william.) . in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bio is damn freaking boring. (what's new?)&lt;br /&gt;2. william's not sitting at my place YET. (but social studies sure sit one de.)&lt;br /&gt;3. william is irritating yen li like siao.&lt;br /&gt;4. everyone is gonna whack him if he sits at my place again today.&lt;br /&gt;5. yen li's gonna give my parent teacher dialouge form to najiy. william's acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;6. he's concerned about me not being there. when miss.lee who's the other house captain, he immediately raises up his hand. (yen li says everyone boos him and says he's extra. =] )&lt;br /&gt;7. he's gonna get suspension.&lt;br /&gt;8. WHY. he forgot to bring his compre ytd and did'nt stay back. then today also he did'nt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i'm meeting najiy.&lt;br /&gt;need to give him his p.e attire.&lt;br /&gt;for guess what. HOUSE HEATS.&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;strong&gt;what a perfect time to get ill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH LUCKY ME. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114109975675652749?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114109975675652749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114109975675652749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114109975675652749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114109975675652749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-sounds-like-my-non-homeridden.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114100444206428811</id><published>2006-02-27T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:40:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;but im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;coz im bored.&lt;br /&gt;and im SUPPOSED TO BE HAVING ENGLISH now.&lt;br /&gt;oh the agony.&lt;br /&gt;to think of my blessed classmates enjoying mrs.chan's company.&lt;br /&gt;my medicine cost $120.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;walau.&lt;br /&gt;i bet someone out there hates me.&lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a torn ligament, stud marks, and now this.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;it's a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;i'll come back to school fairer, smarter, and more muscular.&lt;br /&gt;i'll workout and study everyday.&lt;br /&gt;*that was a pathetic attempt at comforting myself.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you guys will forget what i looked like.&lt;br /&gt;and if people will actually speak to william again now that im gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;re-glue my broken heart. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114100444206428811?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114100444206428811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114100444206428811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114100444206428811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114100444206428811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-no-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114096354170017493</id><published>2006-02-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:19:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;pain here pain there.&lt;br /&gt;went to see doctor.&lt;br /&gt;doctor said i got torn ligaments.&lt;br /&gt;OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;then at about two plus.&lt;br /&gt;got a fever.&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;until FOUR plus.&lt;br /&gt;switched on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;then switched it off.&lt;br /&gt;felt kinda dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;and had these spots on my body.&lt;br /&gt;then i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;coz i don't have blemishes on my body.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;it's all tanned smooth skin. :P&lt;br /&gt;so i smsed about 384728573485 people.&lt;br /&gt;panickkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;then i slopped calamine lotion all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;then went to see the DOCTOR AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;quote "eh, you again?"&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;he said that it was'nt serious and i could go to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;AND SLEPT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;(must sleep MORE MORE MORE.) who said tt ar?&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, once again, blogging about things i doubt you give two hoots about.&lt;br /&gt;my testimonials are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad in the world.&lt;br /&gt;sianxz.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114096354170017493?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114096354170017493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114096354170017493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114096354170017493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114096354170017493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114079416553699665</id><published>2006-02-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:16:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lols.&lt;br /&gt;tmr going to hearul's bbq.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping over.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;sunday got three matches.&lt;br /&gt;saturday i don't even know if i'm going for epfc training.&lt;br /&gt;plus the loads of bloody homework set by cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;and mrs.chan.&lt;br /&gt;and ms.lim.&lt;br /&gt;and ms.lee.&lt;br /&gt;and mdm.lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. MR DAS ROCKS. x)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT. DOT. DOT. STRESSSSSSSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114079416553699665?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114079416553699665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114079416553699665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114079416553699665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114079416553699665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114078556021388420</id><published>2006-02-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:52:40.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we beat them again.&lt;br /&gt;5-2.&lt;br /&gt;i played like CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;admittedly.&lt;br /&gt;wahh. emyza's gf watch only he can score.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet. =D&lt;br /&gt;gee. i wished someone would watch ME play.  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's you that i want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the others just be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114069698837671086</id><published>2006-02-23T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:54:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today after school mr.ting called me to his office.&lt;br /&gt;blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;forced me to paoto nicholas and sing hong.&lt;br /&gt;or else he would take DISCIPLINARY action.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;anyway previous day..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog but was too busy doing charmaine DEAR'S survey thingy. :P&lt;br /&gt;we had sports heats.&lt;br /&gt;after that we played soccer.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to make it to train my team mates only la.&lt;br /&gt;but some E3 people HAD to come along.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;so we just played.&lt;br /&gt;i did'nt play.&lt;br /&gt;more like i stood on the sandy field and laughed as they OTHER'S played.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go back with charmaine and khye an.&lt;br /&gt;but i stayed, for some reason. =/&lt;br /&gt;willie got beaten up by the malay gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;not really clear on what happened.&lt;br /&gt;after that i went with my team-mates to ljs.&lt;br /&gt;then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;what an extremely uneventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;distorted signals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mixed reactions. =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114069698837671086?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114069698837671086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114069698837671086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114069698837671086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114069698837671086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-after-school-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114051582116261081</id><published>2006-02-21T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:03:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i'm not the sort of person who does those dumb survey things. but i'll make an exception for charmione DEAR and marianne BEST FWENX. so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN QUALITIES I WANT IN A POTENTIAL SPOUSE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ gigglish.&lt;br /&gt;+ UNlame.&lt;br /&gt;+ ENCOURAGING. ( i give up a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;+ tolerant. ( i be really egoistic and irritating at times. )&lt;br /&gt;+ sweet ( ahhhhh. =/)&lt;br /&gt;+ smiley.&lt;br /&gt;+ someone who SINGS a lot. (don't need to be nice uh.) x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT I'M AFRAID OF;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ O'LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;+ being rejected by someone i like. =/ (which is probably why i never ask)&lt;br /&gt;+ someone i love dying.&lt;br /&gt;+ god.&lt;br /&gt;+ never being able to play soccer again.&lt;br /&gt;+ being blackER.&lt;br /&gt;+leading seniors in cheers and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ i can be really noisy. but i can be that brooding person too.&lt;br /&gt;+ i enjoy company.&lt;br /&gt;+ i think that the people who talk about soccer a LOT suck the MOST.&lt;br /&gt;+ btw, have i mention that i play about 52 hours of soccer per week? x)&lt;br /&gt;+ i hate it when people stare at me in the bus when i'm with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;+ i hide a lot of impressive facts about myself from people. (ahem.) =)&lt;br /&gt;+ i enjoy making fun of people. but i'm trying to stop. it's not nice you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ imitate most voices. (now very hard...don't think can readi. =( )&lt;br /&gt;+ embarass myself. =/&lt;br /&gt;+ juggle the ball maximum 100+ times.&lt;br /&gt;+ lots of soccer thingiess. =D&lt;br /&gt;+ my graduating kata pattern for karate. =)&lt;br /&gt;+ keep myself entertained.&lt;br /&gt;+ keep OTHERS entertained. while entertaining myself of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY MOST;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ sianz.&lt;br /&gt;+ lols.&lt;br /&gt;+ haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;+ omg.&lt;br /&gt;+ hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;+ wtf.&lt;br /&gt;+ got meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM SONGS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ no no -raghav.&lt;br /&gt;+ like you -ciara feat bow wow&lt;br /&gt;+ pop that booty -marques houston&lt;br /&gt;+ oh i think they like me -jermain dupri&lt;br /&gt;+ when i'm gone -eminem&lt;br /&gt;+ my confessions -usher&lt;br /&gt;+ kaulah segalanya -hazrul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE MOST;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ snickers and mars bars.&lt;br /&gt;+ 3e6&lt;br /&gt;+ kick soccerr&lt;br /&gt;+ martial arts. =)&lt;br /&gt;+ being called DEAR.&lt;br /&gt;+ calling others DEAR. x)&lt;br /&gt;+ insulting others. *shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY BEDROOM;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ table.&lt;br /&gt;+ sofabed.&lt;br /&gt;+ school bag.&lt;br /&gt;+ class photos.&lt;br /&gt;+ handphone.&lt;br /&gt;+ bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;+ myself. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ myself&lt;br /&gt;+ myself&lt;br /&gt;+ myself&lt;br /&gt;+ myself&lt;br /&gt;+ myself&lt;br /&gt;+ myself&lt;br /&gt; (abit ego uh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE I WANT TO DO THIS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a nice person and i would'nt want anyone to suffer and experience what i am now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114051582116261081?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114051582116261081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114051582116261081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114051582116261081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114051582116261081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114043944151091186</id><published>2006-02-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:44:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOADS of interesting things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;ok. but firstly, i just wanna let this out.&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE REBONDED HER HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sorry uh dear, could'nt control myself le.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning we had mother tongue...&lt;br /&gt;so mdm.kamariah said to me.&lt;br /&gt;"eh lepas sekolah ader pidato tauu."&lt;br /&gt;which simply means.&lt;br /&gt;"eh, after school, you have that speech competition)&lt;br /&gt;then i was&lt;br /&gt;OH DIE.&lt;br /&gt;coz i was supposed to prepare it like ONE MONTH AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den got p.e...&lt;br /&gt;we jogged around the school once.&lt;br /&gt;i came in the same as jeremy and benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;need more training. (but six-pac come out ready uh.) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after recess got ENG. i got 74/76 for grand review.&lt;br /&gt;wonder who marked.&lt;br /&gt;i know alan marked terence's paper, charmaine marked william's.&lt;br /&gt;then william was grinning and smiling when he saw her name on it.&lt;br /&gt;which prompted terence to say : eh...now you can bring home the paper and masturbate on the red ink marks. it wiped the smile off his face immediately btw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had two periods of bio, with miss cai. arguably the most evil teacher alive.&lt;br /&gt;haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;so(as usual) the whole class was silent. half were HALF sleeping. and the other half were doing their own work. miss cai suddenly shouted : EH! I HATE SCOLDING PEOPLE YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;yen li : oh yay! gd. now she's gonna lose her voice and die.&lt;br /&gt;so bad, i know. but I TOTALLY AGREE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had recess.&lt;br /&gt;which i spent the whole of tryna' complete my pidato(the speech thingy, like I said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THIS IS MY FAVOURITE PART.&lt;br /&gt;for assembly, we went to the band room.&lt;br /&gt;and then they simulated us being bombed.&lt;br /&gt;SING HONG AND NICHOLAS.&lt;br /&gt;were making black jokes.&lt;br /&gt;and they were like :&lt;br /&gt;eh, are you afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;you should be.&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;you'll lose yourself in the darkness.     -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i was making fun of them with the pai ren thing and they were with the hey ren tingg.&lt;br /&gt;then the lights were switched off.&lt;br /&gt;DIEDIE.&lt;br /&gt;the people around me, namely (ing hui, samuel, ing mgu, alex, sing hong, nicholas, and some other people whom i did'nt see.) started whacking me with books and fists.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;antagonising yet amusing.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so i was squealing like a sick pig.&lt;br /&gt;not really coz it hurt la, coz it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;and i just about to escape.&lt;br /&gt;they HAD to insert a flash of light.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;so nicholas pulled me back by the leg and they all started whacking me again.&lt;br /&gt;some of their books were actually torn into half. and i got stabbed with a pen too.&lt;br /&gt;then when the lights came on again(FINALLY) they were like,"Na'im, next time you rather die in the bombing than come to the bomb shelter right?"&lt;br /&gt;*laughs.&lt;br /&gt;then mr.ting HAD to call me out&lt;br /&gt;(as some of you saw.), and ask me to write a statement on who beat me up in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;which i obviously did'nt do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;actually is because i was too lazy to do it, not coz i wanted to pardon them or whatever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i skipped afternoon program.&lt;br /&gt;for the dumb pidato thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and then all the participants came and gone. and cikgu called out my name.&lt;br /&gt;so i acted like some superstar, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;then halfway through the crap i was talking, i realised that the second and third floor were lined with people watching me.&lt;br /&gt;and i was lyk WHAT THE HECK. THEY DID'NT WATCH THE OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;haii. which was the perfect time for cikgu to tell me, (naim, you have 10 seconds left.)&lt;br /&gt;DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;so i finished it of.&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, my racist chinese friends ( &lt;strong&gt;x)&lt;/strong&gt; ) from the third and second floor also clapped.&lt;br /&gt;whoa. everyone was lyk clapping so loud but in my mind i was like " wth, i did'nt even finish my speech."&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to macs with the sec 2 guys. and then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;which is&lt;strong&gt; where i am now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARMAINE, MARIANNE, LIYANA, LENA, NICHOLAS, MARCUS, SING HONG!!! WHERE ARE YOUUU!?!?!?!? I'M BOREDD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;off i go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's just EMOTION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taking me over. x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114043944151091186?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114043944151091186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114043944151091186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114043944151091186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114043944151091186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/loads-of-interesting-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114018048457022861</id><published>2006-02-17T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:48:04.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;lk lost 8-4 to ufc.&lt;br /&gt;next friday we versus lk.&lt;br /&gt;3e4 beat 3e3. dunno how. with nicholas and zhe hui playing especially.&lt;br /&gt;lk got beat by a bunch of sec 2's. and me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the me part was really important. =)&lt;br /&gt;a maths is really killing me. especially the part on indices and logs.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;after school went to pray.&lt;br /&gt;haha. alex went with us.&lt;br /&gt;then we were praying.&lt;br /&gt;then he suddenly stuck out his finger and wagged it about.&lt;br /&gt;DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;weird la.&lt;br /&gt;went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;thought there was house practice.&lt;br /&gt;and then.. NO.&lt;br /&gt;but there was ufc versus lk.&lt;br /&gt;i support ufc.&lt;br /&gt;got poh jay and sing hong. my DEAR favourite racists. x)&lt;br /&gt;we watched. and alex went home.&lt;br /&gt;waited for emyza...&lt;br /&gt;waited for nikhail...&lt;br /&gt;waited for the match to end...&lt;br /&gt;lk got beat 8-4.&lt;br /&gt;they want to play with us again.&lt;br /&gt;sore. we beat them 6-3 the other day. ( I SCORED!!! with the predator pulse boots =P )&lt;br /&gt;us as in. BOROTON. wtf. what type of a dumb name is that?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;farhan(world's best keeper), hearul(act lyk me), reuben(the handsome one), emyza(smalllllll), and the rest of the n2 kids. and hopefully hariz and najiy. (JIA YOU.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...anyway... need to do hw nia...gort to goh. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a difference between DEER&lt;br /&gt;and DEAR ...my DEAEAR alex. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114018048457022861?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114018048457022861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114018048457022861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114018048457022861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114018048457022861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/aahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114018635913514862</id><published>2006-02-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:25:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aahhh. i love e6.&lt;br /&gt;never have &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; felt so attached to a class.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, now that i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;even if i do pass amaths..i'm not going to e3 or e4.&lt;br /&gt;we in e6, we stick up for each other.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;we laugh together.(all the time)&lt;br /&gt;and I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME A TEACHER SCOLDED OUR CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;even with jeremy, leonard, me, and all those la.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we've really just woken up our idea.&lt;br /&gt;eng mgu's top in history. - 18.5/25&lt;br /&gt;michelle tan's top in chinese (JIA YOU KAES x)) - 80++/100 (dunnno la...i heard one.)&lt;br /&gt;thuraiya beat khairunisa in malay. - 59/65&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TOP IN ENGLISH FOR THE "person i salute compo" : 26/30 =D&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;people like me and leonard actually have "worth".&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Chan LOVES US. =D&lt;br /&gt;plus kenneth and jeremy too.&lt;br /&gt;we've got terence, who got 44/50 in the bio test. (i got 36 =[ )&lt;br /&gt;let's not mention the soccer. x)&lt;br /&gt;nicholas poh jay, leonard, ben, me, galvin, jeremy, sing hong, yew hong, hui jie, jun yi. OMGOMGOMG... don't think any class can lose to us by less than five goals. let alone win. =)&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, me and leonard don't play for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;we play for our class, and the pride that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;even as i'm typing this, i realise that all of it's an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;coz' e6 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;and all the teachers we have are REALLY good too.&lt;br /&gt;mdm.lydia has done WONDERS for me and omar's maths.&lt;br /&gt;we're lyk passing with flying colours now.&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASS IS PASSING WITH FLYING COLOURS.&lt;br /&gt;we're not seperated by bitches and queens.&lt;br /&gt;even all of us talk to valerie. EVEN MICHELLE WOO.&lt;br /&gt;sing hong and nicholas are more responsible than all the sec3 class chairmen put together.&lt;br /&gt;we do all 0ur homework..&lt;br /&gt;haha. the teachers love us. especially for physics and chem (did i say that already?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's too much to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leonard &amp; I. [ our love affair with e6. and breaking legs of the other classes. x) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E6 ALLL THE WAYYY! =DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114018635913514862?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114018635913514862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114018635913514862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114018635913514862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114018635913514862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/aahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-114000810654687911</id><published>2006-02-15T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:01:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. just now school ended early. O'levels or something, so fun. I met Khye An at macs in the morning... played magic for a while. Had LOTS of fun (duh, i won.) School was okayy la... practically everyone was waiting for school to end. Haha. Anyway... after school I actually wanted to play soccer with the 2N2 guys. But I had LOADS of homework. Which eventually I still would not get down to doing, lols. After I finished my english composition, I played magic AGAIN. with khye an. hmm.then i sent him to the bus stop... and returned to school. E3 VERSUS E4. haha. well I HAD BEEN WAITING the whole day. I found the ball. Kicked it around. And soon it was five on one. SHRUGS*. I wanted to be referee for the match but since alex c wanted to be... Some pretty biased refereeing anyway. =) Which is probably why E4 won in the end. Or it could be that that they finally put Zhe as keeper instead of Sellick. I joined Charmaine DEER, Marianniex BEST FWENX, Koong Jye... and the BLACK in watching I not stupid too. LOLS. &lt;b&gt;had to undergo rants of OMG. SO SHUAI LORR.&lt;/b&gt; must admit I was pretty jealous. =P. Wonder what would happen if &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; acted in a movie(pretty nice thought, coz I'd probably get the same reaction. [or does being a celebrity automatically make you handsome? =P ])... took my first ever neoprint after that. Ergh. Then Marianne, Charmaine, and I started camwhoring. But somehow the pictures turned out like (insert bad word here). Oh well...there;s still 290+++ more days left in the year... (not counting bad hair days, holidays, sick days, and whatever. I THINK.) The movie was okayy la...pretty lame... i preferred the first one... unlike the REST of the WORLD around me. The movie changed emotions too fast la. Urgh. Cried when the dad started beating (the cuter guy, according to Charmaine and Marianne, whoever he is.) and when the dad died. And suddenly the dead guy's face just pops up. And &lt;b&gt;IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY.&lt;/b&gt; haiyo. Anyway... after that went home. I must admit, the day did'nt really live up to the expectations I had set on Tuesday. Sad...sad...day...lots of A maths hw left. argh. And I'm 12 bucks poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I just want to show you that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you should let me love you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Mario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-114000810654687911?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/114000810654687911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=114000810654687911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114000810654687911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/114000810654687911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113862286379608224</id><published>2006-01-30T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:07:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooo...&lt;br /&gt;an EXTREMELY weird chinese new year...&lt;br /&gt;woke up to some weird song sung by jocie...&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad...sounded like numanuma...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;bathed...&lt;br /&gt;went to AH MA'S HSE.&lt;br /&gt;rich bugger gave twenty bucks...&lt;br /&gt;HUGS AND KISSES.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;make me sound so ISHKKKK greedy for CASHKKK...&lt;br /&gt;lolxz...&lt;br /&gt;btw. i hate it that you have to eat raw fish with veggies on chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;and that is WHY. hari raya's food will ALWAYS BE BETTER. (smiles at the thought of seronding and ketupat and SATAY GORENG...)&lt;br /&gt;but there was some nice chinese lore on hold...&lt;br /&gt;like the sweet sour &lt;s&gt;PORK&lt;/s&gt; chicken...&lt;br /&gt;ermz... the fried prawns were nice.&lt;br /&gt;TOM YAM. MY FIRST ABALONEEEEEEEEEEEE. and my favourite...SHARK'S FIN SOUP.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;eeyer. i sound sooo greedy..&lt;br /&gt;last year rocks. (except for the fact that mr.tan has about $400 worth of cards and he doesn't know it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113862286379608224?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113862286379608224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113862286379608224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113862286379608224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113862286379608224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113862122141570257</id><published>2006-01-29T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:12:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol...&lt;br /&gt;lots of things to write about...&lt;br /&gt;so little time...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;currently talking to charmaine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maine# says:&lt;br /&gt;haas going to my ahma house soon. MAHJONG&lt;br /&gt;maine# says:&lt;br /&gt;u tried playin it before?&lt;br /&gt;`____________ oh yes...an extremely fruitful chinese new year. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;`____________ oh yes...an extremely fruitful chinese new year. says:&lt;br /&gt;chinese muslims dont gamble&lt;br /&gt;`____________ oh yes...an extremely fruitful chinese new year. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;`____________ oh yes...an extremely fruitful chinese new year. says:&lt;br /&gt;we play get together games like monopoly, risk, and the game of life&lt;br /&gt;`____________ oh yes...an extremely fruitful chinese new year. says:&lt;br /&gt;its fun and we can play for hours&lt;br /&gt;`____________ oh yes...an extremely fruitful chinese new year. says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...im so lame...&lt;br /&gt;lolxz...&lt;br /&gt;a maths is easier den e maths..&lt;br /&gt;which isn't really hard so yea...&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY hate SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;all three of them.&lt;br /&gt;if only we got ms.yip and ms.chua...haiyo...&lt;br /&gt;pendelums, villiseseseses and such shit...&lt;br /&gt;mr.gng caught us playing soccer at the basket ballcourt tt day..&lt;br /&gt;half of them ran off...*winks aaron...&lt;br /&gt;the brave ones LIKE ME got caught...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...brave or stupid arrr...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;william and alan did'nt come to sch...&lt;br /&gt;i would have thought that they were dating...&lt;br /&gt;because i was looking the the neoprints they took.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow alan's name is always together with maine's name...&lt;br /&gt;oh well...shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;btw...since WHEN did william become one of HIS best friends?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;back to story...&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH I NOT STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;TOO.&lt;br /&gt;why do all the good movies come out at the same time...and during the barren spells between them the movies are all CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;hrmmph.&lt;br /&gt;one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kick soccerers theory on alexivity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. make alex and naim captain.&lt;br /&gt;2. alex chooses his players, blah blah...vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;3. alex team loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never been wrong yet... *winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113862122141570257?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113862122141570257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113862122141570257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113862122141570257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113862122141570257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113680965074314520</id><published>2006-01-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:27:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. you know. you never realise how much more school is better than the holidays until it starts. i love my new class. unlike most of the rest of the sec3's. hahaha. of course...it won't be the same without charmione deer and marianne best fwenx...but the retainees are damn funny...haha. plus i got yenli and julie and WILLIAM...hahaha...not to mention terence and omar. and firdaus does something super funny everyday. i've made a lot of progress...i've stopped being a bloody joker(well, in e6 anyways..coz the retains all jokin i dun wan extra arr...haha...) PLUS i do all my homework. a lot of things to say... so little time...so i shall start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- first thing when i started the new... i was lyk...walau mi class all sakdfnksndfg;...confirm lose interclass. den i saw all the retainees. my face went =]. ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- william lyks to make lame jokes in class. UNFORTUNATELY. people don't see the humor(neither do i)...and tt often results in mrs.chan or some other teacher scolding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- firdaus is lyk the funniest person in the class. even beating ameerunisa. juz now he was lyk. teacher(in that gay funny way of his) may i go to the toilet...Mr.Tan said: "magic word?"... then he said:(still in that gay funny way of his) teacherrrrr....may i PLEASE go to the toilet? walau. sing hong laughing lyk siao...got other incidents...u want to know ask mii arr...=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sing hong work damn well with ameerunisa..dunno why....hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- juz now we basterd firdaus in malay class. kamariah carey was lyk: okay.. write an adjective that describes you for each letter of your name..and i was like. FIRDAUS - FIERCE. then he got damn angry. and when cikgu called he ignored. omg...hahaha...funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everyday after school we play soccer. hmm damn fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last week i beat hassan's team lyk 34-4 in soccer...=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau...so much things...and now i want to watch love concierge...until then... may mr.das be your history teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113680965074314520?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113680965074314520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113680965074314520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113680965074314520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113680965074314520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113540370271788062</id><published>2005-12-24T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:55:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayyy. first of all. nothing interesting has happened since the last time I blogged, unless you consider eating, sleeping, and the other norms intersting - which I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I got this whatever nonsense tingg from lenaaaa(whose blog i cannot tagg.) and since i have absoulutely NOTHING to do...oh well, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;fact #1&lt;br /&gt;i like to sit down..&lt;br /&gt;and think about what happened last year...&lt;br /&gt;then i'll stand up&lt;br /&gt;and tell (so and so)...&lt;br /&gt; "eh...last year at this time we did blahblahblah...."&lt;br /&gt;lolxz.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;fact #2&lt;br /&gt;i actually miss school...&lt;br /&gt;but i have'nt done homework.&lt;br /&gt;AND i've spent time which could have been devoted to it...&lt;br /&gt;going to lunch with my soccer friends...&lt;br /&gt;then going to their house after that to play PS or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;fact #3&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually shy when i see my primary school friends...&lt;br /&gt;i'm goody two shoes with my soccer friends...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pai kia and whatever in hai sing...lol.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;fact #4&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm becoming a mat...&lt;br /&gt;elehh..da lepak bnyk sngt ngan si wan tuu laa....&lt;br /&gt;abes tuu kat brontosaur park aku slalu main bola...&lt;br /&gt;look at the way i type...lol.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;fact #5&lt;br /&gt;the ghost who every time disturb me upstairs always stop..&lt;br /&gt;when i say "eh...not scared laaa." in malay...&lt;br /&gt;quietly...&lt;br /&gt;and then I'm really not scared of ghosts anymore...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really laughing. i'm just too fucked to say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113540370271788062?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113540370271788062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113540370271788062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113540370271788062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113540370271788062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/12/okayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113410288137525736</id><published>2005-12-09T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:14:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday played soccer with sir hwee and his victorian friends. an extremely eventful day. I was peacfully sleeping at 9.30am. when suddenly : RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING. i ignored. and my dad picked up the fone. next thing i knew, the phone was being stuffed in my face. okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: HALO. NAHIM?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...hi.&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: why u never greet me with the usual enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: man u lose ar.&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: SERIOUSLY. walau kaninafuck.&lt;br /&gt;Me: so why u call.&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: WANT TO KICK SOCCER?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh? okok. can. where?&lt;br /&gt;Hwee: bedok cage lar. u COCK. cheeeee BONG.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ohh.&lt;br /&gt;(he then proceeds to give me directions on how to get there, none of which i understand, after which, we say BYE. and i go borrow my sister's handphone so it's easier to contact him. [pathetic, i know])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i leave the house at ten. after much pepot-pepot from my dad. on the way saw aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: erm.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: where you going? play soccer?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea. you?&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: same. (checks mp3 player)&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: oh fuck, no batteries.&lt;br /&gt;Me: mutters* dumb fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so left for bedok. haha. so i was waiting at the bus stop like STUUUUPID COCK SIAA. then, ermz. i called sir hwee. when i realised he was right in front of me. LOL. LOL. LOL. then we go eat breakfast at nearby hawker center. as usual, my bestbest sapusapu clubclub friendfriend talking cockcockcock and giving funyfuny introductions. the three of them ate...and i was sitting there. like dumb shit. anyway we went to the opera estate court and played. after a few goals cannot tahan readi coz damn hot. so we sat down. rested a while, then we walked off. went to shawn's hse. went swimming. the pool rugby was fun. me and weewee were hysterical. so after THE FUN AND GAMES, we went for lunch. my dad called, pepot-pepot. ermz, nid to go home. damn. so wee2 followed me home(so nice, yea i know.). came home...then slept la. and watched patch adams at night. urgh. a bad end to a good day... oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113410288137525736?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113410288137525736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113410288137525736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113410288137525736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113410288137525736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-played-soccer-with-sir-hwee.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113368098336181901</id><published>2005-12-04T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:23:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sooo bored.&lt;br /&gt;im now talking nonsense with nicole and the sunshine gang.&lt;br /&gt;that being..&lt;br /&gt;her friends.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;kawaii!&lt;br /&gt;heex. =PP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113368098336181901?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113368098336181901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113368098336181901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113368098336181901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113368098336181901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sooo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113345039787991059</id><published>2005-12-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:19:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kao pei...&lt;br /&gt;played soccer opp temasek poly...&lt;br /&gt;loyang sec2 vs greenview sec4&lt;br /&gt;wan asked me to help play for loyang...&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;so den..&lt;br /&gt;reached under the block at two+..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEPAAAAAAAAK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until four...&lt;br /&gt;the other thirteen guys smoking...&lt;br /&gt;alaaahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i join in la.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then....&lt;br /&gt;we started at abt 4.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was high on udang garam and marlboro...&lt;br /&gt;greenview standert...smoke viceroy...&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;we played first half 50 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;stoppage time already 5 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;soooo.&lt;br /&gt;ended 1-1 at half-time..&lt;br /&gt;ooo.&lt;br /&gt;i went solo from mid and everyone was screaming PASSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;and as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i did'nt&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so when i was right in front.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was shouting SHOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;i decided to be unselfish and PASS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. score plak tuu.&lt;br /&gt;half-time...&lt;br /&gt;budak greenview play rough...&lt;br /&gt;budak mat-mat da nak gado..&lt;br /&gt;second half...&lt;br /&gt;i played defence...&lt;br /&gt;kene debik...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;who gives a DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;so after that we drew the game...&lt;br /&gt;at 2-2...&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i din have ANY part in the second goal.&lt;br /&gt;EH.&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;greenview second in nationals tauu...&lt;br /&gt;after that standert...&lt;br /&gt;fight.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;pissed sehh...&lt;br /&gt;we all kene whack siaaaal.&lt;br /&gt;budak greenview 15 org.&lt;br /&gt;all bigger den us..&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;outing was okayy ytd...&lt;br /&gt;i was fucking around with liana's hp..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;took foto.&lt;br /&gt;got her screaming.&lt;br /&gt;she gave it to me though.&lt;br /&gt;*lerr. just coz' cannot pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : mat is cute. eh wait. mat a.k.a syikin's admirer, king mohammed, supremo nacho. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113345039787991059?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113345039787991059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113345039787991059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113345039787991059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113345039787991059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/12/kao-pei.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113339711066291285</id><published>2005-12-01T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:31:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck laa.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna hate me, come hate me.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna find me, come find me.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna hit me, come hit me.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;tak takot laaa.&lt;br /&gt;mak ko punyer puki siall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113339711066291285?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113339711066291285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113339711066291285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113339711066291285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113339711066291285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuck-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113274799369957142</id><published>2005-11-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:13:13.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawns. Jalan raye with 6k todayy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Ohhkayy. Not really 6K.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Only four people...&lt;br /&gt;Fun...but not fun. TERLALU SIKIT ORANG LA OI!&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was damn quiet.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No comment. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first we met at ruma Jannah.&lt;br /&gt;I came at 12+. Dammit. They say meet at twelve and at twelve-fifteen, when I'm rushing and I think I'm damn late, nobody's there.&lt;br /&gt;So I went home...&lt;br /&gt;And I came back again. At 1...&lt;br /&gt;Waited under the block for a while. &lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;got up, coz' I decided I that I wanted to go home...&lt;br /&gt;all I knew about Jannah's house was that it was on the second floor and same as nasrul.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the second floor. waited for the sound of jannah's mom's voice.&lt;br /&gt;problem was, her neighbour also had the same sort of voice as her mom.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;finally I decided that the one at the corner was her unit. ahahaha. luckily correct sehh.&lt;br /&gt;stood at the door, to the exclamations of "eh. finally dier dtg."&lt;br /&gt;*laughs.&lt;br /&gt;so...starting part very awkward, awkward...&lt;br /&gt;then I realised, EH. THESE ARE THE VERY SAME PEOPLE WHOM I SPEND HOURS TALKING WITH.&lt;br /&gt;Ohkayy...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. takes DEEP breath.&lt;br /&gt;after rumah jannah we went to Lenaa's hse. &lt;br /&gt;CORNFLAKES. Ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Watch MTV a bit. Then crazy frog came out. LOL. [to Lena's exclamations of EEE. Irritating sehh.]&lt;br /&gt;so after that went to rumah cikgu. &lt;br /&gt;very laggy. for some reason I don't know how four houses could last so long. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cikgu's hse is FUNFUNFUN. ohkayy. not really. but very nice talking to her uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she did'nt give me back the book she confiscated from me.&lt;br /&gt;OR ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;i would have cried. ahhaha. now that I think of it...&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i'm really sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...after that pergi rumah kikin...&lt;br /&gt;hrmmms.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much, except that Kung Fu soccer is really lame.&lt;br /&gt;LeRRRRRrrrrRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got stuff to take pics with except me.&lt;br /&gt;SOOoooOOO jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Lena is vainer than me. AHHAHA. hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;anywayss...i'm surprised at EVEN myself, for being able to blog this much.&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT VISTING ONLY FOUR HOUSES.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. never come to mine. coz dad at home, later make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;basket, gelojoh materialistic giler mampos babi siollllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;nk kasi two dollars, suro kasi empat.&lt;br /&gt;ohkayy la.&lt;br /&gt;anyway their parents also give duit raye four bucks whaaat.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooo. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;went back at six.&lt;br /&gt;took bus with lena, jannah took 39. &lt;br /&gt;after that went to west plaza.&lt;br /&gt;met Jufri there.&lt;br /&gt;dammit. tk pegi training pon budak tuu.ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. went home, now I'm going jogging, or going to play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. yeah. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113274799369957142?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113274799369957142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113274799369957142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113274799369957142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113274799369957142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawns_23.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113233015524603178</id><published>2005-11-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:09:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawns. Crap. For the past few days my life has just been like this : &lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up, bathe, on comp. *don't even eat.&lt;br /&gt;2. At 1+ go eat lunch until 3+,&lt;br /&gt;3. Go Wei Kang's hse and play PS until 6+ &lt;br /&gt;4. Come back, do some formality stuff,&lt;br /&gt;5. Go jogging until 10+&lt;br /&gt;6. Come online, or if I'm doing 20X400m rounds, SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. That is how pathetic my life is. Pity me people. LOL. Can't think of anything more to write. Or rather, too tired. =\ byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113233015524603178?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113233015524603178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113233015524603178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113233015524603178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113233015524603178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113171550266639113</id><published>2005-11-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:25:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. I've been really bored the whole day. Which probably explains why I'm blogging now. So in the afternoon, went sembahyang... etc.etc. The sermon [kutbah or how ever you spell it...] was about NUTRITION, then about the amman bombing. Ermz... our religion is a religion of peace, blahblah. Yes. Tell us. As if we have'nt heard enough. But before I start sounding like Firdaus and talk about irrelevant objects like trucks and coca-cola ipods, I shall move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came home, nothing to watch on TV. YAWNS. So I opened the cabinet and err. Saw a truckload full of indian movies in there. Hmm. So I looked through. AND EHY. AHAHAAH. I found khabbi kushi khabbi gham [ it's all about loving your parents {AWWWW...EMO SIAK}] my favourite bollywood show of all time. LOL. I'm embarassed at admitting it, but I CRIED. SEVERAL TIMES. WHEN I WATCHED THE DAMN EMO SHOW. AHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. You guys should watch it too one day. Haha. It's the only emo show I like. AND. It's the ONLY show that can make me CRY.xD  [ don't call me a crybaby kikin. =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. So when it ended it was about six p.m. Took a bathe, prayed, switched on the comp. Syikin was away...ahaha. thought she was playing GUNZ. LOL. Ahaha. Then my dad asked me to pray. AGAIN. Came online later after that. Hurhhh. So switched on gunz, had half-half conversations with KIKIN dear. Who also happened to be busy. LOL. So then when I next alt-tabbed gunz, she had gone. SORRY KAY. xD. Yet another thing I don't know why I'm apologising for. So I'm blogging, since I'm bored of seeing other clan members gasp in horror as I mutiliate them with my Walcom Warrior 77. AND MY DAGGER. Ahahaha. NOT BOASTING UH DEAR. kaykay. Byeeee. I think I shall eat. Then play somemore.xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113171550266639113?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113171550266639113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113171550266639113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113171550266639113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113171550266639113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113163302553550191</id><published>2005-11-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:57:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gunz is fun. Playing with alex, ber2 and a few other ppl. ahhahaha. ytd played with syikin. lol. Damn fun, owning those noobs. DIE TO MY DAGGER. Alex good tho. But when I on msn he kill me. argh. anyway. this morning cooked ayam masak kicap. haahah. so the day before my mom was scolding me coz my sisters don't wanna eat her food. I was like, "whaat?" and guess what. " YOU SPOIL YOUR SISTERS. NOW THEY DON'T WANT TO EAT NORMAL FOOD ANYMORE." me:*thinking. whaat. normal food or my cooking better than yours.lolxz. damn tired now. kikin dear is no where in sight. ahhaa. feel like killing people. hehe. BYEEE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113163302553550191?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113163302553550191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113163302553550191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113163302553550191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113163302553550191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/gunz-is-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113145628313429212</id><published>2005-11-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:49:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE LAA.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE READY SAID I'M NOT TO SYIKIN ATTACHED CAN??&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;LOL. Blogging now because dear syikin has blocked me and I have no mood to talk to anyone. NOT THAT I CARE. &lt;strong&gt;OK, YES. I CARE.&lt;/strong&gt; Because you were the one who was there talking crap with me in the wee hours of the morning. When I was feeeling saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Eeyer. So emo. I shall stop now. Ok. I merajok can. uhhh. sorry laaa. don't know why i'm apologising, but i must have offended you in SOME way. which i can't think of because i'm not thinking to clearly right now. no mood to blog anymore. bye everyone.&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaykay. all a dumb misunderstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113145628313429212?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113145628313429212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113145628313429212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113145628313429212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113145628313429212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113129209108588909</id><published>2005-11-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:52:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR DAYS OF HARI RAYA OUTINGS STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GAINED 6KG!!&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN BLOATING MYSELF WITH COKE FOR THE PAST DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;VERY BAD FOR HEALTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOT TO STOP...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/S&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113129209108588909?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113129209108588909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113129209108588909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113129209108588909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113129209108588909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg_06.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113120623775214086</id><published>2005-11-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:19:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nyehh. A guy called Ishak is at my house. And I'm sitting here playing comp. Or rather. Blogging. For YOUR amusement. Yes, I know I'm sweet. xP. And by the way, it's not syikin's dad.[he lives in Punggol.] Anyway, spent the whole day jalaning raye...and still I have only ten bucks. Urgh. Only 1/1452 of what I used to earn at the shop. That is, when I &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; a shop =(. Firstly, in the morning, went to the graveyard to clean up the err. grave. of my grandfather [whom I never knew, so don't feel pity. Lolxz.] Then went home, rested a while [cleaning up graves is/are no joke KAY.] Got a call from one of the uncles I actually know from my mother's side who works at the Mariott as one of the managers or something like that...[he's a high ranking idiot, that's all &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; know. So either way, he called us and invited us to some sort of function for family members. Umm. Very lame. So when we reached there in a really fancy car which I don't know the name of, I was like WHOA. Hehe. Very embarassing, but I had never seen the Mariott before this. LOL. Considering that it still IS one of the biggest hotel chains in the world. Anyway, since it DEFINATELY was NOT for Hari Raya, [go figure, the Mariott is an American brand. =X] I saw LOADS of my other relatives. Whom most of only my MOTHER seemed to know. Yeah. Haha. I only knew like what? Five or six people. My great-grandmother Jamie from Vancouver, my grandmother Joyce, my Uncle Harry[whom my mother seems fond of mentioning everytime we pass the IMM building.], my auntie Rita who's from Vancouver too, her brattish son Oliver [whom I think I've mentioned last year. [btw, he's a red belt now...hee.] and obviously the person who invited us, my Uncle Kennedy, who by the way, even though dresses like an ass, is a really nice guy. So anyway, everyone was there, socialising and all, haha, when I realised my father was being left out. Poor dad. Yeah. So you can imagine when one of his old friends called and invited him to a Lion City [some really old cup, kinda like COE]  team reunion [also coz' of hari raya, they do it every year.] at about four, which was about one hour away. So I accompanyed him, coz' the OTHER PEOPLE, [mother, sisters...] were having FUN. Anyway, much cooler to be in a circle of ex-soccer players than in a circle of rich idiots from my mother's side of the family. Then we left, by taxi, coz' the fancy car was reserved for my mother. *diao face. RACISM MAN. Umm...so when we reached the house, wtf. I ACTUALLY KNEW A FEW PEOPLE. HAHA. No. I mean, as they were actually celebs. Haha. Like Dollah Kassim, Rafi Ali. OMG. Apparently my father was in U-15, and Rafi Ali was from Telok Kurau Secondary, &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; was my dad's classmate in sec 3. *laughs. Very cool. So when we were going home I asked my father a few things. In the taxi. Conversation went like this. [obviously was in malay laa.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: EY. You did'nt tell me you knew Rafi Ali. And how come Dollah Kassim is in the really young team?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Err. You did'nt ask.&lt;br /&gt;Me: BUT ISN'T IT A BIG DEAL. KNOWING ALL THOSE BIG SOCCER PLAYERS.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Not really what. He's only 173cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rolls eyes. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Him: *Laughs. Ohh. Because I did'nt think it was that big a deal. Haiyoo. To me they're just old friends. Now why would you be interested in knowing my old friends??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because THEY ACTUALLY PLAYED FOR THE NATIONAL TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;Him: *gives me weird look. &lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence...&lt;br /&gt;Me: And how come Dollah Kassim plays with such YOUNG players. &lt;br /&gt;Him: He's the SUPERVISOR LAA. Kinda like a big brother. Or father. &lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns red[how could i not have thought of that]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Still can't believe it. Haha. Crappish, crappish, crappish. So went home, and btw, but they forgot to give duit raye. Aha. Purposely forgot or waad. xD. At home, my mother still was'nt there. So my father called his best friend from work. Who's called &lt;strong&gt;ISHAK.&lt;/strong&gt; To come over and watch soccer. Oho. So fun. My mother just came back. With my idiotic sisters. Now's actually the pre-match interview, going to watch match ready...in a few minutes time...gtg soon. ehe. It's been a really long post either way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIKIN SYG.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;got to get you tiger food for b'day present.&lt;br /&gt;for kiga stripes.&lt;br /&gt;not you. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeee everyone...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113120623775214086?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113120623775214086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113120623775214086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113120623775214086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113120623775214086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/nyehh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113107965594215074</id><published>2005-11-04T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:47:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. Firdaus is LAME. I think everyone knows that, BUT HE HAS REACHED AN ALL TIME HIGH. What could beat the level of firdaus's lameness? Firdaus. Haha. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all definately know, I made a fansite for the one and only person who puts a new flavour, standard, twist, on the word lame. Haha. Of course, being the genius that I am, I ripped his pics, tagboard...etcetc. AND NOW. The best part. He wants to sue me for DOING THAT. HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA...omg. Seriously lame. Here is an excerpt from his tag board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: look who's talking.....naim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: and stop stealing others HTML code cos it's totally against the law and i can take legal actions against you cos you've taken my HTML code without my permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: Finally, i've found a case that can bring naim to court and get him jailed/fined &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: remove all the posts and the tagboard and the blog or i'll take legal actions, i'm serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: I demand the site 'firdaus fansite' to be closed down and my tegboard and posts to be removed. Those who had stolen by tagboard or work or had copied it and pasted it somewhere without my permission can be sued to court cos it's considered stealing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: and shall be dealt severly by the law of singapore and that Firdaus fan site is considered a defacing site and was set up without my approval nor my knowledge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;yenli!&gt;: hello firdaus. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;Thomas&gt;: yo wazzup bro? hey U're right though, 'naim' can be sued &lt;br /&gt;&lt;fir2&gt;: yeah i noe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus is lame. LOL. I deduced that he asked his friend THOMAS to back him up. Haha. Ok. Then nvm, after I went online. HE CONTINUED TO LECTURE ME. AND &lt;strong&gt;DEMANDED&lt;/strong&gt; that I close it. Serious. Haha. Tried to educate me abt law. Omg. Seriously lame. Then I ended up telling him what were the procedures of suing and the cost. Haha. Wish I could have seen his blotchy face then. Oh well. But in the end. I still closed it coz, aiyahh... he embarassed...poor thing, wait cannot show his face in school next year... =D But to continue having a dose of lameness... go to www.confessions-of-fir2.blogspot.com . See the tagboard. Haha. Ok...bye now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113107965594215074?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113107965594215074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113107965594215074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113107965594215074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113107965594215074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113106785048376780</id><published>2005-11-04T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:30:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Came home yesterday at 12 midnight. Still haven't finish visiting. THAT'S IMMEDIATE RELATIVES only eh. On sunday gonna finish visiting all the relatives. Yeah. I'm undecided if this Hari Raya was a good one or not. On one hand, they all ignored me(as usual)..but on the other, as my dad put it, was the FIRST TIME in &lt;strong&gt;TWENTY YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; that everyone was together. My grandfather had finally decided to come. My auntie said "This year might be his last, that's why he came..." Sobbs* Like so sad when you put it that way...Yeah...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day I was trying to cam whore. BUT no camera. Hahahaha....oh well...I did'nt eat a single kuih in the whole day. Achievement. And I drank three bottles of Vanilla Coke yesterday. YUPP. I brought my own drink. Alaaaa. LOL. Don't think there's anything significant to blog about readyy...so I shall take my leave. Streaming results later. Uhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113106785048376780?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113106785048376780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113106785048376780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113106785048376780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113106785048376780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113098128342138746</id><published>2005-11-03T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:28:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhh. &lt;br /&gt;In a bad mood. Yesh. Muchmuch.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, woke up to rock music.&lt;br /&gt;Shut my door and listen to tasbir.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl say I attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Step alim.&lt;br /&gt;Poser.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got scolded for something which I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA.&lt;br /&gt;For asking my sister to take her school books out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a WONDERFUL Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles sarcastically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113098128342138746?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113098128342138746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113098128342138746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113098128342138746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113098128342138746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113095256850523370</id><published>2005-11-03T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:29:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy...I did'nt blog at 1.43am like I was supposed to...haha. Kayyy. Sorry. But I was sleepy. So today I shall blog about YESTERDAY'S AND TODAY'S EVENTS. Technically it's only 1.42, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first thing...yesterday I went out to geylang with my parents. YES. MY PARENTS. Haha. So happy. I guess god answered my prayers after all. But I guess it must have been something I said a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio: [in malay] "something about a woman's husband losing a job and not being able to celebrate hari raya happily".&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking* "oh so you need MONEY FOR THAT EHH." but also thinking "haii. so poor thing."&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. And without knowing what I was doing, tears like started leaking out from my eyes. DON'T ASK ME WHY. I DON'T KNOW. Haha. Damn shocked can?&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Why you crying, I thought you very feelingless one?[must have been something I did in my past life]&lt;br /&gt;Me: *funny voice. Ooh. I'm crying coz' in a way, we're both about the same. Her husband's lost her job. And I felt like I lost my family. [ yaah. So emo. I know. *shrugs shoulders.]&lt;br /&gt;Mother: *Shrugs and walks off.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I went Geylang again. This time at night. Super funny. Heard a few quotable quotes worth err....quoting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YES. THE ONE THAT SYIKIN HEARD.&lt;br /&gt;2. Luke Skywalker makan kebab. *terbiat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lelonglelong. Nak bunge raye kite jual...tapi cantik arh. Cam' tak nk jual ejerr... *???&lt;br /&gt;4. Otak ayam, ikan, udang. Semua otak aderr. Kalau tk de namer aku bukan Osama bin Laden. *cheyy...step terror.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kuih raye, bunge raye, kita semue hari raye. Jomlah, marilah beli, dapaaat discount. *DIAOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;6. Alaarhh. Hari tuu Tom Cruise pon beli ketupat aku tauu. *entah orang maner merapek...&lt;br /&gt;7. Padahal aku nk kene knight by the queen pasal jual kuih sedap sangaat. *sure. wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles. too many to list larh. but my favourite was no.2. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bought a few things, blahs and such. Walked behind the dark alley. Grp of mats lepaking there. Ehh. Nono. This time I din stare luhh. WHAT. THIS ONE REAL SALAKAU, OMEGA GANGSTER MAT. Not budak jambuls-tappereds-stepterror club. Haha. Damn big and scaryy. Oo-er. So after that went home...blahblah...yea whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning woke up...spent most of the morning at school. Come back, helped around[ and btw, my kuih makmor is damn nice =PPP]...made some kuih. Again. Coz' the first time I made SOME PPL go finish it LAAA. Idiots. Uhh. Then do this, do that...almost time to buker readi. Haha. Haven't even started cooking. BASKET. Haha. Had to fork out some of my GRAND to order KFC. Mmm. So at the time when " SEKIAN PADA SEMUA..." the guyy came. Wahh. Poor thing sehh. Haven't bukerr yet. Kesian. Orang nk cari rezeki. So I gave him a coke and a piece of MY dinner. Haha. Pathetic I know...but just to alas perot laa. You think wad...I Santa Claus is it?[*hints fadhli's crazy nudging sprees.] LOL. So then I discovered that my room looked really nice, but got no cool stuff. So I spent about 3 hours copying asma-al-husna, 20 sifat, and al-fatihah on black pieces of paper with gold and silver marker. &lt;strong&gt;IN PERFECT CALLIGRAPHY.&lt;/strong&gt; Yepp. I've just only stopped. Hand damn pain. The whole time when I was doing, I was switching channels...from Singapore, to Batam, to malaysia...so can hear the tasbir over and over again. Haha. I like uh. Very nice. Haha. Fasting month over. Can use profanities again. LOL. Somehow I don't feel like using though. Yay. Broke my habit. Partially thanks to Syikin's MENTAH-MENTAH DAH BUKER. Haha. I shall always remember that dear. Urghh. Stomach upset. I think I shall go eat some kuih. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye sygs xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113095256850523370?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113095256850523370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113095256850523370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113095256850523370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113095256850523370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/11/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113067793732908567</id><published>2005-10-30T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:12:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE MINAH, TWO MAT, THREE MINAH, FOUR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain phrases are strictly malay. no transalation. sorry ar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Just came back from Geylang...pretty fun out there. I just decided that I WOULD have fun during Hari Raya. Whether they like it or not. Hurhur. So first thing...I went out of house at lyk what...about 5p.m. Yea...then I took MRT. Reached there at about 5++. Umm...then went to that mall where there's the second chance. Watched a while as everyone started walking around. So I hung around near the escalator. Yup. Was half-sleeping there [fun huh?] when this group of minah tudong came to stare. I was like : what the? nk cari pasal ke?. Then I realised that it was just regular minah doing regular stuff. &lt;strong&gt;LEPAK&lt;/strong&gt;. So irritating can? And when it comes to minahs I seriously dunno what to do. Coz' if layan them also they happy. Tk layan they happy. &lt;strong&gt;AND I DONT FREAKING WANT TO MAKE THEM HAPPY. UH.&lt;/strong&gt; Typical. So as I'd rather portray myself negatively, I grunted and walked away. YEA. And guess what happened. They laughed, giggled, and pointed as usual. Eew. Motherfucking irritating siaa. [mentah-2 da buker...xD] Yea... if my mom not there I point middle finger readi sak. Bitches. Just freaking leave me alonee laa. Anyway...after beli baju all that I went with my mom along those roadside stalls. AND SYIKIN. YES I HEARD ALL THAT YOU HEARD. THE MADU AND WHAT NOT. LOL. LAWAK GILERR. My mother din get it tho. Urgh. Nothing to say. Haha. Anyway my mom went into the Joo Chiat complex. So I lepak [no I can't effing believe it. And I still am not an effing mat.] outside for a while. Then two mat tappered... about my age stare-stare. LOL. Darah pon naik. Maner aku takot...lol. So I stare balik. They stare. I stare. LALA. Haha. For about ten minutes this went on. Until I walked up to them and asked "Eh korang puki tk de paper nk buat ke?"...in a very deep and mattish voice. Haha...answer was UNEXPECTED. REALLY. "Eh...sorry ar mat. Kite tk sedar kite ngah stare kak ko..." AIK. CALL ME MAT. Hahaha...don't know whether to be flattered or not laa. So I was like, all mattish. And it was so freaking, effing, shit-in-your-pants funny. I replied..."EH. NEXT TIME. &lt;strong&gt;KO JANGAN&lt;/strong&gt; STARE KAK AKU...ATAU MEMBERS AKU LAGI. KALO TK...KO KENE SEBAT." Funny.FUNNY.Funny. Yesh...muchmuchmuch. Pengecot. LOL. Maybe coz' I look tougher then them, not saying anything coz' they look like bapok. The whole "mat" resume. Sunglasses, tappered pants, handbag...the works. Anyways...after that...went to buy food to buker. Suddenly I was walking then I heard a "HI NAIM." Oh crap. Yesh. N2 GIRLS. Eeww...can't leave me alone. I almost cried out in exasperation. But then. As you know. Someone here step cool. HAHA. And I just ignore. My mom was like "Eh, you know them ar?" ...LOL. Impossible not to know them rite? And since I ignore. The fatso said..."NAIM SOMBONG AR." Ehh. Whatever. Haha. Happy. So almost the whole time I was mattish and involved with minahishes. Eeww. When I got back home I was laughing like FARK. Hurhur. Damn funny can? Yeaa...so that's all for now. A day of mats and minahs. Sick, disgusting, and yet...entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113067793732908567?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113067793732908567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113067793732908567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113067793732908567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113067793732908567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-minah-two-mat-three-minah-four.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113031929133213625</id><published>2005-10-26T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:05:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha...one more thing to add. Firdaus. Is. Lame. Err...just to elaborate slightly... he told Azman that he like Shermaine. We make fun of him. Somebody merajok [dun wanna respond] ahaha...den write crap on his blog. HAHA. Damn funny sia. So visit&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofanerd.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt; firdaus friendster blog&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://confessions-of-fir2.blogspot.com"&gt;firdaus COOL BLOG&lt;/a&gt;...for a good laugh. Goodbye cuties. Lolxz. And SORRY AR SYIKIN. I hope that euu can acceptx the factx that I'm man enuff to tell euu dish. And hopeixfullie euu can givex me anotherx chancex. These are my confessions...lalala...haha =P...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113031929133213625?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113031929133213625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113031929133213625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113031929133213625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113031929133213625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113031848836876130</id><published>2005-10-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:21:28.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mwahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;Super happy kiaresaurous rex.&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;One of which.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;Another.&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm not telling. &lt;br /&gt;Third.&lt;br /&gt;GOT POA.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Telling syikin tt im blogging a lot.&lt;br /&gt;when I'm actually half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah dear..&lt;br /&gt;syg..&lt;br /&gt;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;stop now...&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog long long...&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113031848836876130?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113031848836876130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113031848836876130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113031848836876130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113031848836876130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/mwahaaha.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113023503115475831</id><published>2005-10-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:10:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I MUST BE THE ONLY MUSLIM GUY IN HAI SING TO TIRE HIMSELF TO DEATH. AND NOT BUKER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oook. Tiring day. Tiring. Tiring. Tiring. Haha...feeling much better now...in the morning went to school early as usual. Reach school as usual talk crap with Julie-Hariz Inc. Actually not much of Hariz laa. He just laughs. Oh well. *shrugs shoulders. Anyway after tt went down to the band room...blahblah. Err...must explain ar? Oo. Kk. So we went down to the band room and got our literature results...hmm... got 68/85 ... power sakk... I think I'm highest...ehehehe... anyways... we sat in the room. Me and Azman keep on kacau and make fun of Firdaus coz' you know what? HE LIKE SHERMAINE. HAHA. NO KIDDING. Look, I know it's bulan puase and all...but eheheh... tk pe laa. So after that went up to hall for ermz... oh yea. Forum. Soo...we're like supposed to voice out our opinions. And Botak was like. SO. ANYONE BRAVE ENOUGH TO COME OUT? And Beatrice did. Uh. So she argued about bringing handphone to school etc. etc...yea? You get the picture. Anyway...it was so humiliating, coz' whatever she said was being critisized by the Botak. But either way, she was fighting a losing battle uh, the moment she said "But it's the students responsibility not to steal other ppl's handphone ar." OMG. Soo wasted...actually the argument nice nice readi... haii... and Botak was like. "EH. HALO. YOU TELL THE PPL WHO STEAL ARH." Oh well...depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...after that recess. Played basketball with Alexandrew and co. So then I was talking trash because...I was like "hey...who's your daddy...You can't ever play basketball like me.." which is lame coz' I seriously suck at it. Ahaha...So went up after that. Err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that was the Catholic sharing thing laa. I was so really, really pissed ook. Because the bloody mama guy who was preaching was all high and mighty. And blah. And halfway the video Miss.ROYAL HIGHNESS made me sit apart. Urgh. Dunno why she hates me. Could be because I always talk during Catholic Sharing. Could be because she caught me reading...ermz...anti-Cat books like "the truth of the dead sea scrolls...ahmad deedat's the problem with islam and christianity..etc.etc."...OR COULD BE BECAUSE I'M BLACK. Ok...the last one was a joke. Talking crap all the time...and she made us watch a video about St.Francis of Asissi and when came to the hymn singing she was like "Excuse me. In Singapore we are supposed to respect other people's religion...so sing along ok." &lt;strong&gt;OH YEAH. SURE. MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU FORCE US TO SING HYMNS AND LISTEN TO YOUR SHARING INSTEAD OF READ. &lt;/strong&gt;Yeaa. Respect for other people's religion uh. Hmm...no offence to nice catholics like dominic and aaron though[err...not the hai sing one.] ...ptuii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that got break again. So we played soccer in the field. Uh. Played soccer until sweating like hell. So went up. Najiy and Azman all buker. Yea...sad, I know. So after that...got kickboxing in the hall...and I was like ngah singing jiwang and dancing folkdance. Haha. Lawak Giler...so after that got police talk...boring. boring. boring. TALK ABOUT SHOPLIFTING. I ASK YOU. So then, went home...phuii. Luckyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER THAT. GUESS WHAT. PLAYED SOCCER AGAIN. YEA. INSANE LIAO. Haha...played freestyle until mabok...but the e3 guys tk leh tackle...mwhahhaha. Tk kisah laa...anyway walked home... da nk pitam...lolxz...means faint btw...&lt;strong&gt;I MUST BE THE ONLY MUSLIM GUY IN HAI SING TO TIRE HIMSELF TO DEATH. AND NOT BUKER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home... so now I'm blogging....yea...syikin keep pestering me to stop. So byebye. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113023503115475831?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113023503115475831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113023503115475831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113023503115475831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113023503115475831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-must-be-only-muslim-guy-in-hai-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113007137064735434</id><published>2005-10-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:58:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haii...ok...feeling much better now...thanks to all the people who I've talked to. Prepared dinner by myself. No one at home. Hmm...*sighs. I'd appreciate it if you keep it to yourself and don't talk about it to anyone. Not even your parents, siblings, best friends...etc...etc... I only want the ppl who read my blog to know...yeaa...thanks...I trust you guys... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want pity k? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113007137064735434?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113007137064735434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113007137064735434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113007137064735434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113007137064735434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/haii.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-113005538736759251</id><published>2005-10-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:40:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've been emo. Or eloquent. And very long since I've been both at the same time. You see...I'm a happy person. And I don't indulge in any self pity. The last time I was chim was like, what? Last year? Yeaa...but now's a difficult time for me...and I shall proceed to vent my frustrations and rants out in the style of my former self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it's been a few hours before &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; dropped the bombshell on me. Two people who matter a lot to me in this world are just...splitting. Ok, ok...divorcing. I said the word. Not that I haven't been expecting it or anything. But when I heard the news...my heart simply went...down. Haii...forever fighting. Like there's nothing better to do. And to be frank. I'm sick of it. Yes. &lt;strong&gt;Sick.&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't heard a word of kindness when I was at home for these past few months. It's simply...torrid. It seems like I'm always getting reprimanded for things that I haven't done. And it's always like I'm in the centre of every arguement. And I do not wish to elaborate. Some people think they're so ortund...it just makes me sick. My sister forever ranting...what the heck? Now it's  incipient to me...people just don't give a damn. WHY DON'T THEY ASK HOW I FEEL UH? WHO THE IN THE HELL DO SOME PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE? GOD. DAMN YOU BITCH. No mood to write anymore. Sorry arh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-113005538736759251?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/113005538736759251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=113005538736759251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113005538736759251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/113005538736759251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-long-time-since-ive-been-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112990049734826223</id><published>2005-10-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:36:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE MONTH LATER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting, at home, without a care in the world. Well, actually, I'm supposed to be at the class barbecue...but who gives a damn eh? What, pay $10 to listen to Azman play music. Play some stupid game which involves a bottle, AND. Eat food which I could easily buy anywhere for a much cheaper prce. Let's not forget the drinks without the ice hurrh. SURE. Talk about the friendship. Blahblahblah. Yadayadayada. Hurhur. Yeah. Anyways, what's so cracked up. Go to the chalet. Go in eat, talk crap, get yourself tired, listen to YENNY. AND go to sleep. Which is hardly possible. *gives the "yes,yes, it's true look" ...and let's not forget "the cleaning up next morning". Err...and Firdaus just talked me out of going. Thanks dearie. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Conversation [ in malay ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Eh naim, I've heard the place quite haunted leh. [keras]&lt;br /&gt;Me: Serious.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Chalet I not so sure arh...but the road leading to it...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eeee. Dun wanna go. Scared arh.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Better not. Go pray terawih arh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ouh..kk...that was what I was going to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeaa...eh...you want video of possesion[org kene sampuk]...then the ghost become muslim.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oi. Scary not you dickhead. Thanks to you I scared out of my wits. And dun wanna go chalet. Coz' the road damn scary arh.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Aiyah...if scared go call your sister or your mom watch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wow. Thanks A LOT. I never thought that I would have to see the day where Firdaus comforts me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok...&lt;br /&gt;Him: [Sends video.] &lt;br /&gt;Me: [Halfway] eh...you not going terawih arhz?&lt;br /&gt;Him: yea...eh...sorry need to cancel...next time I upload k?&lt;br /&gt;Me: K. And I think I going terawih also. Might see you there.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceed to go terawih. Only to find, when I come back, the whole house sleeping. By now I was freaked out LOR. I mean like so creepy. Yea...and so I switched on the comp, go to www.spi.com.sg , only to get really freaked out by the exorcist picture jumping out at me. WOW. Thanks SPI. So I closed the thing, to damn scared to go on. Haii. Dunno if I can sleep. Dunno if they're having fun now. I'm not sad...just scared. Haha...I admit it k? I'm a damn wimp when it comes to ghosts. Especially at Pulau Ubin, Tekong, and AMK. Stupid camp, and the NCO's have to go scare us with stories of " I've been here for many years, and this place is what they call in malay, keras" ...hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit here, hazeline snow on my face, laughing at the fools who paid ten dollars to have a bad night's sleep, I count myself lucky. As I have sense enough not to go and get followed by nasty spirits, and save money. AND OF COURSE. Get my beauty sleep. Hurhur. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112990049734826223?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112990049734826223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112990049734826223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112990049734826223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112990049734826223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-month-later-so-here-i-am-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112979545387855291</id><published>2005-10-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:04:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA. Shiok. Sorry. But I love Mdm.Lee. SHE MADE ME GET A1 FOR GEOG. Oh well, I got A1 for everything 'cept malay. and history. Stupid Mr.Tay. Stupid Mr.Rahmat. Oh well, before I go into a long rant about those buggers, I shall go on. But when I got my geog paper I was like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I mean, 79/85??? Shiokieshish Kia-resaurous Rex. Urgh. Stop talking about results. I wanna go E4,5, or 6. And don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...lala...tmr got class barbecue...dun wanna go. I hope got COE training. Or U-15. Anything. I'm not anti-social or anything. But I just wanna go terawih. Yea...even though ytd I din go. AND NO SYIKIN I AM NOT TELLING YOU. Haii...while I din go however, I did something PRODUCTIVE with my time. I wrote testiis. Hahaha...crap lorx. So sianz until screamed. Bleaahh...so sleepy. So now do what. Sleep lar ass-wipes. Bye...*yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112979545387855291?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112979545387855291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112979545387855291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112979545387855291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112979545387855291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112971855138227978</id><published>2005-10-19T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:42:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LALA...OK SYIKIN. Maybe I don't post everyday. But at least more often RIGHT. Crappio. Anyways, these two days of school have been fun-filled with joy and laughter. Serious. Not. Yeaa...what CAN I do on the days without school. I mean, I'd rather go to school, even before exams finish. Now...wtf. I woke up ytd morning. Ok. Wait for it. After sahur I went back to sleep again. Woke up at seven. No one online. So I went back to sleep again. So I woke up at eleven. And GUESS WHAT? Yea...I went back to sleep again. Hurhur. Only to be kicked awake at THREE P.M by my sister. Rude, I know. But being FASTING MONTH, and the nice kind, non-violent person I am, I did'nt retaliate. LIKE DUH. Also coz' my mom would kill me if I did. And I would probably have killed my sis. EE. Should'nt have persuaded her to enrol my sis in wushu. [SHE THINK SHE'S SO COOL. NO SHE'S NOT MAN, SHE LOOKS LIKE SHIT...HER LEGS FROM FAR LOOK LIKE CHOPSTICK!] stop crapping laa...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that go pray, then go online. Julie online, no one else. So I went on testii spree again. Haii. So sianz. Den break-fast, go terawih, den come back go online again. Haha. Dearest Kikin online. Bleargh. Crackpot. Vain. Whatever.=D Anyway what's so bad about using facial cream...like o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after sahur I did my shoe. Wahahahakz. So nice CAN? Haha. I emroidered the outline. And I sewed the button the the strap. IT LOOKS SO COOL. At least today, got school hor Nikhail? Haha. In the morning got some prefect-student leader thing...den need to clean out the P.E storeroom. MANUAL LABOR MAN. I felt kinda light-headed for the first time this month. Anyways, wanted to kluar with Julie but she finish siang...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, so tired I just collaped on the bed. Then my dad was like [in malay] " Naim, go put your uniform in the washing machine." Den I was[in malay] " you just beside...PLEASE.PLEASE. CAN HELP." Haii. Obviously answer no. Bugger. Why? Oh, to teach you responsibility son. Yeaa...and next time I won't help you. Mwahahaa...talking crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept. And almost the whole day got no one online. So bored. So now I'm blogging, in the hope that tomorrow will be more eventful. Bye sygs...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112971855138227978?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112971855138227978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112971855138227978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112971855138227978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112971855138227978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112942182989778564</id><published>2005-10-16T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T08:17:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning niggers. And I'm not kidding. It's 7.45 a.m. And you are black when compared to eskimos. =). The morning oxygen has not addled my brain if that's what you are worried about. I'm high. HIGH HIGH. Lalala. Sometimes too much knowledge can be a bad thing. Like not. Haha...I just feel like running around the house and kicking everything apart. But my mom would scold me. And then I would say "HEY. Give me some money...[a thousand or two] so I can redecorate the house and throw away the ugly furniture you bought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a disaster ehh? I really did that yesterday night. OMG. Haha...so rude. My mom was like..."hmm...what to buy for hari raya arr?"...and I was all " don't. you have bad taste. serious." And we had a whole lot of laughs. God bless her...lucky she's not that strict ar...or else...nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I went terawih after that while my siblings and my mom were watching Monster-In-Law. Like so not fair can? Haha...it was'nt so bad laa...when I reached there then I sat down. Did I mention that it's at block 753 Pasir Ris? They boarded up the multi-purpose hall. So it's like one "kampong" but it's better coz' the toilet got flush. =D. Where was I...oh yar. So I sat down, and all the mat-mat staring at me like I'm some sorta freak liddat. Coz' you know, no mat goes for terawih. They just tell their mummies " MAMA...*name here* pegi terawih ehh" Arrgh. Like so innocent. I was like the only teenager in the hall can? So they all played soccer outside at the basketball court. And they managed to get into a brawl with the basketball cheena boys. [Gosh. How do they do that?]And then I sembahyang terawih until 9+...Then guess who I met...Nasrul. KEKE. Omg...like soo awkward liddat lors. Me and my cheena accent. Den I was like, "Hi." and he was nodding and scratching his back at the same time. Then he rushed off. Ah well. Some ppl can't remain frens after pri sch hor...fish and syikin? *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...I came back. Then Syikin and Julie was online...due-due tk pegi terawih ehh...different reasons tho. Not gonna mention why. =X...*zips mouth. =D I really rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning sahur ate lasagne. Stupid leftovers. My mom knows that I can cook better than her. So ytd she made me go offline to make it. I had to stop talking to Juliee...laaaaa...it was worth it though. Hehe...food nice waaad...*malay accent...&lt;br /&gt;grr. I want a digital camera...then I could like be a "photo whore" eh syikin? Lolxz. I wanna take pics. PICSPICSPICS. Here's what I'll do if I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take photos of :MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;                MYSELF &lt;br /&gt;                MYSELF &lt;br /&gt;                MYSELF &lt;br /&gt;                MYSELF ...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wei Chieh's hairy dick and put as my DP.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wei Chieh's funky hairstyle. [and put as my DP also]&lt;br /&gt;3. Charmionee and Mawiannnex making weird faces.&lt;br /&gt;4. Alan with a shocked look.&lt;br /&gt;5. VIDEO OF WEI CHIEH ANGRY. [and put as my friendster video. EXCLUSIVE. REALLY.]&lt;br /&gt;6. Myself in Singapore COE U-15 jersey.[ like duh... ]&lt;br /&gt;7. JULIE's exasperated face.&lt;br /&gt;8. KAI RU red and tryna hide herself.&lt;br /&gt;9. My magic collection. [I have like about 7000 cards after the "thing" closed down]&lt;br /&gt;9. Video of myself blogging. [you'll be amused. really.]&lt;br /&gt;10.My room.&lt;br /&gt;11.My crappy comp.&lt;br /&gt;12.EUU. Heex. [there's barely an EUU without the heex. heex.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO IKEA. The bloody leather klippan so nicee. But must have $$ first hor ma? Aiyaa...sianz...go sleep again now...byeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112942182989778564?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112942182989778564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112942182989778564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112942182989778564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112942182989778564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-morning-niggers.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112936656808399211</id><published>2005-10-15T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:00:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLEEP. Now that is a damn nice word.=) Arrgh. K. I spent like what? 16 hours, sleeping? Ok, let me relate the day's events. I woke up at like 5a.m to have breakfast. NOT BREAK FAST. Anyway, I did'nt go back to sleep. My mother forced me to listen to the sermons on the radio. *go figure. Then after she went to sleep, I switched on to the comp. I CHANGED MY FRIENDSTER PROFILE. WOW. Then I wrote testii's for a few people. I've decided that it's time to boost up my pathetic testimonial count...oh yea...added a few friends too. Talked to Julie for a while...cheered me up a little bit. Does'nt it always? And tried to log in into GunzOnline. Server down. *jumps about and pulls hair out. So nothing to do. THEN go back to sleep. Woke up again at about eleven. Nobody at home. Haixzz...go back to sleep lor. Until two. KEKE. THEN guess what. I slept again. OMG. What a hippo I am. *snores. Until four. So I decided. I CAN'T SLEEP FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. *Ok...maybe that was exaggerating a little. I switched on the comp and NOW I'M BLOGGING. Yes, it's that boring. As I sit here listening to crazy frog...I'm think-ling of Ah Liew. Yes Wei CHIEH. Haha. Stupid Liew-head. Cute little Mr.Liew. Anyone wanna take a wager that he's stronger than Yara now? Haha...WEI CHIEH GOT COCK HAIR, WEI CHIEH GOT COCK HAIR. Yesterday after exams me and K.A ambushed him into the toilet...then when he peeing, we go shake him away. *SPRINKLER ON. SPRINKLER ON. OMG. It's a forest down there man. So then he got into one of his cute little tempers again. Yeaa...then we ran out shouting guess what?WEI CHIEH GOT COCK HAIR! WEI CHIEH GOT COCK HAIR! EXTRA! EXTRA! So cruel. I know. So he took the broomstick and started chasing after us. HE SLIPPED IN A PUDDLE. You know, I would have helped him up if not for the fact that he was RAGING now. Lolxz. He chased both of us from school to Pasir Ris interchange. That was like, *sticks out fingers...you do the math. Poor guy, sometimes I wonder if I'm gonna get retribution. *shrugs shoulders...Shop closed down...stupid JunQi went back to China...so boredd, so boredd...alalalala....nobody online in MSN. WHERE IS EVERYONE DAMMIT. *kicks chair and stubs toe. [ I'm not angry or frustrated...really.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112936656808399211?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112936656808399211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112936656808399211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112936656808399211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112936656808399211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112928070644946498</id><published>2005-10-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:14:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again. The end of exams, limitless playtime and relaxation. And I'm fasting. Wow. I just love this period of the year. It's sooooooo freaking cool. I mean, everything you wait the whole year for all at once. Gee. I'm so happy that I'm blogging. Yeaa. And that's a rare occurence. Anyway for the past five days, I've been reaching school at 6.am. And this is what I do, seeing that I can't drink or eat.&lt;br /&gt;1.6.00am: Reach school. Sit down. Take of my specs [which are broken and scotchtaped].&lt;br /&gt;2.6.20am: Hariz reach. I pretend to study.&lt;br /&gt;3.6.30am: Christian reach.He studies and talks to me and Hariz about his hair. [i think he's gay, he calls himself Trish.]&lt;br /&gt;4.6.40am: Julie reach. Talk crap and flatter myself until satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;5.6.50am: The rest of the E4 people reach. Talk somemore crap. And flatter myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Poor kids. Studying. Eeww. The papers were oook arr. Maths P1 was easy but P2 was lyk:HUH? Physics killed me. The other two easy also ar. Den...English don't say. Lit also. History was weird for the source based q's. Err. Geog sucked. Andd Malay was east too. Hurr...no point MOURNING. I can't change anything. Oh well. Wait for results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is a bloody bugger. HERE. I MENTIONED YOU. NOW SOD OFF. Haha. Courtesy of Julie.&lt;br /&gt;Junqi is my beatch.&lt;br /&gt;Liew Wei Chieh has a funky hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LIEW. LIEW LOVES ME. WEI CHEIH'S HAIR IS SOOO FUNKY. [barney tune]&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to laugh like Mr.Bean.&lt;br /&gt;Hariz is a "manjed" kid.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Tan extorted money from me and kinda pressured me to buy the T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;William has a big butt.&lt;br /&gt;I rock.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...can't write anything more can't I. Exams aren't very eventful...you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112928070644946498?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112928070644946498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112928070644946498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112928070644946498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112928070644946498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112747982193148229</id><published>2005-09-23T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:40:35.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harlieww...I guess it hasn't really been a long time...WHOA. I'm blogging. Well, I guess that it would have ought to have gotten boring after a while. Urghh...I keep on saying " HEY I'M BLOGGING " BIG DEAL.  People blog everyday. Lol...Wait, I should have said some. Anyway...a whole lot of things happened this week. Hmm...not a very satisfactory week... let's start off from LAST week. Hmm... but before we do anything, I'm going to type like a freaking *kawaii neh. KK... brace your eyes everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HieeS! WhAtXx uPpiEx? HeEx...gOsH...aNywaY...lAst wEeKieX, wE fInAlly hAd dEr iNteRcLasS sOCcEr cOmpEtiTon tHat wE hAd bEeN wAiTing fOr tHe wHolE yeAr... aNd guEsSx whAtX...wE lOstx...uRgHiexX...*pauses here...ok, i cant take it ... i wanna type normally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we lost. I maybe have to accept the fact that we can't play without Alex. Ok. I take that back. We were easily the best team in the tournament. But I blame myself. Hai...congrats Alan and Cexi. You both successfully succeded into making yourselves into arseholes. Hmm... ok...Charmaine, Marianne, before you say anything overly-defensive, it was my fault for putting Alan as the freaking defender. He GAVE the winning pass. WOW. To the opposing team. Wait... let me just add a word. TWICE. And Mr.Foo Ce Xiang. OMG. Mr.Teamwork indeed. Let me quote something that my dear friend had said. "Na'im, teamwork, teamwork. Don't solo, you will always lose the ball...(?!!???) must play a passing game," and then, in the first match, he proceeded to run around in circles without passing the ball until he gave the ball away. Hurhur. There's a malay saying. "Kata periuk blangah hitam," or simply "the pot calling the kettle black." But before I start sounding like dear Mdm.Kam, let me go on. We got to the first round. THANKS TO....WAIT FOR ITT....YES....YOU GUESSED IT...ME!!! Haha...no lar...but can you believe it, the whole of N2 and E1 missed all of their penalties except me. Ok. Two possiblilities. Either keeper good or they lousy. I suggest both. Haha. It's just that ... I rawk. EGOBOY...wadever. Anyway, in the second match. ALAN played. hurray. It made ALL the difference. We LOST. By two goals! The biggest margin in the history of our class for the past two years. And if it helps, they play rough. Hurhur. But seriously, Alex is the only person I trust to pass to...and vice-versa. And if we were playing on the full field, I could just solo until we scored...haii...no point looking back...plus I don't want to sound like Alan...BLABLABLA...Man U this, Man U that, 'What's offside Alan?" "Errmm...when the ball go out?" ...disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the tournament, the week was pretty boring lar...had quite a bad week. The repercussion of the loss to E5 lasted for quite some time. Anyway, for the most part of the whole week, I had to stand up at the front of the assem area. For not handing in my umbrella. And then teacher called...urgh. So the next day I passed up...got full marks but WTH siaaaa....Wei Chieh's one was like supposed to be best in standard. I mean like I know everyone [ Haisians and PVPSians alike ] just wanna... o_O...oh well...and it was lucky for me and K.A...almost got public caning. Defiance arr? Eat shit lar...go and freaking die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today during form teacher's contact when Mr.Tan asked who wasn't going to be going to the class gathering/barbecue, me and Alex raised our hands. When he asked who did'nt want to order the class T-shirt, we also raised our hands. Den he was like " Haiya...gathering also dun wan, shirt also dun wan...dunno wad to say lar... and why you cannot go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, got training arr? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What training? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" COE [ center of excellence ] and U-15 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*makes sum weird toinng* sound and some chinese proverb." " Where?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bedok "" Either way I want to break fast* with my family "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Orhh...OK. " " But after that can come lar? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Urmm...wadever larh "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyohh...why must these people make the freaking gatherings during the end of each fasting month. Urgh. I still remember the 6K one. OMG. Malam raya someore [night before hari raya...it's supposed to be magical, kind of like reunion dinner ]...and the worst part SOME ppl...[ hint hint ] would rather spend their last day of fasting with their friends than their family. Bleaa. Disgusting. And this tym. Malam Lailatul Qadr someore. Even worse. I know some people don't care laaa...but I do k? So if I don't come don't blame me kk? URGHH...and anyway does the whole world only think Alex can play soccer? TOOTS* And BTW. I'M NOT ANTI-SOCIAL OR SHY!&lt;br /&gt;*hides into one corner like Kai Ru or Ming Har. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my treasure readers...*winks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466870-112747982193148229?l=tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/112747982193148229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466870&amp;postID=112747982193148229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112747982193148229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466870/posts/default/112747982193148229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tensionalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/09/harlieww.html' title=''/><author><name>naim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359411840288532432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466870.post-112556333925570743</id><published>2005-09-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:56:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well...I have to start SOMEWHERE right? I just opened my blogger account and saw the last post... WHAT... 14 JUNE? Haha...it's been that long I guess. And yet it seemed so short. And I'm writing in short lame sentences because KIKIN said she prefered me to write like this than in Dotz. Dotz. Dotz. form. Oh well. Anyway... a whole lot of S@*+ happened ever since the last time I blogged. Foremost, William saying sorry. Hurray? I guess he finally found out that DEAR Liew Wei Chieh was the one stealing his cards all along. And it felt good man. Argh...I wonder what would have happened if I had said NO. I DON'T ACCEPT. Hahax...no lar...I guess I just don't have the heart to do stuff like that. So it was teacher's day yesterday... and what I did...ermz...I'll come to it later. So much to catch up on. LOL. And damn, I'm doing the dotz dotz format again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so, the last time I posted, I was a carefree young boy with nothing to do, and not a worry in the world. NOW. Haha. With exams and all, it's a wonder that I haven't DIED yet. Either way, since I'm on the topic of exams, I don't care about them anymore. Now, before Marianne or one of those poor hardworking people hyper-ventilate, let me explain. Ok. First let me make a referrential. You guys know about a guy called Gautama Siddhattha. No? He's also known as Budhha. Yeah, I thought we might get there. Anyway, one day I was sitting under a tree. Umm... not a bodhi tree in India mind you, but the tree in the Dr.6 pond near my school, where there's a bench. So, while sitting there, I RECEIVED ENLIGHTENMENT.[Not really original huh?] But not noble, holy, wadeverish enlightenment. I suddenly realised that happiness was what I would be looking for in my life. Dwelling upon this thought, I thought " What ARE the ways to achieving happiness in life ". I did'nt take long. Money. At this point of time, you can go on about whatever shit there is about money...it can't buy happiness... blahblah. WHATEVER. If you have that mentality, stop reading now. Anyway, if you're still reading, it means that you ARE interested. Which is cool...haha. So then I thought about average human beings, like you and me, your parents and mine. Are they REALLY happy? You can ask them and they'll say all the usual stuff : Oh, we have each other and nothing can take that away from us, oh, money isn't on our minds, what we want is to be together, and make sure we're happy. But if money isn't important, why fo yhey work so hard for it? Why do we study so hard? Why is it, when we don't get good results, they scold us and make us cry? Your parents want the best for you, a high-paying job with lots of benefits. Here is where the problem lies. I was reading the sixth Harry Potter book when I came across Dumbledore's description of Voldemort : I am not sure that he wanted to depend on anything but himself to stay alive. I guess the idea of depending on something else would be mortifying for him. In case you have read the book but are too blur to understand what I am driving at, he did not want to rely on the philosopher's stone for survival...or anything else for that matter, other than his horcruxes. All I am saying is, all of us don't want to be Voldemort. This is understandable, considering that he isn't really a handsome dude like me... :P. But jokes aside, our problem is that we rely on other things and other people for living. Our parents work their heads off, and then queue to get their paychecks without a shred of dignity. This is what we aspire to be, most likely, without realising that in a second, the jobs can be taken away from us. We would be relying on our employers for money, just as we rely on our parents for food and lodging. What we need to be, is to be Lord Voldemort. Now, I'm not saying that we shoud go around and do the killing people sort of thing, but we need to be self-reliant and not depend on others. Now, it may seem hypocritical, coming from me, as I self-admittedly confess that I have accepted pocket money happily from my parents for up to almost my whole life...until April this year, but please, don't think too lowly of me just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before you forget what I am, a fourteen year-old boy who simply wants more money to buy cards, let me continue my somewhat mediocre relation of everyday events. How I achieved my dream of earning a whole ton of money before coming of age can wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this moment of 'enlightenment' however, came the examinations. Aargh... the agony of having to sit for them even though I knew that they weren't that important. Either way, I topped the class in english [ not tyco kia marianne, intellegent kia...hahax ]...Then, in other news, Firdaus opened a blog. Surprise, surprise...the dumb little peanut shell. Go have a good laugh. Here's the address: http://confessionsofanerd.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/ Superlame...hahax. So I guess that you know whats coming...yeah...the next day I went to school and made fun of him, as only I can do. I guess it caught on, now the whole class makes fun of him...hahax...I'm such an ass. Anyway, he then " merajuked " with me...and then did'nt want to talk to me...it was hilarious. Read the thing about double-decker buses. Ridiculous. On other things, after the exams I rented Hitch, from the semi-cheapskate video rental shop : Video Ezy. But thank god for it. Without it, I would never have watched Hitch in it's NON-PIRATED glory. Hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days after that, it was Marianne's birthday... Actually, I did'nt want to go. I mean, $16.50 to make yourself puke. Hmm...good deal. But since it WAS her birthday after all, I coaxed Khye An to go with me... and neither happened. Her parents paid for us... [ awwx...sho sweetx of demmx lehx...heex...kawaii!] and after one or two rides, far from puking, I got...dare I say it, addicted. The day ended far from satisfactory however, as my really, really, really, really, really, good friend had left...and also because everyone left too. Me and William just had dinner at Bk's. Hmmm...somehow I had envisioned that going about differently in my mind. Oh well, you can't necessarily expect a perfect ending to a perfect day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the only prominent thing left to mention is the Teacher's day celebration. You know, I seriously don't understand how people can embarass themseles onstage dancing and playing awful music [ no comments on that one guys ] After that, I think everyone but me and a few other people went back to their primary schools... I played soccer with the E3 boys El' Papa, Bapok, and Attitude for a while, then left with K.A to walk home. When I was passing by PVPS however, I saw Colin outside flirting [ surprise, surprise ] and felt the sudden urge to go in. And so I did...for 3 minutes and 36 seconds. [ I counted ]... damn...I feel so anti-social. But it was awkward, and I guess that it was lucky I left early... than to be left in a pool of some of my mad ex-classmates. No offence to [your name here] however. Hmm...I guess that's all. It's funny that I can write so little for such a long time frame. Oh well, I'm not perfect, that's all I can say. Bye, my treasured readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE NEXT EPISODE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE AUTHOR TALKS ABOUT HOW HE ACHIEVED HIS DREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO GET RICH QUICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEASURE OF COOLNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI CHIEH : IN LOVE WITH A GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRDAUS, THE NEXT ROALD DAHL OR THE NEXT DICKHEAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARK VIEW, SOMEWHERE TO REMINISCE ABOUT OR TO FORGET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEATURE ARTICLE. 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