<?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-5271953633935267058</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:41:53.152+08:00</updated><category term='it&apos;s all about you'/><category term='i&apos;ve nothing to do but do this'/><category term='so shut up.'/><category term='my lovers'/><category term='K.O: dayah and sabila'/><category term='my feelings in quotes.'/><category term='i miss you lar sey'/><category term='i&apos;m starting to miss Dale and everyone else'/><category term='i know my post is pathetic'/><category term='did someone just cast a love spell on me?'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3947259223332733002</id><published>2009-11-08T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:22:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I'm not using murdertools anymore. &lt;div&gt;I'm at a place where it's only between my diary and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3947259223332733002?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3947259223332733002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3947259223332733002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3947259223332733002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3947259223332733002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-im-not-using-murdertools-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6451305858776761325</id><published>2009-02-14T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:05:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/O-sEUpC9o-"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/O-sEUpC9o-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; 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So shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5735297545609955891?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5735297545609955891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5735297545609955891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5735297545609955891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5735297545609955891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-course-im-still-using-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-939122807646583321</id><published>2009-01-13T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:04:16.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be right back. Tyvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-939122807646583321?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/939122807646583321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=939122807646583321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/939122807646583321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/939122807646583321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-right-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6257950928742729173</id><published>2008-10-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:23:05.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PENAT LAR SEY JALAN RAYE.&lt;br /&gt;K SOON KAY KU UPDATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6257950928742729173?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6257950928742729173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6257950928742729173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6257950928742729173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6257950928742729173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/10/penat-lar-sey-jalan-raye.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3362117078196208018</id><published>2008-10-08T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:42:48.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate it when it comes to this, this and that. Mind what you say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3362117078196208018?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3362117078196208018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3362117078196208018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3362117078196208018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3362117078196208018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-hate-it-when-it-comes-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4159369166905682856</id><published>2008-09-30T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:50:51.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku nak meucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepade semue umat umat Islam di Singapura. Alhamdulillah syukur bahawa kami semue telah menunaikan ibadah puase pada bulan Ramadhan ini. Syawal sudah pun menjelang. Waktu berlalu dengan cepat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ape2 salah yang aku buat dengan tidak sengaje/sengaje harap dimaafkan ye. Bak kate pepatah: Buang yang keruh ambil yg jernih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN! Dan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy collecting duit raye ye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry ey cakap mcm ape. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4159369166905682856?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4159369166905682856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4159369166905682856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4159369166905682856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4159369166905682856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/aku-nak-meucapkan-selamat-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1292863917286604366</id><published>2008-09-29T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:36:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUFIAH:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sab. You know you're the one that been encouraging me, and I really feel comfortable to talk to you. Yeah beside for the fact you're old and, of course you know life better than I do but thank you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sufiah but really, I might not be close with you but if you need a listening ear, JUSZT BEEP ME :D Btw, I'm toucheddddd even if you said I'm old. But hey, you're older than me yknw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1292863917286604366?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1292863917286604366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1292863917286604366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1292863917286604366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1292863917286604366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/sufiah-thanks-sab.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8396712390488145487</id><published>2008-09-24T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:46:07.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time, I scored 15/20 for Physic test. OF COURSE, I am very happy to get 23/27 for History test. (inserts a very wide smile here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-8396712390488145487?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8396712390488145487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8396712390488145487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8396712390488145487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8396712390488145487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-time-i-scored-1520-for-physic-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7363164791285016407</id><published>2008-09-23T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:01:54.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You may think it's pathetic but who cares, I'm the second highest for Malay test. I got 42 out of 50. I was smiling happily. I wasn't expecting the marks to be that high because as far as I can remember, I wasn't serious in doing the test paper. Congratulations! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after school, Dino, Munie and I went to library to collect our CIP letter. Actually I thought of going home straight after collecting it but we ended up taking some cooking books. I even took down the Macaroni Cheese recipe. Maybe right after eoy, I will try to make Macaroni Cheese(hopefully) As I am sure, I will still be very busy till the month of December with stuffs :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing more to post here so I think I should go and study. Tc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7363164791285016407?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7363164791285016407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7363164791285016407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7363164791285016407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7363164791285016407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-it-seems-pathetic-to-you-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3864142440992793895</id><published>2008-09-19T21:03:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:06:55.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some updates that I would like to share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Munie&lt;/span&gt;, Dina and I had our &lt;em&gt;so-called&lt;/em&gt; dinner at Seoul Garden last Wednesday. So, here are the pictures that we took on that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnuYuqj4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/5NBBA9BYVok/s1600-h/DSCN5454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247722406170759042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnuYuqj4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/5NBBA9BYVok/s200/DSCN5454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOm8AHFr-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/shKXfzep1NA/s1600-h/DSCN5459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721540568854498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOm8AHFr-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/shKXfzep1NA/s200/DSCN5459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at our expression.. "Haiyah..."(Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnQOPeLaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pw6ZYGLY4fw/s1600-h/DSCN5456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721887959494050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnQOPeLaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pw6ZYGLY4fw/s200/DSCN5456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnHZweP7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/mY6r4lChj0M/s1600-h/DSCN5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721736431878066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnHZweP7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/mY6r4lChj0M/s200/DSCN5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breaking fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721033943229346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOmegyII6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/7zsx9GPvj3Q/s200/DSCN5471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOlzNB4qgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/aH8FQyoSCIU/s1600-h/DSCN5476.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOk1vSTPgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XXO_SEfYZF4/s1600-h/DSCN5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247719233950006786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOk1vSTPgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XXO_SEfYZF4/s200/DSCN5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOlTofJfAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/njmTnb2qvXg/s1600-h/DSCN5479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOk1Q00_bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uloVfxeFXdw/s1600-h/DSCN5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247719225773325746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOk1Q00_bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/uloVfxeFXdw/s200/DSCN5484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOlmB88FwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Y2QlGpV7_S8/s1600-h/DSCN5477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247720063594403586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOlmB88FwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Y2QlGpV7_S8/s200/DSCN5477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOndSVKnUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gcFaRIjqYgY/s1600-h/DSCN5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247722112395418946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOndSVKnUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gcFaRIjqYgY/s200/DSCN5455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favourite picture! (L) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) At the very last minute yesterday, I hafta go to Johor, Malaysia early in the morning. In a rush, I left my cell phone at home. For breaking fast, we had our dinner(buffet) at the hotel. My aunts(including me) find it hilarious when we realised that our table was the only table that filled with a lot of food. We wanted to take more food but there's no space left! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN5489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="319" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/DSCN5489.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN5488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="261" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/DSCN5488.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN5490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="324" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/DSCN5490.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(So I would like to say sorry to Hakim for not meeting you! :{ Really am sorry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) My mum is pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mum told me that the expected date that she/he will be born is on 15 May. HOW COOL IS THAT?!&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) I gotta go and study now. Bye-bye-yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3864142440992793895?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3864142440992793895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3864142440992793895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3864142440992793895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3864142440992793895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-are-some-updates-that-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SNOnuYuqj4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/5NBBA9BYVok/s72-c/DSCN5454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7225326493486601528</id><published>2008-09-13T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:04:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince movie. I just watched the trailer on Youtube. :D And Draco Malfoy is hot with his new hairstyle ^^ (Should watch December Boys and Driving Lessons)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7225326493486601528?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7225326493486601528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7225326493486601528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7225326493486601528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7225326493486601528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-wait-for-harry-potter-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5033919183666128381</id><published>2008-09-11T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:58:59.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't have any interesting stuffs to tell you. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5033919183666128381?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5033919183666128381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5033919183666128381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5033919183666128381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5033919183666128381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-dont-have-any-interesting-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5066286816491034989</id><published>2008-09-10T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:37:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the school library now, using this computer. DUH. Since I'm fasting and library is like a better place for me to hang out during recess time. And that's another DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The period before recess which is now, was English. I just had my speech in front of my classmates. The topic that I've chosen is Why am I proud to be a Singaporean? Actually, it wasn't that scary after all since I've been experiencing it a lot lately(Note: CCA) But then Mr Shafie commented that it wasn't a speech and it's more like I'm reading. Oh well, it's over and I can't do anything about it. Just hoping I pass the speech and not hoping for high marks, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday, I've been thinking about Hakim. Well, don't get the wrong idea. I'm just wondering whether his friend bring the Microsoft Office cd. I'm supposed to hand in the Chemistry powerpoint project to Ms Ng last Monday but since the software went missing, I have no choice but to delay the assignment. I will be meeting him later and looking forward to it. The last time we met was last year. Oh my god, how long is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already Term 4 and of course two weeks from now, I will be having my end of year examinations. I can only enjoy Hari Raya when it's over. BOO. So let me make a simple equation yah. Hari Raya = Examinations = DISASTER. However, I will always think in a positive way. Because it's time for me to mug real hard and then enjoy later. Insya Allah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5066286816491034989?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5066286816491034989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5066286816491034989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5066286816491034989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5066286816491034989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-in-library-now-using-this-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4626345945543321641</id><published>2008-09-07T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:32:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By right, I was supposed to hang out with my Delta peeps at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harbourfront&lt;/span&gt; at 11am in the morning. It took me such a long time to decide my decision as I have to choose and remind myself which is much more important. But then I have no choice but to reject the offer. I bet Delta had fun at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harbourfront&lt;/span&gt;, watching movie and etc.. I'M REGRETTING MY DECISION BUT IT'S REALLY FOR MY OWN GOOD! Do hope to meet them again. Any plans Delta peeps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4626345945543321641?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4626345945543321641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4626345945543321641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4626345945543321641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4626345945543321641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-right-i-was-supposed-to-hang-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1395113185842333835</id><published>2008-09-07T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:13:36.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As for now, I've been occupying myself with my own world. Of course, it's not that easy afterall. Every question fills me with remorse and loneliness. Every night, I sleep late and cried myself to sleep. Despite receiving those harshful words and insults but I told myself; it's going to be okay and it's for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you may think I'm a different person now but I do agree. Recently, I speak lesser words than how I used to. She used to make jokes and sit with her friends, and whatever it is. Instead, she sat alone in the corner, listening to music. So what next? People having fun with the silly jokes and all and maybe you might think I don't care. I do care because I did look at you all quite a few times. Loneliness ate me again so I thought as long as they're happy, it's fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, they do care. Right? I've come to realise I do really need them. It makes me sad, thinking about it. Because the only question in my mind right now is what's happening to us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1395113185842333835?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1395113185842333835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1395113185842333835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1395113185842333835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1395113185842333835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-for-now-ive-been-occupying-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3743557974129265437</id><published>2008-09-02T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:23:11.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a while,</title><content type='html'>I know that I've not been updating but due to some personal reasons and etc, I just can't. Maybe from now onwards, I will just update once in a while. How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now freakin filled with equations, formulas and numbers. I've been spending most of the time practising Mathematics, you see. I've more to complete; bunch of examination papers, that is. I've come to realise that I really need to buck up. I mean, there's no problem with the secondary 3 topics except for Trigo. It seems easy but whenever I do the questions on Trigo, I tend to get confused. As what I mentioned just now, I really need to buck up on my secondary two topics. Profit, Interest.. Omg! I really hate that! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how pathetic it was to find there were only 9 people that came for Physic supplementary? I almost fainted!!!!!!!!! Okay, that's exaggerating. I'm frustrated when it comes to Physics. The only reason that makes my Science grade go down is due to Physic. Do you know that I failed my Physic common test and I've been failing Physic class tests? It is  so degrading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but I've got to go. Go where? Practise on my Math, of course. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;(Hi, I changed my number. Ask me for it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3743557974129265437?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3743557974129265437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3743557974129265437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3743557974129265437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3743557974129265437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-in-while.html' title='once in a while,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7157157907978129830</id><published>2008-08-26T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:11:17.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting..&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying I know you're wearing thin down to the core.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muneera and I made a new version of Fall For You :3&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my dad bought past examinations papers for me to do. It's thick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to do my homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7157157907978129830?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7157157907978129830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7157157907978129830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7157157907978129830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7157157907978129830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-thing-about-tonights-that-were-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5430707814723268568</id><published>2008-08-25T19:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:29:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was about to crack my brain on what to write, in this case, type for today's post but I would like to say thanks to Yuni for asking me to do this survey thingy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 The first person who tag/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;ok, how does the fish sound again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;she's one of my bestest friend ever (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Your five impression of her?&lt;br /&gt;um ah i won't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;by taking care of Mun when i'm away and of cos, being my close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;sabila ok? and then she laughs. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;well, let me imagine. nah, there are better FISHES out there. (kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;stop being a noisy fish. heh. kidding ah sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;insya Allah, that would never happen. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;our ego? becos of our temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;just be there on her Sis's wedding day as she's really hoping on me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;cute lil fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;let people think about me. be it negative or positive. it's up to them. (cheydebah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;i'm duck-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are,&lt;br /&gt;my temper wemper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;be the invisible woman, baby! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 For people that care and like you, say something to them?&lt;br /&gt;thanks for caring and liking me. appreciated it alot! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 Pass this quiz to 10 person that you wished to know how they feel about you. (i will just type the names down)&lt;br /&gt;1. Mun&lt;br /&gt;2. Yuni.&lt;br /&gt;3. Li.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nero&lt;br /&gt;5. Amirah.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nabila.&lt;br /&gt;7. luqman(hakim)&lt;br /&gt;8. sufiah&lt;br /&gt;9. Isyah&lt;br /&gt;10. Shila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;nabila - she's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;isyah - seorang gadis melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;hakim and shila - HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH! duh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;yuni - she should be studying her amath. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;li - just now, lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;sufiah - any genre, should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;mun - YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;li - (sarcastic smile) omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;hakim - and here's my trademark; =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;nero - yeah, should be. most prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;amirah - o.O -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29 What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;shila - i dk! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30 Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;amirah and isyah - okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;yuni - prcs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 Talk something casually about no.1&lt;br /&gt;mun - asal kau ketawe? (pasal kau selenge..) (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 Have you tried developing feelings for no.6?&lt;br /&gt;nabila - ... NABILA?! OMG?! NO?!!!!!!!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34 Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;isyah - near white sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35 What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;nero - wait, let me ask him. he said it's green. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36 Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;mun and amirah - no!!!!! (mun's)she's mine!!!!!!!! my fatty wetty elephant!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;mun - eh no la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#38 Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;hakim - hahahahhhahaha! can i just continue laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#39 What is no. 8 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;sufiah - this is easy. she's chatting wimme :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5430707814723268568?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5430707814723268568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5430707814723268568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5430707814723268568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5430707814723268568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-about-to-crack-my-brain-on-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-727612783662530283</id><published>2008-08-20T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:08:07.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The two trips to ITE were fun. It gave me the opportunity again to think and decide better which course I am going to take. Of course, I wouldn't just go to ITE straight since I am taking GCE 'O' Levels also: I want to aim high and set for JC first and then, Polytechnic. If I didn't even get to go to JC or Poly, I will consider going to ITE. I don't mind choosing the long path because I know we can eventually succeed. Well, I can still go to Polytechnic after ITE right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get excited whenever I hear people talking about courses at Poly. Being a fickled-minded person, I'm still deciding on which course to take. I am considering the courses more on School of Applied &amp;amp; Health Science(Nursing) or School of Engineering(Electronics &amp;amp; Engineering). The courses on Business will be the last on my list but yes, I am interested in it too. And I just cannot wait to graduate from PRCS whenever I think about ITE, Poly or JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I met you thrice but wondering where's the other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-727612783662530283?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/727612783662530283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=727612783662530283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/727612783662530283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/727612783662530283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-trips-to-ite-were-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7536305079274877087</id><published>2008-08-18T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:26:23.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish you were here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a wounded satellite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you now and put me back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7536305079274877087?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7536305079274877087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7536305079274877087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7536305079274877087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7536305079274877087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/cloud-hangs-over-and-mutes-my-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5130181647569632412</id><published>2008-08-17T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:44:41.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people! I am going to summarise everything here before I enjoy the night, watching Korean drama so do bear with it. It's going to be a long post ahead ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last time I updated the blog was last Sunday and I know I owe you people the details about the National Camp.. so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had mentioned above, I was looking forward to the camp yet having the second thoughts, wondering whether the camp would be fun. Indeed, I was excited about it but I didn't know the first day of camp would turn out bad..(Not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LATE! Well, a tiny weeny kind of late. I felt glad that I brought my cell phone with me and told Wen Yan(She's from SJAB too. Zone 10!) that I was going to be late. Feeling anxious, I was telling myself to calm down and without knowing it, I stopped at Kallang mrt. Omg, down to earth Sabila?! SJAB HQ IS AT BEACH ROAD, aka, LAVENDER! Of course, I nearly cried and took the next mrt to Lavender. As soon as I reached Hq, I was sweating as if I just finished a marathon or something. Oh by the way, I was alone - the only Prcs girl there so yeah. (CIKUT!) Thanks to Susanne, she waved to me and I sat with the Peirce Secondary School people. I found out that there were still time and then, I smiled with relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we changed into our Nat Camp t-shirt. Mine is green in colour. I wished I had the grey or white. Each and everyone of us were given a boarding pass. I burst out laughing because my mum's name spelt out wrongly. Even before the real camp itself, I made new friends already. Anyway, we took a bus to SAF terminal and went to the Npcc Campsite. We were split into our selected groups. Basically, this camp is to let the us, uniformed groups, know about what is SJAB, what is NPCC and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was searching for any mates that I know. I'd just realised that this camp is always held after National Day. It marks the day where all uniformed groups meet and share the knowledge with each other. I mean, like d-uh? Spell National please? AND OUR GUEST-OF-HONOUR FOR THE FIRST DAY WAS PRESIDENT S.R NATHAN! OMG!!!! Lol. My groups is Delta and to make it better, MY INSTRUCTORS ARE FROM SJAB(zone 4) It's fun knowing them! So when the opening ceremony finished, we went to our tents. I made three new friends since they slept the same tent as me. Wei Ting from GG, Jhean from Phillipines from GB and Nurul from Malaysia from GG. Wah, there's no need for us to pitch the tents. The tents were totally ready for you to sleep in. And then, we got to know each other more and learn about campfire organisation. I have to admit that it was very boring. I fell asleep a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Intermediate Rope course. I should curse myself for screaming out loud that I couldn't do the course. Thanks to Kelly sir, Kenneth, the Phillipino kind of guy and the Chino lady, they gave me confidence to finish it. Despite the comfort, I suffered a rope burn near my neck on the right. After that, I went with my other campmates into the tunnel. We have to crawl and figure it out where's the exit. It's totally damn dark. Foolishly, we sang the National Day songs and children songs to make us feel brave. It was even fun! We had our low rope course. I know it's kind of pathetic.. It's low but fun especially the kind of the Tarzan thingy. Then we went to the Npcc's canteen to have our cpr. I find it funny because I'm in Sjab and I know the steps to CPR but still, I am glad to teach the others. We even got to know about Singapore Youth Flying Club. To learn how to be a pilot. I can fulfill the requirements except for my height -.- and it reminds me of Muneera cos she's the perfect person to fulfill it. At night, we get to know more about each other and think of Delta cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had Kayaking, Archery, Abseiling, Maze, Rock climbing, Water confidence jump and Team building. As for kayaking, it went well for my first experience. We kayaked to the centre of the sea and gathered. We challenged each other to stand on our kayak and change seats. Haha. After that, we spent time kayaking. Meng Hwee was my kayak partner, of course. He's my chikopek &lt;3 Anytime, I could just meet him since he's from Siglap sec and his older brother was in PRCS. I found out when he asked me, " PSsssst. You from PRCS ah? " He was wearing the prcs trackpants!!!! After that, things got worse. We were about to enjoy the fun until when we kayak, the kayak moved in a way that we were not paddling. I paddled to the right, it turned the other way round. (I TANNEEEED SIA!) Abseiling and rockclimbing are very common so no comments ah. I like the maze. It's dark inside and we also need to find the way out. But still, I love the most is Archery. I score a bull eye baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very last day, we had our campfire night. Wooooooooooo. It was fun man. I can see that Delta really unite with each other! But it is kind of sad thing. It's going to a very last time we can totally spend time with each other. We asked for numbers and etc. We even wrote on our Nat Camp tshirts! In fact, I am close to the guys more than the girls especially Kendrick, Jun Lin, Meng Hwee and Aldris! ^^ At night, we just couldn't sleep and spent our night chatting and looking into the sky while listening to the music until we were chased by the instructors to sleep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kind of mixed up but I feel sad, telling it here. It's full of memories. Omg, I miss Kendrick, Meng Hwee, Shawn chuah lala, Freaky and others. Aghhhhhh. And the instructors tooo! _ years down the road, hope we still keep in touch DELTA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta Cheer;&lt;br /&gt;(we will rock you song)&lt;br /&gt;(make the beat by clapping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta Unite, we show our might.&lt;br /&gt;We show them how we people fight&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the fight with zeal and might&lt;br /&gt;Cos aint anybody got break our stride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we will, we will, rock you! * screams*&lt;br /&gt;and continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright(DELTA)\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta Cheer:&lt;br /&gt;Pump, pump, pump it up, Delta(x2) PUMP IT UP!&lt;br /&gt;Shake shake shake it up, Delta(x2) SHAKE IT UP!&lt;br /&gt;Hype hype hype it up, Delta(x2) HYPE IT UP!&lt;br /&gt;Pump it up, Shake it up, hype it up..&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOO DELTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures at my friendster (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5130181647569632412?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5130181647569632412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5130181647569632412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5130181647569632412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5130181647569632412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-people-i-am-going-to-summarise.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3254177376636938514</id><published>2008-08-10T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:27:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SJ8IRZFszPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/N6WmjHPwPDk/s1600-h/DSCN5036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SJ8IRZFszPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/N6WmjHPwPDk/s200/DSCN5036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232910386913398002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;National Camp, here I come~&lt;br /&gt;I have a few hours to spend till the next day for my camp. The suckish thing is I have to wake up early in the morning and report at Hq by 7.15am. *prays that Khalis will be there early* Knowing that I will be away starting from tomorrow, I still haven't pack my bag yet. No worries, there are no missing items and I will just to have to pack my camp bag. And then, I am ready to go~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the enthusiasm for the camp, I still don't like it that I have to go during school hours. Some people may think it is good and cool to go for this camp because they wouldn't be hearing the teachers lecturing or whatelse. In fact, I will be missing a lot of lessons. I will be missing a lot of tests. Hence, I have to take a few tests when I come back for school. I will be missing a lot of fun and of course, I will be missing my teachers too! And last but not least, I will miss Muneera, Yuni, Robi and (fill in the blanks)! Close friends ah, I should say eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want you to know is..&lt;br /&gt;please take care of yourself, Munieee and Yuni - of course(and close friends too!)&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I am going to miss you like damn alot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SJ8Hx7mZd8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/PzBZOfqrZME/s1600-h/1_466166074l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SJ8Hx7mZd8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/PzBZOfqrZME/s200/1_466166074l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232909846421534658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's much more better with two of them around (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3254177376636938514?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3254177376636938514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3254177376636938514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3254177376636938514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3254177376636938514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-camp-here-i-come-i-have-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SJ8IRZFszPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/N6WmjHPwPDk/s72-c/DSCN5036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8734791231808597323</id><published>2008-08-10T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:29:29.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY, PRCS'S NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATION WAS F.AWESOME! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting myself to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;  early. We had to fall in by 7 and I was&lt;span&gt; very very&lt;/span&gt;  early, of course.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I came just a few minutes before 7&lt;/span&gt;. I had to admit that I was &lt;span&gt;very very&lt;/span&gt;  early that I almost cried myself to tears for being &lt;span&gt;very very very&lt;/span&gt;  early. Ok shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I had mentioned above, it was f.awesome. Actually, everyone seemed to have no mood for celebration until the PA system started to play the national day songs. Everyone started to be crazy and went enthusiastic! MOST crestians stood up and sing the songs with feelings and pride. I was standing with the NCC Girls that I asked Mun to join me too at the side of the hall. Till, it went wild. I am not sure who started it first but I know it's the sec 3s, started to walk around the hall with jumping and all. (Some even took the opportunity to skank) And then, almost everyone started to follow and bloody hell, I was squeezed! Even the teachers joined us too! It was hell fun and hilarious that when I was roaming around the hall... GUESS WHO I SAW?! I saw Mr Ong joining us too. I thought he would be shouting and asked us to stop. Frankly speaking, we were acting like hooligans. Riots. Havoc. This is the only time that I really sing with enthusiastism with my friends. HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to E!Hub to watch The Dark Knight with Muneera, Nabila and Amirah. The movie is (THUMBS UP!) Hee hee!!!! Wait, why so serious? (Do the mouth movement like the Joker) HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY AMIRAH, and SINGAPORE of course! Wow, Amirah and Singapore celebrates the same day! :O&lt;br /&gt;&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/5271953633935267058-8734791231808597323?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8734791231808597323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8734791231808597323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8734791231808597323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8734791231808597323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-prcss-national-day-celebration-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7253698200905231775</id><published>2008-08-06T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:38:11.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only thing I feel like writing about is NDP Ceremony rehearsal ^^\/&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I must say. I mean, I am referring to the flag barriers ONLY. Even with 7(Shafiq wasn't there) people, it made my day. Of course, I do agree with Omairah that Zaki D Chicken(Named by Ms Chua) is super duper very the duper super irritating. We met twice for the rehearsal(Including today) but  I already had fun laughing, listening to their jokes.. I don't even want to think that it is going to be the end of us, being the flag barriers, on this Friday. I do hope for next year's Speech Day(who knows right?) that we will be in the same place, contigent or what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's (THUMBS UP!)&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I passed my EL common test. Even if I pass kan, my El still sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7253698200905231775?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7253698200905231775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7253698200905231775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7253698200905231775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7253698200905231775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-thing-i-feel-like-writing-about-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8413882520144974156</id><published>2008-08-05T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:07:28.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wished today's not a Tuesday. I almost wanted to sleep back again and skip school but I realised there's cca today and it's a long day. Of course, I don't even want to skip classes when in fact, I will be missing a lot of lessons next week due to National Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went for the National Day Rehearsal ceremony for this Friday. I become the flag bearer. It was kind of hard, at first but I managed to do it more better and properly after practising. Eventhough I'm the only sjab girl there, I'm glad I do have friends being the flag bearer like Zaki, Shafiq, Melvin, Omairah and etc.. But I do miss being part of the contigent. Just by looking at them marching makes me miss being a cadet. I miss being a cadet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. I can't help it if I am acting like this. This IS my true character and this is what happen if you mess up with my life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabila: Eh okay what, she(Omairah) behind me. Then you stand behind her cos guy guy mah.&lt;br /&gt;Zaki: Um.. (Took the National flag and stand like a statue)&lt;br /&gt;Sabila: Okay then. It's obvious that you don't want to change the position. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH, his expressions always make me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-8413882520144974156?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8413882520144974156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8413882520144974156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8413882520144974156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8413882520144974156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-wished-todays-not-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3953418609629799160</id><published>2008-08-04T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:35:18.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's discouraging enough to know that there are only 10 passes for English, but Mr Shafie had to make it worse just by giving his sarcasm. Seriously speaking, his sarcasm was nothing. I am really not looking forward to my English result. I'd rather being nagged by my mother than knowing my result. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muni and I went to White Sands library to do our CIP. I thought I would be doing office work again but we did shelving instead for 3 solid hours. I really understand how Muni and Mirah feel now.  When I was just about to sign up, I found out something annoying and I felt pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been having flu since .. for such a long time? And this has to happen to me NOW. The flu started when I was doing CIP in the library in the afternoon and it is becoming from bad to worse. Piles of used napkins are scattered around me, Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to National Camp.. Yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3953418609629799160?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3953418609629799160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3953418609629799160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3953418609629799160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3953418609629799160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-discouraging-enough-to-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6399798120276377701</id><published>2008-08-01T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:32:03.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay finally, I've settled some important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened today except maybe for some people, the NYAA Ceremony. Anyway, Mr Shafie said that there are only 10 passes for El Common Test. I'm afraid I'm afraid. I don't want to fail English. This time, I really don't want to fail English.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I have basically nothing to update about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6399798120276377701?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6399798120276377701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6399798120276377701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6399798120276377701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6399798120276377701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-finally-ive-settled-some-important.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3744016888146506515</id><published>2008-07-31T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:36:31.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It makes my blood boils when Mr Shafie brings up the topic. I mean, it's really not necessary for him to do that. I can't blame him for that, anyway. (The st*pidsh*tf*ck thingy is compulsory!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince that incident about Jia Qin and Wei Jin, Mr Chang has not been coming to class. Despite his boring tone and all, he IS a really nice teacher and fun to laugh at(In a good way) With Mr Ng handling some stuffs like how Mr Razak used to do, I'm left with Mr Chang but he's not there with us. Instead, there's a new teacher taking us for I don't know for how long? He sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to White Sands Library with Mun and Amirah to do our CIP. I almost wanted to feel regret for not shelving the books because I was busy inside the office doing some office work alone. I printed some A3 papers and laminated it. Most probably, most of you find it boring because it's office work but in my case, I love it. I love those computer stuffs and etc. As soon as I realised that it's fine being alone because I did have fun, doing the work while Amirah and Muniee were busy shelving the books. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I feel glad that our friendship is back to normal but I feel like something is missing. Well, I don't know but I will find the answer as soon.. as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Yuni,&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you for being jealous of ducks and elephants because you can't help it. But think in a good way then that, you have us, Muniee and I, as your close friends. It's better knowing that we're always going to be there for you than being envy of us ^^ Ly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3744016888146506515?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3744016888146506515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3744016888146506515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3744016888146506515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3744016888146506515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-makes-my-blood-boils-when-mr-shafie.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6353807901228706234</id><published>2008-07-30T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:58:51.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like today(why?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It already sucked big time to know something ended up like this yet I still do care. Even it's not for me, do it for others. And even to make it worse, I found out something wtf-cking during English period. I was expecting this to happen, of course and it really spoils my day. I don't care about the 2 days trip and I still and will going to take MC on 19 and 20 Aug! But I'm glad to feel abit happy with Muniieeeee and others around(Thank you!) :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should know very well by now that I have a bad habit; moodswings. Everytime in school, I've been controlling my anger especially during lessons. It's seriously hard for me to keep it inside and try not to burst out at any time. I do feel guilty in scolding people whose not even in the wrong. If I'm pissed, I tend to vent my anger on people. PMS? No. Usually, I will tell myself to calm down and remind myself to vent it on this stupid blog of mine. I ended up writing bullshits like for example now aaaaaaand in the end, I still don't feel good either. Yes, I can admit that I've given up on certain people but I do have a heart, you know. I still can bloody care, bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Maybe I should just private my blog and complain like hell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6353807901228706234?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6353807901228706234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6353807901228706234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6353807901228706234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6353807901228706234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/eversince-i-visited-wan-yins-blog-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8677381658462145263</id><published>2008-07-28T21:35:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:14.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The age you'll be on your next birthday:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058181451217970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3LN3J5fDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l9iAlGCS_70/s200/021088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A place you'd like to travel: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058412157546610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3LbSmksHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MiHJn1AI9Zk/s200/korea008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Korea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your favourite place:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058641160469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3LontH_QI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6o8lLWma1qo/s200/sea_of_galilee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your favourite food:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058958775788802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3L7G6hJQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/S1AU10SmIjg/s200/SweetPotatoLasagneB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your favourite colour:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059384793196674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3MT58-6II/AAAAAAAAAUg/qXvzyaLy_L4/s200/White-Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your favourite piece of clothing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416039160305170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8Qr7Aa1hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AetVZyuo4D0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Your current favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228418262867600850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8StW9jZdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HGmXj88NUto/s200/photo11072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; K.Will - Dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your favourite tv show:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060204192245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3NDmc8KLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LRI5Yks0qM0/s200/LAINK001_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your current crush on a celebrity:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228417439198906338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8R9ajoh-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/3mGr-LUX5WY/s200/William_Moseley-1-Chronicles_of_Narnia_Prince_Caspian.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Your screen name/Nickname:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419855002595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8UKCIHchI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0Gtxwlnvoh0/s200/RIESCH-%27sup%2520logo_Red_Green2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your first job:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228420797068039554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8VA3mBVYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-zVOhlG82kw/s200/StudentEssay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;A bad habit you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228420901097050402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8VG7IeESI/AAAAAAAAAXI/1PiT3qqL5gs/s200/944-003~Subject-To-Mood-Swings-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your worst fear:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228420895573102914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI8VGmjdUUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YvErBulrj6w/s200/I-Love-You-Mom-Print-C10055306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First thing you'll buy if you get $1 million:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228062341885574578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3PAB-vvbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/t_oWXoVkzW0/s200/motorola-gold-razr2-v8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-8677381658462145263?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8677381658462145263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8677381658462145263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8677381658462145263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8677381658462145263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/age-youll-be-on-your-next-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SI3LN3J5fDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l9iAlGCS_70/s72-c/021088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4805192348306931237</id><published>2008-07-28T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:19:34.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience,</title><content type='html'>Hello people! Let's get down to serious business..&lt;br /&gt;I've really no mood to talk about last Friday. I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; View Secondary School for Youth Achievers Forum. I would like to say thank you to Mai's father for sending us there. If you are wondering why I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt; that her father sent us because, it's at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Batok&lt;/span&gt;. We(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shila&lt;/span&gt;, Mai, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Robi&lt;/span&gt; and I) were told from the person that the registration starts at 9 and in fact, we were very early(8.08am) We'd decided to sit at the block in front of the school. After that, I found out something shocking! Can you believe that MR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ONG&lt;/span&gt; WAS ONCE THE PRINCIPAL OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BVSS&lt;/span&gt;? No wonder I find the school hall and everything.. somewhat, similar. We didn't know about it until this guy asked us whether we're from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PRCS&lt;/span&gt;. I thought he's Chinese until he spoke Malay to us. From what I see, I think he's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;operator&lt;/span&gt; manager like Mr Singh since he knows about our school and etc. The forum was okay but I was even sleepy right before the forum starts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Robi&lt;/span&gt; caught me a few times for sleeping. No offence, it's boring but the information that they gave us are helpful. I did cry when they showed us the video of this little girl. It ended at 1pm and went home with Robi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Robi and I took bus 506 at Bukit Batok Interchange. Along the way, we fell asleep. I find it funny because my head was leaning behind and Robi's leaning at the window - sleeping. The funny thing is while we were sleeping, my head kept moving to the side and Robi's head kept going down and down.. Haha. Well, we were tired. What do you expect?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to my aunt's house to celebrate my cousin's 1st birthday. I didn't even know why I was having the moodswings but Fifah cheered me up with her cute little laugh. Overall, I did have fun. I will put the pictures soon aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I got something and I'm quite pleased with it. Pleased but not satisfied. We had Geography and History Common Test. Almost everyone made noise when the teacher-who-like-to-shout said that History students must take 5 foolscaps while Geog students must take 2. My eyes just went big when I saw the History paper :O I hope I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun and I played badminton for a few hours near Amirah's house. We even tried using the excersice thingy. It reminds me a lot of things.. As we gave up waiting for Amirah, we went home and I ate at her house. Note: I fast. Remember? So that's why I'm here right now. Okay got to go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4805192348306931237?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4805192348306931237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4805192348306931237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4805192348306931237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4805192348306931237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/patience.html' title='patience,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7569473331872585343</id><published>2008-07-24T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:35:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't read,</title><content type='html'>(Finally, Mr Chang wasn't in school due to some reasons!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mood swing is an extreme or rapid change in mood. I don't like moodswings because it's making my temper worse, I tell you. Recently(and even now), I'm pissed at someone, someone, someone or something else. I think the time when we had our last cca, it was my final straw. My heart was beating very fast and of course, I tried controlled my anger but IT'S USELESS. Don't get the wrong idea, eh? This has nothing to do with cca &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more pissed off. I don't care whether he or she is my close friend. BUT I'm glad to have Munik, Mirah, Robi, Zong Di, Brandon and Xiu Jie to make me happy, at least. I know this IS my blog and I have my say but at times, I tend to hesitate to write something but I'd decided not to because some people have narrow-minded(I'm not referring to anyone ah ey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks for your concern, Munini :B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are you even reading this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Amirah's house after school. I ate my so-called lunch there and of course, WITCH that I won't ever ever ever reject your offer when you invited me to come to your house. Since it's free and I mean, really - why not? We were watching Korean Drama and I even get to eat Ice Cream too! - Again. We played badminton at 5.30 till 6.16. It sucked since we have not been playing it for such a long time. We really looked like retarded people, playing badminton. At least, we had fun. We couldn't stop ourselves from laughing because we just find playing badminton hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I would like to tell you a short story. Once upon a time, there was a tall witch and a short tree. Surprisingly, the short tree could talk! Eventhough they are different, they didn't care about it and became best of friends. They always hang out at either Tree Island or Witch Island to play computer or watch some drama. Not only that, they even enjoyed playing sports too! Of all sports, it's badminton. Short tree's opinion was that she like to play this sport as she love to feel the feeling of the movement~ Due to some pathetic reasons, they had no time to play. One day, they were bored and they were not sure whether they wanted to play computer or watch television again. They were even sick of it~ Oh my goodness! So the tall witch and the short tree decided to play badminton. It was hard because they've not been playing it. It was tough and all but to them, it's about having fun and laughter. They were accusing each other of not focusing and not doing it properly in a jokingly way.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The tall witch: Eh! Focus! Seee, drop already! "&lt;br /&gt;Short tree laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Short tree started the game again and even the tall witch failed to catch it too.&lt;br /&gt;The shorty tree: Eh Focus! Seee, drop already! "&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the moral of the story is don't ever follow what your friends say or do. Lol. This can apply to some people too (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7569473331872585343?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7569473331872585343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7569473331872585343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7569473331872585343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7569473331872585343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-read.html' title='don&apos;t read,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-923391238938285511</id><published>2008-07-23T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:15.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIcfkgrO9SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2wOybgScAXQ/s1600-h/Happy_by_useyourwitts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180604693771554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIcfkgrO9SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2wOybgScAXQ/s200/Happy_by_useyourwitts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing interesting happen today except getting oreo cheesecake from Mrs See! Okay, I love you Mrs See. Since there were few people came for Math remedial, she cancelled it and invited(that's what she said) us to the canteen. I'm happy enough that I got to taste her oreo cheesecake. Those people who didn't get to try will regret it, I'm very sure. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, I oreo cheesecake-ing~ (Remember kinder bueno? Lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-923391238938285511?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/923391238938285511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=923391238938285511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/923391238938285511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/923391238938285511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummy.html' title='yummy,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIcfkgrO9SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2wOybgScAXQ/s72-c/Happy_by_useyourwitts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4437781815163512340</id><published>2008-07-22T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:08:20.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>For morning assembly, I think 3/3's the only class that did not cover up the space. I mean, I(with Vivian and Sabelle too) was with the boys at the front and there was a huge gap after us. Baolin was standing in the centre - alone and the rest of the girls were standing behind her yet Mr Shafie didn't scold us. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed one period of DnT because I think Mr Ng had something to do. I was busy reading Till' We Meet Again book until I couldn't take it anymore and took a nap. When I woke up, I realised Mr Ng still wasn't there and the class was very noisy. (Mun and Robi were sleeping too!)&lt;br /&gt;During assembly, I SAW MR CHANG AT THE HALL! I thought he's not in school for once in a while. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm getting sick of updating this blog - saying the same old things. I need something exciting or adventure? In my opinion, I'm having moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I don't care if you're not talking to me. " Don't friend, don't friend orh! " I mean, I'm not even talking to you too. But I'm just pissed that everywhere I go, you and you keep passing by. It's kind of irritating. So what if you're not talking to me? I don't care. It doesn't make any difference if you didn't come for _____. Kental ah boi. (Roll eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not for once in a while I show my bad side of me to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4437781815163512340?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4437781815163512340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4437781815163512340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4437781815163512340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4437781815163512340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4184038729925524708</id><published>2008-07-21T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chb,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I feel right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225441967240370306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIR_yJvH2II/AAAAAAAAATw/NzyvHJNq-mI/s200/Wet_and_Sad_by_Nyoopi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4184038729925524708?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4184038729925524708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4184038729925524708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4184038729925524708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4184038729925524708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-just-sucked-big-time-and-i-mean.html' title='chb,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIR_yJvH2II/AAAAAAAAATw/NzyvHJNq-mI/s72-c/Wet_and_Sad_by_Nyoopi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1336233433493025261</id><published>2008-07-19T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:15.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIHhS8r-uZI/AAAAAAAAATg/ttZDSQc7voo/s1600-h/fifty_by_TheBeginningOfTheEnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224704758370974098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIHhS8r-uZI/AAAAAAAAATg/ttZDSQc7voo/s200/fifty_by_TheBeginningOfTheEnd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always thought that reminiscing the past is okay. Well, it was until I read the old stuffs again. I was expecting myself to be okay and just smile just because it had happened. But I didn't yet I felt such pain in return. I thought I've moved on and am happy with who I am right now. Yes, I am indeed happy that I got such wonderful friends and with the life that God've given me. This heart just won't tell me the truth but questions that need answers to be given. Maybe I just need more time but how much more do I need? 5 months? 1 year or even more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1336233433493025261?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1336233433493025261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1336233433493025261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1336233433493025261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1336233433493025261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonder.html' title='wonder,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIHhS8r-uZI/AAAAAAAAATg/ttZDSQc7voo/s72-c/fifty_by_TheBeginningOfTheEnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-156475587001078634</id><published>2008-07-19T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:16.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>Hi, I am Sabila typing here because this is my blog and.. ok.&lt;br /&gt;I went for jogging with Mirah early in the morning. Jogging with her reminds me of the past events especially Games Day(and of course those memories..) We did spend our time talking and imagining how's it going to be like when we are going to be away at Pulau Ubin? Different camp but same location.. Anyway, we had our breakfast(Mac) at Elias Mall. Nice~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224699083635782082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIHcIoprccI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vh83_P_Kwv0/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Much more simpler by editing it.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd registered online to do my CIP at the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;those who are supposed to do it with me, beep me ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-156475587001078634?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/156475587001078634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=156475587001078634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/156475587001078634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/156475587001078634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-i-am-sabila-typing-here-because-this.html' title='what?'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SIHcIoprccI/AAAAAAAAATY/Vh83_P_Kwv0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4608543387489572105</id><published>2008-07-18T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:16.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I shall update about yesterday too since I did not(Obvious much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was very fun with Mr Shafie around. I mean, he may be sarcastic and all but look at the positive side, he's great and never ever fails to make me laugh(Unless he starts shouting around just because he's pissed) I'd wanted to type it here and tell what Mr Shafie did to make me laugh. Pity, I had forgotten what's the joke. Aiyah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what's wrong with me. Actually, there's nothing wrong with me. I was just wondering why am I answering every questions that Mr Suhaimy asked? D-uh, I was very sleepy and I WON'T answer his questions if I'm in that kind of state. I just did with my eyes half-open during History lesson. Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT was still not fun. Actually, I was looking forward to the lesson as I had said it's practical but thanks to two people, Mr Chang got pissed and gave a lecture to both of them. We wasted around 30 minutes which I think is a lot. Anyway, we still did our mechanism projcect but it seemed like we were the only ones who did nothing(Not really nothing ah..) Because we were waiting for Mr Ng and as we wait for him to come back, it's already 1.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Central with Mirah and Munek for usual and had a chat. I thought of going home straight after that but Mirah likes to tempts me by saying, " Mau main api?(Wana play fire?)" Don't get it wrong and thought we were smoking. Typical~ While playing with fire, I did helped Mirah with her art. I think my brain was full of smoke that I was having a great headache. As soon as I reached home, I slept till the next day. That explains why I didn't update my blog.. (Pictures will be uploaded tomorrow, most probably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, everything went fine. Dina even pinched me, I think thrice, just to wake me up. Anyway, I asked her to because I felt sleepy during Math lesson. Mrs See saw it and laughed at me. Ha-ha. But it's still an achievement to me during Self-study period because I'd finished up my History weekend homework! ^^ (There's still other weekend homework too.. Aiyah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, ENGLISH COMMON TEST SUCKED BIG BIG TIME! I'm not saying it's totally bad. I did question number 1. It's Do you agree that the mass media has a great influence on people especially younger generation? I'm just scared that I'm out of point! I CAN'T afford to fail this paper. Come on, it's 30%! 30(bloody)% is really damn lot. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when's Mr Yap going back? :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224338162844987986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SICT4R7kclI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rIH6zwmeICM/s200/DSC00051+copy.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4608543387489572105?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4608543387489572105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4608543387489572105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4608543387489572105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4608543387489572105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream.html' title='dream,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SICT4R7kclI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rIH6zwmeICM/s72-c/DSC00051+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-2154507670083524744</id><published>2008-07-16T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:44:02.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself it's fine, it's okay. I will still meet them eventhough it's somewhat different. DON'T YOU FEEL PISSED?! I mean, Nabila told me that I got chosen for OBS! I'm supposed to be happy but no! Want to know why?! I will be having my National Camp with other uniformed groups and it's from 11-14 August. Guess what, OBS is from 11-15 August. Great or what?! However, I find it funny because for both events, their location is at Pulau Ubin so that means I will be seeing my friends there too. (sarcastic laugh) Anyway, I can't do anything because I paid for the National Camp. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was early to school today, AGAIN. Mr Colin told us Mr Yap is on course and the Physic Common Test paper will be marking late. English lesson was boring except for Mr Shafie. He suggested that we should act in a musical thingy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Shafie walks like gangster.. Next,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Shafie(dance like ballet): Call my mother~ Call my mother~&lt;br /&gt;He sang it with the musical tone. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NABILA! :D suke dier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-2154507670083524744?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/2154507670083524744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=2154507670083524744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2154507670083524744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2154507670083524744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-keep-telling-myself-its-fine-its-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-9146930311034487701</id><published>2008-07-15T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:20:18.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05881-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 144px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/DSC05881-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ms Ng brought us to the Chemistry Lab to try out some experiments. I tasted the acid and alkali. I prefer alkali than acid because alkali is like tasteless but acid is like terribly sour. This time, the sour taste is quite different. It felt like as if someone is poking your tongue. Yucks! We even tried using universal indicator with the chemicals. (Psst, I broke a glass tube - accidentally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, Chemistry lesson made my day unlike my stomach. I was having a bad stomache cramp. The pain will come and go which was kind of annoying. I think, I went to the toilet a lot of times and of course, I didn't do any small or big business there. I thought Mrs See came to school but it's relief period instead. I read the book Till' We Meet Again for almost one period and I fell asleep because I think the atmosphere was very cooling that made me feel sleepy. Xiu Jie and Brandon couldn't stop disturbing my so not beauty sleep especially Brandon. He took my pen and poked my cheeks and eyes. Irritated, I sat up and threw the storybook with an unhappy look. Brandon should have said sorry to me but he ended up laughing at me. Not only that, they kept banging the table to wake me up or shake my hand a lot of times. Then again, what's their purpose?! Lol? Nothing better to do, ah guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...Soon right after recess, I found out that Mrs See DID come to school. I was wondering why she didn't come to class and teach and then Dina told me she had a fall, I think? But from what I see, she's fine. o.O Who knows right(my conclusion ah), did Mr Yap and Mr Mahathir made a promise that they won't be coming to school for two days(Monday and today) or tomorrow also(and tomorrow3)? It's very easy to spot them whether they were in school or not. Please Mr Yap, 3/4 needs you =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to DnT but I was disappointed when Mr Ng said that we are going to do practical on this Thursday. So there's no practical, it's Theory obviously. After Mr Ng talked about mechanism and etc, we practiced doing our working drawing. It's ________ when I had to keep erasing the mistakes that I'd done. In the end, I gave up and finished up the Plan view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05891-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 184px; height: 146px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/malyfe/DSC05891-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We(Amirah and I) had tuition at 2.30 till 4.30pm.. If I'm not wrong, that was the only time we could really sit, relax and had a chat with each other. It has been such a long time we did that! Amirah with her councillor stuffs and etc and I, there's no need for you to find out. Before I went home, we had fun. Right Mirah? We finished two boxes of matches and was laughing excitedly. When we had no more matches, we used lighter to burn it more and light a candle. Maybe some of you may think it's boring but it was really fun except for the guy who kept walking to and fro. He's Amirah's neighbour. No wonder she's like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-9146930311034487701?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/9146930311034487701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=9146930311034487701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/9146930311034487701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/9146930311034487701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/ms-ng-brought-us-to-chemistry-lab-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6909391530921923613</id><published>2008-07-14T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:59:01.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really damn frustrated early in the morning because we had to sing the National Anthem a few times. The fact that I didn't get to read my favourite book during reading period and it made us miss almost one period of Chemistry lesson! If you want to make it after school, it's fine - I don't care but it's Chemistry lesson, for goodness sake. The fact that I had Combined Science CT just now and I thought you want us to get high marks for common tests but yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do agree with what Mr Ong said to us just now. I think some classmates of mine really  need that piece of advice or(I must say) to them, it was pure piece of bullshitx. I just swallowed every single word Mr Ong said. Yes, it's true Mr Ong can be long-winded(No offence?)but hey, he's right you know! I think the only solution for them, particularly the guys, to realise and wake up that they have no time and obviously, just a wink of an eye Eoy exams are coming soon just by repeating another year(If they still didn't change, that is) I am not saying this because I judge by their attitudes or what but I trust they can study and promote to Secondary Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing that Mr Suhaimy didn't come to school because we had time to revise our Combined Science topics. I taught Robiya the chemical equations and revised some of the chapters by myself too. For about one period, I couldn't absorb any information anymore that I took a nap. I was expecting myself to relax in Lala Land and imagining myself at some ideal place that I've been wanting to go.. INSTEAD, I dreamt of chemical equations, Mr Yap and Ms Ng teaching, chemical formulas and etc.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGAWD, I KEPT SWALLOWING EVERY SALIVA OF MINE WHILE I WAS DOING THE COMMON TEST! IT WAS FREAKING ______________! It seemed that I have more confidence in Chemistry than Physics. I felt the guilt when it's time. I just can't imagine how the teachers are gonna be more disappointed in me. I'm still feeling the guilt now but how about later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6909391530921923613?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6909391530921923613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6909391530921923613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6909391530921923613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6909391530921923613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-really-damn-frustrated-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4041649597518834203</id><published>2008-07-13T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:19:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idc,</title><content type='html'>The only thing I can do right now is to laugh. After reading all your posts, I think it's all pure of bullshit and I'm getting sick reading your favourite word. Now in my mind, I don't care what you want to talk about me or whatsoever. It has been such a long time I can't be bothered with you. So what, eh? I'm just doing my duty as a person. I didn't know you linked me(too) until I viewed your blog. I tried my best to laugh again but I couldn't. Shit, why? COS I JUST DON'T CARE. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case people still don't know what's gonna to be tested for tml's Common Test(Science):&lt;br /&gt;Physics: Moments, Work and Energy.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Basically, everything but focus more on Chemical Bondings and Acids &amp;amp; Bases.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe tomorrow's the first Common Test for Term 3. No worries, I have the confidence that I can score Combined Science. Of course, I will never disappoint Ms Ng and Mr Yap :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4041649597518834203?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4041649597518834203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4041649597518834203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4041649597518834203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4041649597518834203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-thing-i-can-do-right-now-is-to.html' title='idc,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-284317562642865652</id><published>2008-07-11T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:41:54.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be cool,</title><content type='html'>I realised it's already 6.53am when I was getting ready for school. I was almost late but I made it! I don't like it when Mr Singh lectures about being late. Anyway, it's our fault in the first place :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Munya&lt;/span&gt; didn't come to school as she got one day MC due to her gum surgery. It feels empty without her. With no one to talk to(it feels much better if Mun was around), something is like missing. At least I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Robiya&lt;/span&gt; to entertain me. For English first period, I spent my time sleeping(due to lack of sleep last night) and another period, at the library. I borrowed a book and I can't wait to read it. Brandon was being very weird yet mean to me just now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when it comes to projects especially Malay. We were divided into our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;respective&lt;/span&gt; groups and given a project to complete until one week before the Learning Festival. We'd decided to do about Co-Curricular Activities(CCA) instead since we are much more knowledgeable about it. We can do the rules and regulations but that's too common, eh? I, yours truly, be the group leader, Amirah be the designer, Hakim be the editor while Dina be the photographer. In my opinion, we really need to put our heart and soul doing it because it's 50%(CA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs See has started teaching us Coordinate Geometry. For a starting, I find it okay and I can understand it. It seemed that everyone was paying attention in class and I could see that Mrs See was happy about it. That's good for an achievement. Pity, Mun wasn't there because I think she would have enjoyed the lesson too? And I kept laughing at Mrs See's jokes.. (Actually, I'm the only one who find her jokes funny =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-study was kind of different. I did some self-study but thanks to Wei Xiang, I saw his newspapers and it tempts me to read it. In the end, I gave up and read the newspapers secretly. I have to because I know if Mr Yap saw it, he would be asking me to keep it and continue what I was supposed to do. I think he saw it but .. well, I'm not sure. Anyway after self-study period, I went for Chemistry supplementary. It was fun, really because I understand and everything went smoothly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to talk about CCA, k bye hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Muneera, are you free tomorrow? Because I want to give you your homework ^^ Beep me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-284317562642865652?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/284317562642865652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=284317562642865652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/284317562642865652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/284317562642865652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-cool.html' title='be cool,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-563684263299497275</id><published>2008-07-10T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:41:05.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money3,</title><content type='html'>I'm burning a hole in my pocket, a really big damn hole. Actually, all this while I've been saving up money just for necessary stuffs and Mun will be keeping the money for me. There's a reason on why I ask her to keep because I'm afraid I would spend the money instead, of saving it. BUT thanks to me, I have to use that amount of money that I save just to pay the bookshop $4.50 tomorrow for the digital thermometer!! Guess what, I forgot to take my old thermometer from the study table! I had no choice but to owe the bookshop money and 'buy' a new digital thermometer. Pity me. (I thought asking someone to 'buy' the thermometer for me first and then I realised I forgot to bring my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; also. Life's great, what do you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shafie&lt;/span&gt; didn't come to school because he's sick. In fact, he will not be coming to school tomorrow too. It's a good thing because I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; lesson but on the other hand, it's bad not having Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shafie&lt;/span&gt; in school as he's such a joker and never fails to make me laugh. Anyway, get well soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;! But I love '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; lesson' just now. I spent time talking about FOOD with Mun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Robiya&lt;/span&gt; and Dina most of the time. It made us laugh just because it's funny. Well, the thing is they were laughing hard at me just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DnT&lt;/span&gt; class was fun - laughing at the teachers especially. Mr Chang's expression was very funny when Mun asked him whether he wanted chocolate?(By showing her chocolate pencil case) At the later time, he even had the time to ask us, " Eh, what's this chocolate thing ah? " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! And then, he made a funny expression when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;adidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;watch's&lt;/span&gt; beep was beep3 all the way. I caught Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; a few times for even laughing with us at the same time. Maybe, most probably, he also thinks Mr Chang is funny too? It happens a lot of times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, both teachers are funny in their own way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Robiya&lt;/span&gt;, Mun and I have started doing our mechanism project.. I SUCCEEDED IN FINDING THE TRANSPARENT ACRYLIC. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yeahhhh&lt;/span&gt;! I can't wait~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Chang: (after hitting the nails) See, make sure there's 3 and its secure. See, good right.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up laughing at Mr Chang because he was wearing a funny expression.&lt;br /&gt;(I know he likes to praise himself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-563684263299497275?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/563684263299497275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=563684263299497275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/563684263299497275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/563684263299497275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-burning-hole-in-my-pocket-really-big.html' title='money3,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8464005988080359843</id><published>2008-07-09T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:28:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annyong hashimnigga</title><content type='html'>The beginning of the day didn't start very well because those who did not bring their thermometers must go to the tower and you should roughly know what happened there. The thing is no one told me about it since I came late yesterday that I missed the morning announcement. Anyway, it's over and I just need to remind myself to bring my thermometer tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. where's my thermometer again? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-8464005988080359843?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8464005988080359843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8464005988080359843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8464005988080359843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8464005988080359843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/annyong-hashimnigga.html' title='annyong hashimnigga'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5224026615714812990</id><published>2008-07-08T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:30:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 July,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't let life slip by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give me a chance, come and take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let my  love surround you, throw away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The pain of yesterday, you've gotta try to  put the past behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause now i'm in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was shocked that I woke up late because I wasn't expecting that. As far as I can remember, I did pick up the wake up call from my dad. I even replied him in a angry way(Cos I was sleepy) but when I woke up, (omg) it was 8.22am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought of not coming to school and come to cca instead. Unfortunately, my dad came home at the very wrong time and I MUST go to school even if I'm bloody late or whatsoever(Yes, I WAS LATE!) He sent me to school and asked me to gave a pathetic reason. I would be expecting a lecture from Mr Singh but I was excused thanks to my pathetic reason. I won't say out my reason here because I think most of you might find the reason too.. negative and it would make you think what kind of person I am? (I even missed the chemistry test. Tsk) The funny thing was everyone was panicking that I didn't come to school because today is a Cca day. HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it's Tuesday but we didn't do that much. Anyway, we had a mini quiz about mechanism during DnT class. I FORGOT WHAT IS MECHANICAL ADVANTAGE!!!! Now that I know about it, it's bloody hell easy lah. Remember mechanical advantage is load over effort! I don't know why I felt sleepy during the lesson that I kept yawning :3 I think that's all. I will be having Physics test tomorrow~ and surprisngly, dad let me go for the international cadet camp T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5224026615714812990?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5224026615714812990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5224026615714812990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5224026615714812990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5224026615714812990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/8-july.html' title='8 July,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4298190970863364433</id><published>2008-07-08T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elephant,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SHJAuLZ5xnI/AAAAAAAAATI/mfbdQr5BohY/s1600-h/DSCN4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SHJAuLZ5xnI/AAAAAAAAATI/mfbdQr5BohY/s200/DSCN4924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306080155420274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birthdaymessages.com/bullet.gif" /&gt;Smiles and laughter, joy and cheer&lt;br /&gt;New happiness that stays throughout the year&lt;br /&gt;Hope your birthday brings all these and more&lt;br /&gt;Filling life with surprise and joys galore! &lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday and many happy returns of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4298190970863364433?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4298190970863364433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4298190970863364433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4298190970863364433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4298190970863364433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/elephant.html' title='elephant,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SHJAuLZ5xnI/AAAAAAAAATI/mfbdQr5BohY/s72-c/DSCN4924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-2753082706140796464</id><published>2008-07-07T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:17.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SHI0JYHYPXI/AAAAAAAAATA/sigelCBSSow/s1600-h/DSCN49277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SHI0JYHYPXI/AAAAAAAAATA/sigelCBSSow/s200/DSCN49277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220292253772692850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mun, Amirah and I went to Plaza Sing to watch a movie(21..) Supposedly, Dina would be watching the movie with us but she went back home. Just because she is sick and it's really obvious. I can see from her face. Her pale look reminds me of a lady who just give birth to her child. Anyway, rest well and don't go to school tomorrow if you're sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rated the movie 6.5/10. The movie is not bad but I was hoping more to watch The Chronicles Of Narnia but.. just understand? Actually, we thought(I think it's me).. of watching N16 movie and want to see whether we can get away with it. I dropped the idea as I don't have the mood to do that. By the way, don't get it wrong. I did it a lot of times okay? :D\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday tomorrow and I don't like Tuesdays. Despite that, someone's birthday is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Who's that lucky person, eh? Haha. Ok, I'm talking shit right now. I suggest for you to stop reading this post. SERIOUSLY... just get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-2753082706140796464?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/2753082706140796464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=2753082706140796464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2753082706140796464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2753082706140796464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/21.html' title='21,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SHI0JYHYPXI/AAAAAAAAATA/sigelCBSSow/s72-c/DSCN49277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6115740467691353095</id><published>2008-07-06T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:35:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>th past,</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning up my room and I came across the Prcs Annual Mag 2007. Of course, I stopped what I was doing and flipped through some of the pages. Most of the memories were sweet and a little bit of bitterness. I ended up laughing by myself when I looked at some classes(and teachers, of course) Pity, I could not look at the Prcs Annual Mag 2006. My mum threw it away. That would be much more fun to laugh at. Well, I can still go to Munye's house and see the mag. If she still has it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss 2007 but who doesn't, eh? [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6115740467691353095?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6115740467691353095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6115740467691353095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6115740467691353095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6115740467691353095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/th-past.html' title='th past,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1882507173283494581</id><published>2008-07-06T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:19:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;,&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1) Happy with life?&lt;br /&gt;so far, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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                }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;4) Whats on your mind currently ?&lt;/div&gt; 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;5) Any craving ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;masala thosai! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;6) If you have the opportunity to act in a film, what kind of character would it be?&lt;/div&gt; 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                var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;7) Have you ever played timer before?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19'); 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                }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;10) Any siblings/cousins staying at other country?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;malaysia and indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;11)Favourite shape and colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;national day, pink and purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;12) Have ever thought that you are useless?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;most people like to think that, eh? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;13) Ever been admitted to the hospital?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;14) Any favourite cartoon character?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;the only thing i can remember is power rangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;15) What do you want to buy currently?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;16) You consider yourself wild?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;yes, very. haha! kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;17) Favourite word used often:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;i don't know but my favourite trademark is =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;18) When you are being scolded by teacher, what is the sentence that you say?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;i'm teachers's pet. you don't know meh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;19) Tea or Milo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln55"&gt;horlicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln57"&gt;20) Are you vulnerable?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;depends ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;21) Good in what subjects?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln126"&gt;42) Last talked to - on the phone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln126');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln127"&gt;aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln127');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln128');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln129"&gt;43) Favourite person to talk to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln129');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln130"&gt;in class, muneh and robi! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln130');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln131');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln132"&gt;44) What are the best thing to do in life ?&lt;/div&gt; 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                }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1882507173283494581?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1882507173283494581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1882507173283494581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1882507173283494581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1882507173283494581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;,&lt;'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3991791656756404806</id><published>2008-07-05T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:03:32.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting irritated at myself because I keep changing my blogskin. Wait, I just did. Eversince my adobe photoshop is gone, I cannot edit the blogskin like how I used to do :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Korean Drama from just now. The Korean Drama's title is 1% Of Anything. If you are one of those people who loves watching korean/taiwan/japan drama, do visit this website at www.mysoju.com. I recommend The 1st Shop Of Coffee Prince and Absolute Boyfriend. Arasto? Okay good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway, I wanna say congrats(!!) to Muneh for getting the acl post! I'm really really happy for you aye. :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I wanna go and continue watching the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, anyone wanna donate? HAHA. kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3991791656756404806?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3991791656756404806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3991791656756404806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3991791656756404806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3991791656756404806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-getting-irritated-at-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5149866411679278077</id><published>2008-07-02T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:54:13.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg,</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, I met Chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; at central. I was shocked, of course. Knowing that I'm gonna be late for school, I ended the conversation with him and went to school with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Khalis&lt;/span&gt;(like robots) Basically, we were walking like train while talking at the same time. To make it worse, I was perspiring like hell. But phew, I managed to reach school on time. (Cursed you, Monkey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only Critical Writing period but a consent form greeted me with such a weird expression, and gave me a sarcastic laugh. COMMON TESTS ARE COMING SOOOOON! (faints) Just because of this thingy, I realised Oh my god?! It's July already! Time flies fast, man! Without realising it, I will be doing my N Levels soooooooon. I've got to work really really damn hard. Mugging, yes mugging. (continuing fainting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yap wasn't in school just now. No wonder during morning assembly, I felt something was different. Instead, Mr Colin taught us Physics. He's good, I must say. I can understand him too. Somehow, I tend to laugh at him because he likes to say certain words. Examples: You know what Im talkin not? or K steady or give wake up calls. I was wondering why he like to talk about roller coaster. I know it's a good example but why? Haha! Anyway, we didn't do that much during English lesson.. Mr Shafie told us about www.asknlearn.com for few minutes and he gave us time to surf the net. Bloody hell, he's cool. I can admit I'm glad to have him as my home tutor. What what what what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, History lesson is the best of all. We got to see videos of British and Germany war. Of course, I got excited when the video was not even started yet! One thing about me if I want to watch videos of war, I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE DISTRACT ME. IT'S ANNOYING! Just because I don't want to miss any important facts or whatsoever. See, I'm a history lover. That's why I'm a history student. Shut up okay, Mirah? So what, history student like me is slow? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Kak Nabilah's house for tuiton. It lasted till 5pm. After that, I met Abg Izzat and gave him his so-called belated present. I'm glad he like it :D:D (Oh shit, I've got to go. I need to finish up my Math homeowork: toacahsoh ah?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5149866411679278077?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5149866411679278077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5149866411679278077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5149866411679278077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5149866411679278077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title='omg,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5391115496978848434</id><published>2008-07-01T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:12:10.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throat hurts,</title><content type='html'>I can understand Mr Mahathir more than Ms Ng. He succeeded in making me understand the chemical formulas. Eventhough I can understand him better, it's weird knowing that he's my Chemistry teacher. Anyway, I am still trying getting used to it. Actually, I feel uncomfortable when he's around. (I don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math lesson was really dull. I was crying out of boredom until Irfan kept looking at me. For goodness sake, I wasn't crying! I'd started to pay attention when Mrs See was fully teaching us about TOACAHSOH. I am glad my doubts were clear during Math lesson cos I was still confused how to know which method should I use to find out the angle or length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design class is still the best, thanks to Mr Ng. Sometimes I can't believe that he's our discipline teacher because when he's in class, he's totally different. In fact, Muneera, Robiya and I are the one who tend to laugh at him even for silly little things. We discussed about our mechanism project and to me, our project idea is so cool. Not only that, Mr Ng even taught us about Mechanism. When lesson was about to end, he told Robiya and I that St.John's pledge is the longest he'd ever heard of. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Pc, Mr Marvin Leong took our class for sexuality education. I don't find the lesson that EXCITING or SEXUALLY INTERESTING at all. In the end, it made me pissed off even more. It was gross when Mr Marvin told us about something which I think it's not appropriate for me to write it here. In fact, it's about the guys.. (SHIVERS) Disgusting! And say to yourself that never ever try sex until you get married! Ok?! Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was okay. Khalis, Amirah and I are losing our voices slowly~. Frankly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.....................................................................................................................................................................)&lt;br /&gt;I'd decided not to write it here. It's best for me to keep it to myself [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay, there will be no chemistry lesson till Friday and I will be looking forward to Physics lesson instead. (Will Mr Yap or Mr Collin be happy about it? Lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5391115496978848434?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5391115496978848434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5391115496978848434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5391115496978848434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5391115496978848434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/07/throat-hurts.html' title='throat hurts,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-2132686179263265764</id><published>2008-06-30T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:04:47.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know my post is pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so shut up.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think school turned out quite okay except something. I was being very restless especially during Chemistry lesson. Noise pollution that exists all around me kept bothering my soul and mind(=.=) and on top of that, with Mr Mahathir busy talking on about this and that.. It happened during Physics too. I don't know why I didn't shout at them and ask them to be quiet. Maybe I was trying my best to control my anger. (I must always practice doing that) Unintentionally, I scolded Robi because she kept calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only lesson I enjoyed myself was History. Only Robi, Saranya and I were in the class while the others sitting outside of the classroom. I mean, like d-uh? They didn't do their June Holiday Assignment. Mr Suhaimy taught us about World War 1. What's with the allies, central powers or Franz Ferdinand? After for about 35 minutes later, I started to feel sleepy. In order to prevent me from sleeping is to ask Robiya to pinch me until I am awake. We keep doing that to each other when we are sleepy especially during History or Dnt lessons. She's like my shadow person. Everywhere I go, she will be there because .. I am in the same class, has same subjects as her except for Mother Tongue. Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been mentally tired, not physically. Right Amirah? Do agree with me. At home, I just went (snap fingers) .. ZzZz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-2132686179263265764?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/2132686179263265764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=2132686179263265764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2132686179263265764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2132686179263265764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-school-turned-out-quite-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6743650661007532412</id><published>2008-06-29T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:09:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feel like closing it down, haha. maybe.. soon?&lt;br /&gt;k bye. shut up can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6743650661007532412?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6743650661007532412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6743650661007532412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6743650661007532412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6743650661007532412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/feel-like-closing-it-down-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1581310618746417730</id><published>2008-06-24T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:44:27.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm still alive but who cares, my life is over. After knowing the new timetable, great or what? Mr Yap is 3/3's co-home tutor(Anyway, he's still our Physics teacher and Mr Collin will be replacing Ms Lena Lim) and Mr Mahathir will be our chemistry teacher, replacing Mr Neo. Maybe you think it's such a small matter but I find it so.. On second thought, I think it's cool/funny/good. I will be seeing both of them a lot regardless of cca, school or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It looked so wrong to have Mr Yap as my co-home tutor cos I always look at him as my Physics teacher. For the above para ^^, I'm not saying it's bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mr Shafie changed the seating arrangement and the great thing is, my seating position does not change, at all! It means I'm still sitting in front of Robiya. Steady lar sey~ Thank you so much, Mr Shafie - for not changing our places. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Marina replaced Mr Ridzuan for our Malay class. Quite disappointing that he's not going to teach us anymore but after talking with the new teacher, hey I think she's okay. Speaking of teachers, my Physics Holiday homework is still incomplete. I'm dead~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had St John's Day in the morning and of course, I will keep the comments to myself. So far, today is boring and very very very warm since I wore the full uniform for the whole damn day. Basically, we didn't really do much just now cos I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please stop reading my post, no? I'm using duck language here. You are not welcome. Yes, I'm talking to you. Of course, it's you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1581310618746417730?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1581310618746417730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1581310618746417730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1581310618746417730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1581310618746417730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-im-still-alive-but-who-cares-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4446861576444203632</id><published>2008-06-20T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:47:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yuni&lt;/span&gt; said my new nickname besides duck(=.=) is Pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so tempted to give you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loooooooooooook&lt;/span&gt;. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pro Utilitate Hominum.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yuni&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4446861576444203632?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4446861576444203632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4446861576444203632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4446861576444203632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4446861576444203632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/yuni-said-my-new-nickname-besides-duck.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6830041975134268484</id><published>2008-06-20T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:50:44.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1.42am and I am still awake. I'm supposed to be sleeping now since I have to wake up early in the morning tomorrow. I mean, later. I thought printing the forms would be just a minute. I'm sitting here like an idiot, waiting for the damn computer to load, install and etc.. I can't be harsh on this computer. It has feelings too, whatever. If I'm too harsh on it, it would give me such problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm blogging now, I think it's best for me to write about yesterday too. (What?) I woke up early in the morning and went to school. We had cca in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9am-1pm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cca, I went to central to have our 'breakfast' with Amirah and had fun - just by talking about stuffs like what we used to do. Okay so long and goodbye, I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6830041975134268484?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6830041975134268484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6830041975134268484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6830041975134268484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6830041975134268484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-932535913255295371</id><published>2008-06-11T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:33:15.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I just realised it's the third week of the month. I thought it's the second week. SECOND WEEK!!!!! Can you believe that? Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; Park with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nabila&lt;/span&gt; for jogging tomorrow. I mean, like finally? I've been eating a lot like a pig. I will be jogging tomorrow~ At least, it is better than nothing, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the third week of the month and I haven't finish my holiday assignments yet. Who is kind enough to go out with me and do our homework at the library or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preferably&lt;/span&gt; at the Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye, I need to finish up my Math ass.book T.T&lt;br /&gt;(Those who would like to join Nabila and I to Prp or accompany me to do homework with me, please message me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-932535913255295371?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/932535913255295371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=932535913255295371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/932535913255295371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/932535913255295371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='finally,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4810861801883045832</id><published>2008-06-11T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:25:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me that yawn look,</title><content type='html'>I am back on the 8t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; June, just that I wasn't using the laptop for a while. I've been spending my time watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vcds&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; while doing Math assessment book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shrugs) I think people might think I am crazy and need a break to have some rest before the new term starts. You tell me how or what am I supposed to do? I failed Math. Knowing that my Math is very weak, dad bought those O-Level books and asked me to do. I'm not giving the impression that I don't care or I don't bother but somehow, the burden is too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might take it or I can fully take this pressure. What?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow along the way, I can explode. I don't know whether I am pressurized or stressed but I've been told. I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to KL wasn't that exciting. I should be saying I enjoyed the trip and whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4810861801883045832?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4810861801883045832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4810861801883045832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4810861801883045832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4810861801883045832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/show-me-that-yawn-look.html' title='show me that yawn look,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1536105158472160770</id><published>2008-06-05T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:06:30.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep3,</title><content type='html'>I did not sleep at all last night. In return, I got two panda eyes. My mirror cracked when it saw me. Believe me, please. I had decided not to sleep when I came to realise it was already 2.30am. I did not want to sleep for a while for I am afraid that I would overslept and there you go, my life was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached White Sands, I rushed to 7 eleven and bought a cold mocha coffee drink to boost up my energy. At first, it did not work until I couldn't find myself to sleep and ended up getting a headache and neck pain. As the Bukit Batok Fire Station is at west side, we were not sure of where to go and lost our way BUT we reached the place. You might wondering why I am talking about Hill Cough and stuffs but we had our Civil Defense Course from 8.45am till 5.30pm. I have to admit the guys are very hot or good-looking or cute or charming. I couldn't stop staring at this guy.. I mean, like d-uh? You can't blame me. Looks are too much deceiving. Anyway, Corporal I-don't-know-who briefed us what is First Aid. I swear he was delaying the course by telling us his grandfather stories. At least, he made me laugh. (But I didn't know First Aid has the connection with the word:Sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, I got something to tell you. There is this unknown guy msged me. He wanted to know me. Isn't he disgusting? Wanna know what I replied to him?&lt;br /&gt;Unk: Haii.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;Unk: ____.Bleh knal2. Tkletkp.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im sorry but I think you msgd the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Unk: Are u sabila? Schl pasir sir park sec?(&lt;/span&gt;What the hell?!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: No. Im 42 year old lady. My husband died 17 years ago but I will be glad to entertain you [;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After going through four or five modules, we had a short test consists of 15 questions. I find the paper easy. It would be impossible for people to fail this test. So we took an mrt to Yishun and took a 39 bus. I fell asleep when I felt the air-conditioner right on top of my head. (I would be having 10 badges inclusive of other badges. There's one more to go :National Camp at Pulau Ubin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I WILL BE AWAY TMRW TILL 8TH JUNE,&lt;br /&gt;TO KUALA LUMPUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am thinking of what to buy for her and her and need to search black vans old school shoe or Megadeth Live Version Dvd for Abg Izzat. Oh oh, I forgot someone. I must buy for him too :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1536105158472160770?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1536105158472160770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1536105158472160770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1536105158472160770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1536105158472160770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleep3.html' title='sleep3,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4005225886687806809</id><published>2008-06-04T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:29:18.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disgusted, really</title><content type='html'>WHO THE BLOODY HELL PUT MY NUMBER INSIDE THE BUS OR WHEREVER?! I find this childish, really. If you are not satisfied with me, you just talk things out with me. Excuse me, don't be such a childish person and vandalise the place with my number!! What's wrong with you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing, I detest guys when it comes to this. note: &lt;strong&gt;detest&lt;/strong&gt;. By calling me, you are trying to say to me that you are so desperate for girls. I mean, like d-uh? Omg, I AM so disgusted.You think I am what? Cheap? Prostitute? And HOW DARE YOU WHEN YOU ASKED ME TO BE CHEAP?!! No manners! Oh never mind, I understand. You had deprived childhood, no wonder. When you were younger, your mum did not give you the chance to do these type of things. So what if the way I talk is very rude or whatsoever? EH HELLO, I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already pissed about this and something made me pissed even more. Wow, great. I feel like slamming everything into broken pieces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OH GREAT! THE TAGBOARD IS GIVING ME PROBLEMS! BLOODY HELL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4005225886687806809?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4005225886687806809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4005225886687806809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4005225886687806809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4005225886687806809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/disgusted-really.html' title='disgusted, really'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5926134469416046772</id><published>2008-06-03T21:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:24:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored disease,</title><content type='html'>What's the use of having holidays? Tell me. It is so boring here, all alone. I think I wouldn't be here complaining at this blog of mine if I were to have siblings. Isn't it great to have siblings? I can watch soccer with my brother OR have mature and open-minded talks with my sister. The feeling is great. Pity, I am the only child. No no.. Actually, I am not. I am supposed to have two older brothers and a younger sister. Well, God loves them than we do. You should get what I mean, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excluding Izzat of course. Despite being my so-called brother, I will always consider him as my ordinary friend. I do feel some brother love from him and I always respect him as my senior. So-called brother or what, it is still different. I want my own blood brother. Stop reading this! Read the one below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can only imagine how does it feel like to have siblings. Imagining if I were to have two older brothers protecting me from harm and will just kick their own species's balls who made their little sister cry, which is me. I want to feel being loved and protected. No, don't think getting a boyfriend will give me the same feeling. It is different. Anyway, I don't want a boyfriend right now. I think that is not important now. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's good to be an only child. I don't think so. I know it's good to have everything to yourself. Does not mean I am the only child, I can get everything. Sometimes, I can't get what I really want. Parents always wants the best for their only daughter. Frankly speaking, I don't really like when people say that I will always get everything that I want. It is not true. Besides that, it is kind of good to be the only child. BUT I STILL WANT SIBLINGS LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm complaining or spouting my thoughts here when I am supposed to do something more beneficial. I have to say thank you very much to Shila, Huda and especially to Hakim for chatting with me. I would be dying here with bubbles all over me, with no one to talk to. Bubbles: SYMPTOMS OF BORED DISEASES. Oh shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5926134469416046772?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5926134469416046772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5926134469416046772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5926134469416046772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5926134469416046772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-disease.html' title='bored disease,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-814240012852256554</id><published>2008-06-03T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:33:53.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need time-turner,</title><content type='html'>Hi. Hey. Good Morning. Hello. (checks time)&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait, good afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;I came across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rizkha's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;livejournal&lt;/span&gt; and copied something.&lt;br /&gt;Here's it, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hurt, of course but I will seek the truth from his own mouth. And hoping he won't lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be an architect  (dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far. With petals of flowers everywhere. It's only me and my husband, on a boat. Candlelight dinner and some aroma to add the romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not confused. I always fear something will happen, something that I dont want to. Something that is unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Can't he just be my ex-boyfriend?&lt;/s&gt; Loving, caring. Likes to make jokes. With a sweet smile. Care for me always. I want a guy who respect me as who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loved by someone. That's more worth it, right? Rather than loving someone but did not get his love in return. That's hurtful, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say forever but if I can bear with the waiting, yeah. I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe that's just a crush? Looks can be deceiving. Who knows he has a lot of admirers and it happens that I'm one of them. I just move on and wait for a love angel to struck me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overseas, doing nursing or business work. With my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#11 Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, best friend and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#12 Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single. Get rich. Then marry my everything. Anyway, money is not important. Just with an average pay and get happily married with my husband, that's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#13 What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off my phone alarm and check phone. Sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes but I can't just keep giving all. Hopefully, it proves to him that I'm willing to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#15 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pick the guy who is willing sacrifice me just to see my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#16 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spontaneous. Sociable. Mature. Funny. Sarcastic. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#17 What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, you don't have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-814240012852256554?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/814240012852256554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=814240012852256554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/814240012852256554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/814240012852256554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title='i need time-turner,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1511684211365441713</id><published>2008-06-03T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:16:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday, Nurul Aeiyuni!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, you're finally 15 eh! Yeay, Yuni is officially fifteen. Enjoy your day till' it lasts, birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Iezegqxkey"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Iezegqxkey" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Continue reading Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1511684211365441713?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1511684211365441713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1511684211365441713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1511684211365441713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1511684211365441713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-o-happy-15th-birthday-nurul-aeiyuni.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3585254817005469764</id><published>2008-06-02T16:56:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:53:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obssessive,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt as if I didnt use the laptop for so long when its only yesterday. Well, I wasnt busy. Yesterday, I spent my whole day, reading Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows - again, doing math sums, reading HPATDH, doing math sums, reading.. You get the point. Boring, eh? Nah, it occupied my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I just realised I took 2-3 days to finish the Harry Potter book and finally really really reaally understand the whole story. The best part about reading the book was that it gave me a mixture of feelings. For once(not really), I feel sorry for Tom Marvolo Riddle. Yes, he's You-Know-Who, Lord Voldermort, 'the greatest wizard of all'. Thinking back, what if he know what is love in the first place? He wouldnt kill innocent muggles and those who didnt want to join the Dark Side. It made me think.. what if Tom M.R do have a good heart? I know it's (fill in the blanks) to create such thinking. Its J.K Rowling's story afterall aye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets just put that aside and know more about fanfiction stories instead. Have you ever imagine Hermione Granger, is in love with Tom Riddle? Yes, TOM RIDDLE. I was once a very obsessive fan of Harry Potter's that I even searched the net to find some informations about them. Then, I came across a web. It is a website filled with fanfiction stories, meaning there are Ella, Farenheit, Harry Potter stories and etc(your favourite actor/actresses)made by fans out there. We can even sign up and make such stories ourselves! You dont even want to know that I fancy Draco Malfoy(and even Tom Riddle, when he's young of course). Yeah.. yeah, that Ferret Boy. I just think he's hot. Fans had made stories about Draco Malfoy with Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle with Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and so on. My top favourite is the one I mentioned above: Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger. Now I think you guys should read the 'real' stories instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the link: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st: &lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/BackinTime/"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/BackinTime/&lt;/a&gt; 2nd:&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/BackinTimeII/"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/BackinTimeII/&lt;/a&gt; 3rd:&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/BackinTimeIII/"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/BackinTimeIII/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just love the story but when it comes to the 3rd chapter, I hate it. The writer of the story did not complete the story and left me frustrated. Sometimes, I do check whether its completed, who knows but it is STILL not completed. Oh my dear writer, please complete the story!! =.= Anyway, you will find yourself, liking Tom Riddle. Just because of Hermione Granger, he changed. Cool a? Okay, I will stop telling you about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I'd started reading the Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince. Wait, I know you might think I'm retarded, crazy or insane? I know I should have start reading this first then the last book but well, who cares eh? Haha. Im reading Harry Potter books just because I want to feel the obsessive feeling back. Oohyeahh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;4. The Other Side Of The Story By Marian Keyes&lt;br /&gt;5. A Whiff Of Scandal By Carole Matthews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these books just gonna help my English, hopefully(shake butt) Okay, I want to continue reading the book and SOMEONE'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!!!!! but who? :O [; [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3585254817005469764?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3585254817005469764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3585254817005469764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3585254817005469764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3585254817005469764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-felt-as-if-i-didnt-use-laptop-for-so.html' title='obssessive,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3263864169391560156</id><published>2008-05-30T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:46:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cigicdobe,</title><content type='html'>Ive not been updating my blog cos the simple reason is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; very very very lazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out early morning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ICA&lt;/span&gt; to make my identity card. I will be getting it when school re-opens, eventhough the identity card will be done by 2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating doughnuts. Just by looking at it, it tempts me a lot. I just ate two doughnuts again. I love buying at White Sands or Bugis but I still prefer at Bugis.. (stomach's calling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch with Mum, I bought a bag. It costs at $25. Actually, I thought of buying that cigarrer(p)efedfegf(e)abcxd(n) but I had decided to buy it next time. Soon, people will be fooled by me. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3263864169391560156?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3263864169391560156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3263864169391560156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3263864169391560156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3263864169391560156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-not-been-updating-my-blog-cos.html' title='cigicdobe,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1789766425523132143</id><published>2008-05-26T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:31:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Breath in and out)&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to attend Mrs See's math supplementary class just morning but I didnt. I would like to say sorry to those who were expecting to see me especially Mrs See. This message is for Zong Da: THE REASON I DID NOT COME FOR MATH SUPP IS NOT BRANDON! Doesnt mean I was not around in school, I wouldnt know [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met Amirah and Robiya at White Sands. Actually, we were going to meet Zi Peng at White Sands Mac but we went to Temasek Polytechnic instead. I swear I was feeling odd and scared cos like duh, we ARE NOT supposed to go inside and the thing is we are still in secondary school, SECONDARY THREE! Zi peng made me frustrated and Ive been wanting to curse him for making us to walk inside and search for the damn block. So I was once a polytechnic student. We had to act as polytechnic students, walking smartly and etc.. We waited for him at the polytechnic library. It was kind of redundant because we were sitting there, doing our own stuffs. Its time for us to go to the PC Lab and did our citizenship course. I still had fun with Amirah and Robiya. And AGAIN, Zi Peng pissed me off by not helping us. He was busy playing games with his friends. Whats with the 'you will end around.. 2-3 hours' Yeah, right. We were at the polytechnic from 3 till 8+pm. Thanks alot yeah! Eventhough it was tiring but still, it was fun. Now I know the feeling to be a polytechnic student..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, I still hate your chicken hair, Wht D hell guy :B Wah, I will be having 10 badges in total after Civil Defence Course ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1789766425523132143?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1789766425523132143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1789766425523132143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1789766425523132143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1789766425523132143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/breath-in-and-out-im-supposed-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5467204746723366956</id><published>2008-05-25T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:33:12.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I know Ive not been updating but yeah.. Anyway, I watched Ayat Ayat Cinta with Mum at E!Hub. Im expecting myself to be crying and will be needing packets of tissues with me. Guess what, I DID NOT cry. So afterall, I dont really need tissues aye? I find the movie touching and sad. One thing I kept observing while watching the movie: I kept staring at Fahri! I swear he is so good looking, very sweet face and oh my god, so charming! (melts) I am wondering why the movie did not moved me? Maybe because Im sick and tired of crying about love that I dont even know whats the feeling and dont even care about it anymore, eh? :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday, Khalis. YOU DONT HAVE TO BE JEALOUS OF ME JUST BECAUSE IM OLDER THAN YOU. ITS ONLY THREE DAYS DIFFERENCE! (smack head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rated the movie 8/10. Not bad, ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5467204746723366956?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5467204746723366956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5467204746723366956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5467204746723366956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5467204746723366956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-i-know-ive-not-been-updating-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7399263631605503070</id><published>2008-05-24T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long post aye,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!! &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you to those who wished me, gave me the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; presents, made me wet and everything. Im sure Im going to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this 15th birthday of mine!! Frankly speaking, I nearly cried especially with Li's and Nab's presents. It reminds me of 2007. Aww!! I just feel touched when the junior cadets gave me a card, filled with wishes! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDVsQAStnJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u7e5YxNlVkM/s1600-h/DSCN4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203183966708669586" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDVsQAStnJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u7e5YxNlVkM/s200/DSCN4535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDVwhQStnLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yiYdtRd1m18/s1600-h/DSCN4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203188661107924146" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDVwhQStnLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yiYdtRd1m18/s200/DSCN4548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmmMAStnSI/AAAAAAAAARw/yH2OAadJdKw/s1600-h/DSCN4559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204373569570446626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmmMAStnSI/AAAAAAAAARw/yH2OAadJdKw/s200/DSCN4559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmlvAStnRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qy_YwJiDHYY/s1600-h/DSCN4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204373071354240274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmlvAStnRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Qy_YwJiDHYY/s200/DSCN4558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmqPAStnTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VGOJYz-qgbo/s1600-h/DSCN4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204378019156565298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmqPAStnTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VGOJYz-qgbo/s200/DSCN4551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;That watch, cute lovelies and box are from Aisyah, Yuni and Shu respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening Shu's present was so heartbreaking! (Point at the wrappers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmqwAStnUI/AAAAAAAAASA/n03VXYXgHwA/s1600-h/DSCN4560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204378586092248386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmqwAStnUI/AAAAAAAAASA/n03VXYXgHwA/s200/DSCN4560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmz8AStnXI/AAAAAAAAASY/NiYK1mMdAiE/s1600-h/DSCN4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204388687855328626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmz8AStnXI/AAAAAAAAASY/NiYK1mMdAiE/s200/DSCN4564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmzzwStnWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZykKL2U2XOE/s1600-h/DSCN4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204388546121407842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmzzwStnWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZykKL2U2XOE/s200/DSCN4563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDm1ZwStnZI/AAAAAAAAASo/dKDYH1EwECU/s1600-h/DSCN4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204390298468064658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDm1ZwStnZI/AAAAAAAAASo/dKDYH1EwECU/s200/DSCN4566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDm0wwStnYI/AAAAAAAAASg/JM0M_6Ys3BI/s1600-h/DSCN4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204389594093428098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDm0wwStnYI/AAAAAAAAASg/JM0M_6Ys3BI/s200/DSCN4565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmrtwStnVI/AAAAAAAAASI/ypuQMvgG4vQ/s1600-h/DSCN4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204379646949170514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDmrtwStnVI/AAAAAAAAASI/ypuQMvgG4vQ/s200/DSCN4562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's from Khalis, my junior cadets(!!), Li and Robiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDm2oQStnaI/AAAAAAAAASw/aTPt03SvmCo/s1600-h/DSCN4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204391647087795618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDm2oQStnaI/AAAAAAAAASw/aTPt03SvmCo/s200/DSCN4567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lastly, from my dear elephant best friend, Muneera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday was the last day of school and we had Use Your Hand campaign. I didnt feel any glad at all when I didnt get to clean up the D&amp;amp;T room cos I cleaned the room last year and we got COLD mineral water bottle just for free. Well, its still fun cleaning up the classroom despite being asked to clean here and there by Mr Shafie. I just wished I was (stretch my two hands widely) this tall so I would not take a table to clean the windows but Im just as short..(show letter C). While typing this, Im laughing to myself because it reminds me of Zong Da. Of all tables, he cleaned his and sat while doing it. Of course Mr Shafie told him off in a sarcastic way.. Anyway, I still think Brandon IS irritating. He kept disturbing me for no reason. What's his motive, eh?! Haha. (Oh shut up, Zong Da! =.=) Soon we got our results. Surprisingly, I got 9th position in class and the level position is totally damn pathetic. The remarks is okay..but still, I have to give back to Mr Shafie JUST BECAUSE I FAILED MATHS (roll eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Hq to have our Koto test. (I failed the KOTO test. Embarrasing? If I passed, I would be getting a Comissioner Badge! }: )Unexpected, all of them came early. Thats good, I must say. Its redundant talking to SOMEONE cos no matter how many times we tell him, he will still dont get it.. Its still funny thought. After taking the 25 mins test, Khalis, Amirah and I went to Raffles Hospital to have our lunch. Khalis and Amirah took 12 while I, waited for my mum. We went to Bugis Street.. and put a game into my Psp. Yeay! Its the game Ive been wanting. After that, we went home. Boring eh? Anyway, Happy Birthday Abg Zat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7399263631605503070?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7399263631605503070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7399263631605503070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7399263631605503070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7399263631605503070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday.html' title='long post aye,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SDVsQAStnJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u7e5YxNlVkM/s72-c/DSCN4535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1950591001860327926</id><published>2008-05-20T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:36:31.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not supposed to switch on my laptop cos Like Duh Im still wearing my Pe tshirt and Stjohn skirt. But I thought I just update this blog of mine and get it done(and over with). On second thought, it sucks cos Im having a great headache and tired now. (SHRUGS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Cca is over. I cant believe that we did it. I mean, its ok for a first time. I just find it funny when I have to greet Mr San and etc. Well overall, its just fine. I think the cadets must really sensed that Im very nervous. When I was speaking and introducing the NCOs, I said the wrong things and kept repeating all over again. Oh well, its over. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that theres no Games inside Olivia's memorycard. Im really sorry Olivia but I did check. Hm Im wondering how come the memorycard does not have the games? Im just sorry eh? Im sure Olivia was really looking forward in playing games but sadly, she cant find it. Wait, dont tell me the games play hide and seek. (I know, Lame)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dont feel like coming to school tomorrow cos I just like want to have a one off day. It is just to relax and be calm. Oh come on, I cant afford to have another white hair! :/ But no worries, I will still be coming to school k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1950591001860327926?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1950591001860327926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1950591001860327926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1950591001860327926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1950591001860327926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-supposed-to-switch-on-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-6916112127690261928</id><published>2008-05-18T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:16:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up early in the morning, getting ready to go to the HQ. In the end, Kit Ho was not there because Zi Peng told me theres no need of him to go since he is only secondary one. He has no Basic First Aid Certificate and the criteria to get CPBS badges, you must pass your BFA. So I was alone with Zi Peng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I said at the previous post was to accompany Siva for the course right? Not only that, Zi Peng offered me his sister's collections of phone cards. It means I will be getting the badge too. It took me yesterday when I was at the HQ to realise I DO collect stuffs. I collected stickers when I was in primary school. Its in the book album and I think its more than 50? I was grumbling to myself, of course. I mean if I were to remember about it, Zi Peng dont have to give his sister's collections and I would be using mine. I saw the BNCO friends, Pei Xuan, Chubby and more. The interview was fast and Zi Peng made Siva and I did stupid things. He made us close the windows for nothing. He even asked me to count how many screws and etc. Anyway, we waited for the clock to strike 12 cos we went for the CPBS Seminar too. Its all about how to get the CPBS badges and stuffs. The room was freezing and I took a nap before the seminar starts. After that, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didnt go home straight after that. I went to Tampines to eat my lunch. It took me such a long time to be this brave. After I bought my food, I was searching for a seat. With an innocent look, I asked the malay woman whether there is anyone sitting there? So there you go, I got my place. I ate alone and while eating, the straws sucks. At first attempt, I tried poking my drink with it. It failed and I just could not be bothered, continued myn eating. I went to take another straw again and it failed again! In the end, I used my key to poke it. Some people were staring at me but I dont care. My tongue was burning hot and I couldnt take it. Inside the bus, I felt asleep - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today IS boring. I dont know why I woke up so early in the morning and I couldnt sleep again. I tried but I was feeling restless. While I was washing my face in the toilet, something made me shocked. THERE WAS A WHITE HAIR, ONE WHITE HAIR! I know its only like one but it matters a lot to me. Omg, maybe its because of cca? I do think so much about it until I didnt realised about it. OH SHUCKS :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-6916112127690261928?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/6916112127690261928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=6916112127690261928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6916112127690261928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/6916112127690261928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-woke-up-early-in-morning-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8585834301388218562</id><published>2008-05-16T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:30:44.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endure,</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep well last night. In fact, I slept at 4am. I made a small mistake, &lt;strong&gt;just a small mistake.&lt;/strong&gt; It is an easy thing to do yet .. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure I will get used to it. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; glad this happened because I experienced how to face the music by myself and get things calmly. I have to say thanks to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NCOs&lt;/span&gt; for helping. I really appreciate that. I admit its my fault and I would to like to say sorry for the trouble and all. Its my first time doing it. What? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care if you want to say, " Whatever. Simple thing also cannot do. Useless " Its easier said than done. Try to be in my shoes. If I were to give you my position, are you willingly to replace me? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think so. Okay, lets just put that aside. I will be going to the HQ tomorrow just to ensure there are no problems. Its not necessary for me to go but I will feel guilty leaving Siva and Kit Ho alone. Its time to be proactive, eh? :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my results might not be good but thank god, I passed the overall. But still, I have to remember Im going to take the End Of Year Exams. In class, we were given the result slip and confirmed that there are no mistakes. Ive got two Bs, Cs, Us. I know its pathetic but Im trying hard to get rid of those Us. I might be getting one U only because Mr Suhaimy keyed in my marks wrongly. (Hoping) I dont see a need for people to think that getting the 13 position in class is good. Get this right. Yes, I got 13 in class position but you have to know that my results are not up to standard. It shows that the standard is low. The students' 'behind' me are considered having worse results than mine. What ze hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the second time that I felt like crying. Yes, Im sad to see my-once-malay teacher and always my-cca teacher leaving the school today. The last time I saw her was at the staff room after school. It saddens me a lot. I thought it would be fine having her since she is the Overall Teacher In Charge and I could talk things with her. Sadly to say, that didnt happen. For now, I just need to accept that there are things that we cant have in our way. Im so gonna miss you, Ms Hartini }:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amirah and I spent time in the St.John's room just now. We were cleaning up the room and make things more easier. I swear its so disorganised, messy and dusty. This friday, we are going to have Use Your Hand campaign. I feel like cleaning up the room too. Now you can give me that look yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-8585834301388218562?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8585834301388218562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8585834301388218562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8585834301388218562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8585834301388218562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/endure.html' title='endure,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-834207878131663390</id><published>2008-05-15T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:24:36.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been very great excluding the results of course. Its rather saddening to know that after the efforts that Id put in, what I get in return is not satisfying enough. Im very disappointed in myself since I know very well that I can do better. Finally, its not about cca. Maybe I didnt try hard enough to get satisfying results. I guess the only thing I must do now is to mug till the end of year examinations. Hoping? Im just wondering what went wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite feeling down, I have to thank the school or should I say the principal of the school to give us such activities. It cheers me up a lot especially just now. We had Pet Rocket Project. Seriously, those who didnt come to school missed all the fun we had. We(Mun and I) were wet and kinda pissed off or not satisfied when our parachute DID NOT come out from the bottle itself. I dont know about Muneera but I was pissed. Haha. At least, we had fun right? Yes, its true that some programmes that they gave us would give you the impression that it's damn bloody boring but look at the another angle, who knows you might still have fun? I can say that the weather was hot just now but we laughed at certain things and I even quarrelled with my classmate, Brandon. A guy from 3/4(I forgot his name) took a video of us just because we were acting like a couple. Its not only him. I mean, as in saying that we looked like a couple. Anyway, just so you know there are things we should not miss in our secondary school life. Isnt it great just to go for all these programmes? I mean, this will be part of our memories. Reminiscing our past, Im sure you will smile, thinking how silly we were when we were still in secondary school. Okay, I think thats for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT one thing, I havent start my English project yet which is due tomorrow. I know Im supposed to do it like from just now or RIGHT NOW cos blogging is not really that important. Eh? Well, I was busy calling the juniors.. I know Im the _ but it feels weird and kinda shocking when someone calls me that. Of course when my friends call me that, I dont feel any effect. Bleh :P But still, (I THINK) I can handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-834207878131663390?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/834207878131663390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=834207878131663390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/834207878131663390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/834207878131663390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-has-been-very-great-excluding.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3845903259355717466</id><published>2008-05-13T19:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:25:44.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger management,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really dont know where to start. I do know very well that this is my blog, my say so I can just let it go everything here since this is my so-called diary. However, this can also lead to misunderstandings. You might think Im like telling the whole world but no, Im just speaking about my thoughts - thats all. If you are wondering, Im not referring to anyone. I dont have the intention to do so cos whats the benefit right? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to give you such attitude. Im trying my best not to be like this. I dont want this to happen and I dont think you want that too. Im not trying to be unreasonable but please understand my feelings. I know how it is feels like to be given such attitude cos you were trying to help by giving your suggestions or whatsoever but somehow I still think that theres no right of you to say that to me. Yes, I.am.pissed. And yes, maybe you were joking but you should know that I wasnt joking in what I was doing. Well, it might be very unfair to you but just forget it. Maybe Im just too overeacting okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why situations like this happen?&lt;br /&gt;I know things cant be perfect. I cant expect things, people to be perfect but,&lt;br /&gt;this is life, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3845903259355717466?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3845903259355717466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3845903259355717466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3845903259355717466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3845903259355717466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/anger-management_13.html' title='anger management,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-744027069405390701</id><published>2008-05-12T15:19:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:53:11.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I keep changing blogskins but what am I supposed to do to stop this? I'm bored. I watched What Happens In Vegas last friday. I still looking forward to watch Ayat-Ayat Cinta, The Chronicles of Narnia and Over Her Dead Body. Maybe more? I'm boring, I know. Tomorrow's school and I'm sorta not looking forward to results. How well or bad I did for mye? Hm. Anyway, there's gonna be a meeting at StJohn Room right after school. Just meet me there ok. This message is for the Ncos. Do spread around, thank you. Gaah, and I hate my blogskin. Haha.&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/5271953633935267058-744027069405390701?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/744027069405390701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=744027069405390701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/744027069405390701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/744027069405390701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-i-keep-changing-blogskins-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4201160571953958355</id><published>2008-05-12T15:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:44:26.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey baby girl I've been watching you all day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man that thing you got behind you is amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You make me want to take you out and let it rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you got a man but this is what you should say&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell him that I'm leavin' never looking back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You found somebody who does it better than he can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;No more making you cry No more them gray skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl we flying on a g-5, g-5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And we're leavin' never to come back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So call your shawty you tell him you found a new man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The one who's so so fly The one to keep you high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you singing all night, like that&lt;br /&gt;Now if I talk it girl, you know that I will walk it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man I'll put my money money where my mouth is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause you're the baddest little thing that I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm gonna ask you one time if you got a man&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just tell him to the left left left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause we gone &amp;amp; we gone &amp;amp; we gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;No stress, no stress, no stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl you deserve nothing but the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4201160571953958355?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4201160571953958355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4201160571953958355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4201160571953958355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4201160571953958355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-baby-girl-ive-been-watching-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-112205543999860588</id><published>2008-05-12T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:21:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm at home, just listening to Baby One More Time. Eventho there's no school today, I still have tuition later which I think it's very pathetic. Actually, I'm watching Anime and I really miss reading comics. Those romance teenage stuffs :D It's my old hobby. I'm not suprised if you said you're surprised to know that Sabila is the type of person who reads comics? No, I'm not cos I've been told a lot of times. Ok, I need a new earpiece, piercings, moolahs for comics and etc. Thinking of Anime and comics make me miss my old self. As in into Lan and all with my cousin. We're like into those stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-112205543999860588?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/112205543999860588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=112205543999860588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/112205543999860588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/112205543999860588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-at-home-just-listening-to-baby-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8412604224200724460</id><published>2008-05-11T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:24:00.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period. Illbbck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-8412604224200724460?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8412604224200724460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8412604224200724460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8412604224200724460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8412604224200724460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-wanna-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-5762164904778361306</id><published>2008-05-08T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:23:41.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at.the.moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-5762164904778361306?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/5762164904778361306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=5762164904778361306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5762164904778361306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/5762164904778361306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7331683788399216581</id><published>2008-05-04T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:59:22.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BE BACK AFTR MYE, BABIES {:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7331683788399216581?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7331683788399216581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7331683788399216581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7331683788399216581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7331683788399216581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-7796461724214365782</id><published>2008-04-30T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:56:34.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry, I just don't have the mood to write about today. No mooood. Get it? Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Fadhil {;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15h Birthday to Wan Yin too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy till it lasts', a/babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know everything is gonna be okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm right about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-7796461724214365782?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/7796461724214365782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=7796461724214365782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7796461724214365782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/7796461724214365782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-i-just-dont-have-mood-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4689783214203055749</id><published>2008-04-29T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:05:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my bro,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why every Tuesday ends at 3.40pm? It's very late. I will always end up feeling sleepy during Social Studies since it is the last two periods of the day :S But I have never fails to pay attention and stay focus in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was kind of pissed off at Mr Yap. He totally forgot about the class test. Just feel what I felt just now! I've studied hard for it and yet, this is what I get. Well, it's still worth it. Actually, I wasn't really pissed off at Mr Yap as we were busy revising all the chapters that are going to come out in mye so I don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, I'm just gonna talk and talk about today. Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one period of english only so we went through the Practice 3 comprehension paper. No, it was not boring. Mr Shafie has his ways to make me laugh especially about Hui Min. Somehow, I do pity her. In fact, I'm happy to have him as my home tutor. He's cool and chill for a teacher ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was not fun at all because I do all the worksheets that was given by Mrs See at home and it seems like I'm the only one who did it and asked Mrs See for questions. I'm not saying I'm the only one but I'm just assuming because I was sitting at the front so I don't really care about the back people. Heh. Hey, Math is fun. Don't you think so? I love Math especially Algebra. Math is fun yet confusing, but still. I'm just hoping that I will never ever ever make careless mistakes! I've got back my Math Class test paper. My marks is 20/29. I'm still not satisfied. Come on, I lose 9 marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I was looking forward to Chemistry. I mean, like duh? I've done the mye paper 2007 paper 3 and 4. Obviously, you will feel glad that you had finished doing it and wanted to show to your subject teacher that, " Hey, I did it! " Yeah whatever, I know. While Ms Ng was going through th paper, I fell asleep. Yes, I slept but my mind was nearly in Lala Land until I woke up because of something? I took my mineral water bottle and dab my face some with it just to feel more awake. Fortunately, that really worked. Overall, chemistry was fine except that I was kind of disappointed in myself for not paying attention in class in the previous lessons. I know what is Ionic and Convalent bonding and I realised it is damn easy. I found out the paper that I'd scored not that well is easy. Wasted, right! I would have got better marks than the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my classmates and Mr Suhaimy, Social studies was fun. But I don't know for what reasons, I felt sleepy. I couldn't take it that I almost ask Robiya to close the window. Haha! Suddenly, I was fully awake again. I know it's weird but it's true. After school, I joined 3/4 for Chemistry Supplementary. It was fine but fun! When Chemistry Supp ends, Mun, Mirah and I went to White Sands hoping to eat Ben And Jerry's Ice cream since it's free. Pity, the queue is long and we were lazy to wait for it, ended up buying Mcflurry! {;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4689783214203055749?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4689783214203055749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4689783214203055749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4689783214203055749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4689783214203055749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-i-wonder-why-every-tuesday.html' title='i miss my bro,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-2478567718408471586</id><published>2008-04-28T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:00:28.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have never set high hopes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;even if it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;crossed my mind - often. It's okay if we can only be friends. I just want you to be happy and fine, that's all. I have to admit, I even treat you as my brother sometimes. You're happy now, I'm glad to know that. That's what all matters. I hope that lasts long. Don't worry, friend. Everyone will go away one day. I know how you feel. In fact, everyone should know how you're feeling right now. I'm sure you can overcome this hurt even it takes time. Just so you know, I'll always be there for you. My ears are always open~ :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv Ya, Bro :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To tell you the truth, my heart still hurts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-2478567718408471586?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/2478567718408471586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=2478567718408471586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2478567718408471586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2478567718408471586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-never-set-high-hopes-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4418187609301894062</id><published>2008-04-28T15:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:03:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up early in the morning, feeling restless and tired because I was not really sleeping. I just couldn't sleep. Even if I sleep, my mind was not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; Land. I kept moving to the right and left, which was kind of irritating. Looking at the time, I'd decided to bathe and get ready to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fida's&lt;/span&gt; block to take the four pathetic chairs with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Khalis&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow, _______ made my mood go down. Anyway, thanks for helping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After school, I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Khalis&lt;/span&gt; again for some certain reasons. It went well until his pathetic stupid irritating short act big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; friend followed us. I kept asking him to go away and he acted stupid,  and just ignored me. I nearly burst out but of course, I won't. As I'm sure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Khalis&lt;/span&gt; will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; first person to run away(Wicked laugh) I know I'm short but hey look at yourself. Reality check? I'm taller than you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cheeb&lt;/span&gt;. You're short and yet you're acting big here in front of me. Don't act cool when you're not even cool, even a bit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Thnks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;panaskan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hidup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. &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/5271953633935267058-4418187609301894062?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4418187609301894062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4418187609301894062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4418187609301894062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4418187609301894062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-woke-up-early-in-morning-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-2916929281049254043</id><published>2008-04-27T20:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:49:34.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hm, I'm bored but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with Amirah and Hakim now at Msn. They're like the only ones who are willing to chat with me. Well, I'm just kidding but still, they're really the only ones who are chatting with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm messaging Khalis. Speaking of him, I dislike his friend. I know it's not wrong to be friends but what's with him, wanting to meet me tomorrow? Relax ah beb. Tsk eh. Anyway, a lot of things had happened. It seems weird. What's with my weekend? It seems so wrong yet funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-2916929281049254043?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/2916929281049254043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=2916929281049254043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2916929281049254043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2916929281049254043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-green-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1020484820762172224</id><published>2008-04-26T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Yesterday, I had th first mye exam papers. Ive no confidence in passing, I think. Anyway, I went to White sands library with Amirah and Khalis. We studied there. Actually, we didn't really study because we were feeling restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;As for today, I bought clothes and accessories. When I was at Amk Hub, something had happened. Damn. Okay, let th pictures do th talking yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4UDZw7EI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Sr1TOK5UZOA/s1600-h/DSCN4464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4UDZw7EI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Sr1TOK5UZOA/s200/DSCN4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193556712450223170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4bjZw7FI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ndWAJPEs5Vw/s1600-h/DSCN4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4bjZw7FI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ndWAJPEs5Vw/s200/DSCN4465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193556841299242066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4jTZw7GI/AAAAAAAAAQI/peMcBsudVME/s1600-h/DSCN4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4jTZw7GI/AAAAAAAAAQI/peMcBsudVME/s200/DSCN4470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193556974443228258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4uDZw7HI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1Hb1M6PClXM/s1600-h/DSCN4471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4uDZw7HI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1Hb1M6PClXM/s200/DSCN4471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193557159126822002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM5ADZw7JI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tkfq5cWv2Xo/s1600-h/DSCN4473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM5ADZw7JI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tkfq5cWv2Xo/s200/DSCN4473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193557468364467346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM44zZw7II/AAAAAAAAAQY/XcVf5qITAyY/s1600-h/DSCN4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM44zZw7II/AAAAAAAAAQY/XcVf5qITAyY/s200/DSCN4472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193557343810415746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I bought this necklace for Mun and I {:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1020484820762172224?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1020484820762172224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1020484820762172224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1020484820762172224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1020484820762172224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-i-had-th-first-mye-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SBM4UDZw7EI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Sr1TOK5UZOA/s72-c/DSCN4464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-8847342451795478066</id><published>2008-04-24T19:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:46:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still do care,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thursday is a bad day for me.. Well, not really. Thanks to Khalis and Amirah. They made me feel okay. After school, I taught Khalis again at CC. I'm happy for him ^^ Somehow, I'm still pissed off for some reasons so I would like to say sorry to those people. Sorry for giving you th whatever look and etc. Anyway, Ive got my CA1 results back. I still can go to Sec Five but I have to work extra more hard. Amirah counted for me and she said I got 19 points. I think that's pathetic. I just need to work extra hard in Social Studies, Math and D&amp;amp;T(Theory).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;English - 63.5(Grade 4&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Improved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Malay - 73.2(Grade 2) From A1 to A2, tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math - 54.2(Grade 5) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Improving, need to work more harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Science - 68.1(Grade 3) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Improved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SS/Hist - 53.2 (Grade 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This is pathetic. Ive always fail or just pass in structured questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Design and Technology - 55.2 (Grade 5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From A2 to 5?! Thnks to theory. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Besides that, I read Li's blog. I nearly cried, I swear. You guys might think we don't care about FLYSM anymore? You're wrong. Eventhough we're on our own now, I still do care. Reading what Li wrote at her livejournal, my heart feels th pain. Yes, where's our promise? I really do miss our times, memories, and be there for each other. Looking at those pictures, I smiled. Flysm.. It's not only about Flysm, I still miss 2007 badly. Fucking Love You So Much stands for FLYSM. Wow, what a group. We thought this could lasts but.. I guess we're too carried away with our lives. Fatin with her N levels. Yuni with her studies and now maybe CCA? Haha. Li with her studies too, most prolly? I have no comments about Mun. She has always been my best friend and she's in my class too so we have no problems with each other yet, I'm not really there for her. I'm always busy with my tuition, religion class, seniors and especially CCA. I'm sure everyone of us want th old times but this is life. We're too busy that we don't even think about it. As always, during school especially recess time, Ive been observing a lot especially FLSYM. Why everyone's changing? Wait, that's not right. Why everyone's in their own lives now? Where's th time when we used to go to each other's house and had fun.. I might not show it to you girls, but I still do care. We'd planned to spend time together and I hope we could make it. At least, make that a memorable one. Let's catch up with each other and enjoy it till it lasts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5271953633935267058-8847342451795478066?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/8847342451795478066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=8847342451795478066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8847342451795478066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/8847342451795478066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-still-do-care_24.html' title='i still do care,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-2685128571302144899</id><published>2008-04-23T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:25.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SA8hKDZw7DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9WInug9LZ9c/s1600-h/DSC05678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SA8hKDZw7DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9WInug9LZ9c/s200/DSC05678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192405351977249842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ive been told that th book about Promotion Interview is left inside th St.John room. I'd managed to read mine and I realised Hong Wei asked more questions than expected. Well, it's over right? I'm th Overall In-Charge. So yeah whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fell asleep during Math lesson just now. It's only for 5 minutes, if I'm not wrong. I was trying my best not to fall asleep but well opps, I did it again. Thanks to Xiu Jie and Brandon for waking me up. I'm sure Mrs See would be very disappointed if she were to see me sleeping during her lesson. Ive got my Math Class Test back. I'm happy coz' I passed th test but somehow, it does not satisfy me. Ive got 17/25. Not bad, huh? It's always the careless mistakes. Besides that, I'm very happy this time. Ive got back my English essay and proposal. I passed both. Surprisingly, I got 16/20 for my Essay which is 80%. Oh my, I was smiling from ear to ear. For proposal, I got 19/30. I got 7/10 for Task Fulfilment and 12/20 for Language. At least, I'm improved. Work harder ok, Sabila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Kak Nabilah's house for tuition. It's only an hour coz' she know I would be very tired then right after school. I felt great while doing my math. I've got my focus back. Why? I can do all th questions and th answers are correct. Smile for me please. At 4.45pm, my tuition ends. Khalis and Amirah were waiting for me. And then, I taught Khalis math till 6+pm. While I was teaching him, I kept looking at him. He seems so lost. Pity but finally, he understands th topic. Good job tau Adek. Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-2685128571302144899?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/2685128571302144899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=2685128571302144899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2685128571302144899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/2685128571302144899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/focus.html' title='focus,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SA8hKDZw7DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9WInug9LZ9c/s72-c/DSC05678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3034981956223307727</id><published>2008-04-22T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:27.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ksa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SA3fUzZw7BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z9AcafgATfo/s1600-h/Cigarettes_by_richardxthripp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SA3fUzZw7BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z9AcafgATfo/s200/Cigarettes_by_richardxthripp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192051493916699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd managed to stay fully awake before recess since it's Physics and Math. Mr Shafie didn't come to school so English period, I spent it by arranging my files back into order. But still, I must always remind myself to buy sweets so I would not feel sleepy. Come on, it's Tuesday. It's like the longest day ever. As always when Chemistry was 20 minutes to th next period, Sleepy Devil started calling me. Wait, 3/4 of the class were feeling very sleepy. I felt like banging my head against th wall. Anyway, I spent my time arranging my files - again during Cme and Pc period. I ended up taking a nap for 30 minutes after revising/doing my math worksheet. Social studies period was oh-so-cool. We had a open book test about Sri Lanka. Th paper's do-able. I mean like duh, it's only one question! Ha-ha. Im' just glad I wrote long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Malay oral just now. Ms Hartini took me. Oh my, I was very nervous that I kept repeating what I was saying. Damn shit, it's over. I got it done and over with. After that, I asked Khalis to turun. I'm his teacher for a day coz' I taught him Math. Finally, he understand th topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments about Muhammad Khalis:&lt;br /&gt;He can understand but he tends to daydream. He seems unsure about his answers. He is lack of confidence in himself. Stop smoking while studying. He just needs more practices then he will be okay. Khalis, you are not stupid - Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3034981956223307727?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3034981956223307727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3034981956223307727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3034981956223307727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3034981956223307727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/ksa.html' title='ksa,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SA3fUzZw7BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Z9AcafgATfo/s72-c/Cigarettes_by_richardxthripp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4919465218179303068</id><published>2008-04-21T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:27.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SAxjCa6YEuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/c8JmpkkH9nM/s1600-h/expressions___________by_perikznc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SAxjCa6YEuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/c8JmpkkH9nM/s200/expressions___________by_perikznc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191633363686396642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only we could love deeply enough and&lt;br /&gt;sustain love long enough,&lt;br /&gt;we could become the source of our own miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Having a special someone in your life should not mean that,&lt;br /&gt;you have to give up being you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4919465218179303068?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4919465218179303068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4919465218179303068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4919465218179303068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4919465218179303068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SAxjCa6YEuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/c8JmpkkH9nM/s72-c/expressions___________by_perikznc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1210512287032616370</id><published>2008-04-20T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:44:39.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Even if I can relax for a while from CCA, my mind is still on CCA. What am I going to do later? Can I do it? How to instill discipline? How to maintain th standard? Anyway, Ive bought a file and a small book for it so it would be easier for me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Year Examinations is next week. In fact, it's this coming Friday. Frankly speaking, I'm not ready unlike when I was very ready for common tests. I do study but my mind is somewhere else. I have to really focus now, eh right? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided not to go Cambodia. My responsibilty is heavy enough. I don't think I can go. I'd decided to go next year instead ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I know my posts are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very boring &lt;/span&gt;but what to do, CCA revolves around me Now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRESS&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Call ambulance, 995!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1210512287032616370?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1210512287032616370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1210512287032616370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1210512287032616370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1210512287032616370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3178282998187656748</id><published>2008-04-19T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:27.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sjab,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SAn84q6YEsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8qm3foR4iXQ/s1600-h/1_119886208l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SAn84q6YEsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8qm3foR4iXQ/s200/1_119886208l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190958096043217602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've begin to start a new chapter of our lives in St. John. Finally, we took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall In-Charge(OIC): Sabila Dina (Yours Truly)&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Overall In-Charge(AOIC): Robiya Majeedah&lt;br /&gt;Core Sergeant Major: Muhammad Khalis (For discipline)&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3's Sector IC: Dina Nurfirzanah&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2's Sector IC: Nur Amirah&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1's Sector IC: Nurul Aeiyuni and Khairul Azmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is th new Non-Commisioned Officers(NCO). Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, I will surely miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naeem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Wei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan Xun&lt;/span&gt; and the other sec fours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; were promoted to Cadet Leader(CL)! Congratulations! And I really wish you all th best for your Mid Year and National Examinations! Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'd started crying when th POP had not even finished yet. You might think whether I was crying in a good way or a bad way? Seriously, I don't know. I just cried. After all, I will try my very best as an OIC of St. John. I will promise to myself that I won't disappoint Sirs, M'aams and Seniors. I will maintain the standard of St.John and make it even better. I will instill discipline in them. Together, with th NCOs, we will strive hard to work as a team to help each other. For a starting, it will be hard for us but slowly, I'm sure we can do it. I do believe that! [:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CL Hong Wei and I cut th cake together so it shows it's th ending of him as an OIC and a new beginning for me. Frankly speaking, it makes me feel sad and touched. I did blushed when CL Hui Yi mentioned to them that I am the new OIC. Overall, it's fun with the cakes and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it even better, St. John Games Day 2008 was fabolous! It was great! At first, we were trying our best to make the junior cadets to keep quiet. It was very hard. I would like to say thank you so much to Khalis, th CSM. Seeing me frustrated, he'd decided to shout. I was shocked but I realised he really need to do it. I know it's Games Day but they still have to behave right? The NCOs were pissed off. I, on the other hand, somehow, was cooling myself down coz' it's not really good to scold them. It's Games Day. We want to have fun! I nearly cried when I found out ... but look at the positive side, we, NCOs and the other cadets had fun! Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having fun with our juniors! They listened to us and were very supportive. I really love their cca spirit and I hope that lasts! I was touched that they sang the school song for us when were playing Captain's Ball. We kept winning and winning that we won th Overall Champion! Congratulations! I felt proud too to receive some compliments from the instructors coz' we didn't feel embarrassed when we sang the song. We even sang it enthusiastically. We even won the Most Creative Tshirt! Oh my god, I love it. We are the Most Enthu Corp but the instructors were broke that we didn't receive anything. They just need us to make the cca spirit lasts! I just want to say it was JUST FABOLOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cheer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got the Crestians spirit, (where?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep in my heart, (where?) deep in my heart (where?), deep in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got the Crestians spirt (where?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep in my heart, (where?) deep in my heart, (where?), deep in my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got the St John's spirit (where?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep in my heart, (where?) deep in my heart, (where?), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep in my heart to staaaaaaay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one which is derived from 2/5 o7's cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crestians, Overcomers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;St John's, we are the best...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;St. John's, we beat the rest...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;St John's, oooohhh...&lt;br /&gt;(copypasted from Yuni, heh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3178282998187656748?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3178282998187656748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3178282998187656748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3178282998187656748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3178282998187656748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-sjab.html' title='i love sjab,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SAn84q6YEsI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8qm3foR4iXQ/s72-c/1_119886208l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4217017278556484076</id><published>2008-04-16T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:27:55.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku happy sekali,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not about losing th memories, but gaining th&lt;br /&gt;       strength to let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I just realised(Not really) that teachers keep giving us class tests. I don't think it's a bad idea but I will feel stress thinking about it. I have to study this, that and thaat. To make it worse, Mid-Year Examinations is coming so I have to mug really hard now! I had two class tests just now; English and Malay. Tsk, nevermind. Be an optimist! Think positive, this is for your own good. Yes, Sabila! Haha. Ive been paying attention in class too but when I feel sleepy, I will always try to control it (Roll eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Ive decided to go for a Physics remedial at 3/4. Ms Lim was the one who taught us. I was kind of shocked when I found out a few people came. Haha. I'm not the only 3/3 student in 3/4. There's Xiu Jie too! And even great, Khalis was there too. I really pity him. He can't take Ms Lim's speed of teaching. I even laughed at his face when Ms Lim said, " Yes, this is th O level standard " He was showing th What th hell face. It lasted for an hour yet I was very hyper during physics remedial. I swear, turning effects of force is darn easy. Booyah, Went central with Amirah and Khalis. We were emo-ing for how many minutes and then, we went&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is Thursday. What's next after Thursday? It's Friday! Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5271953633935267058-4217017278556484076?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4217017278556484076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4217017278556484076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4217017278556484076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4217017278556484076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/aku-happy-sekali.html' title='Aku happy sekali,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1826064324101065575</id><published>2008-04-15T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:06:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew,</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, Ive no time to blog. Even if I'm online, I wouldn't be so goody-good girl to update right? I'm tired coz' Ive been busy and Ive got exams coming up. It starts on 25 April which is less than one week, I guess? Not only this, CCA is making me so stressed up since we are taking over the sec fours soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of CCA, I just had a Promotion Interview just now. Overall, it was okay but hell, I was very very very very nervous. Okay, you should get what I mean. Th good thing is I felt satisfied for giving such answers. Besides that, Ive been called out to command th cadets. Ive been told that my face was purely white. Thanks Wilson for telling me, face-to-face when Khalis was taking over us. I can do it coz' I know I can do it but I was losing my confidence. Hell, haha! I'd rather teach the cadets first aid. About that, Amirah and I taught the cadets how to do an arm sling. Overall, it was fine just that they were not cooperative and attentive enough but I would like to say thank you so much to those who listen to us. Well, I did had fun! (Exclude to those cadets who gave such a bloody attitude, thanks eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I would like to say thank you very very muchie to Khalis, my dear close friend! I thought I would be the only one going to National Camp. I would feel left out but yes, Khalis is going too! I have a camp partner now! Yes, I'm happy! Hahahahaha. It's in August. Time flies really fast eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And after all th heartbreaks, and th fights, and th tears, and th anger, true love will be waiting for you at the end .. and it will be worth it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1826064324101065575?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1826064324101065575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1826064324101065575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1826064324101065575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1826064324101065575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/phew.html' title='phew,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-4571773467874239426</id><published>2008-04-13T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:36:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dimelo,</title><content type='html'>While uploading th Ksad pictures, I've decided to update my blog. It has been 3 days that I didn't update. But then again, I won't write much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I don't want to update about what had happened for the past few days. I'm very lazy to write. Tsk Sabila! But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with Khalis, Amirah and Dina at Pasir Ris Park. We got ourselves wet. Of course, we were retarded. We kept on jumping to and fro. Hm, it's like an obstacle for us to overcome it. We must jump and prevent ourselves from falling into the hole. Sadly, I am not that tall that I can't reach to the next point. I think the NS guys thought we were mentally disturbed. Haha! We walked to the other side of the park. We had fun at the children's playground. Again sadly, it took me such a long time to climb the spiderweb. Hell, it was still fun. After that, Amirah and Dina went to my house. They ate their lunch. Okay, where's Khalis? He's waiting for Amirah at the staircase. I really pity him but well, I gave him $4 and food to eat. When it's time, they went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid year examinations is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It has been 3 months and 4 days since 10 January 2008) :O&lt;br /&gt;Should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Friday, most Prolly, it's the Pop! Arsh shit. I don't want to go. Ive planned with Khalis to skip cca on Friday but obviously, we won't [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-4571773467874239426?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/4571773467874239426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=4571773467874239426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4571773467874239426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/4571773467874239426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/dimelo.html' title='dimelo,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-3832878731701146230</id><published>2008-04-09T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:59:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled,</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely nothing to write about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/icons/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii88/next2heav3n/ICON-65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do I explain that smile&lt;br /&gt;And how it turns my world around&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my  feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-3832878731701146230?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/3832878731701146230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=3832878731701146230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3832878731701146230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/3832878731701146230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='untitled,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-458387964750270724</id><published>2008-04-08T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:38:34.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>SPEECH DAY IS CANCELLED :O okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Amirah's mouth has been very salty these few days. Well, you should get what I mean? Anyway, we had our so-called lunch at the canteen and had a talk. Around 6pm, we went home. But before Ms Lim told us that speech day is cancelled, Amirah, Robiya and I were asked to be the sector IC(s) for a while. AOIC wanted us to practice since we are going to be the Future Nco(s). I swear, she is so open-minded, -.-!! I was in charge of sec twos. At least it's better than sec ones coz' most of their names are very unique and wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore contact lens the whole day. I felt so good, wearing it. Thanks Mun! She gave me one pair of contact lens so I can try. During physics was hell. My tears could not stop coming out and everyone could not stop saying, " Why? Yor boyfriend left you? " Seriously, I looked as if I'm crying but whatever. Hey, it was my first time using it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I've got something from Mrs See. It is the good deed award card. I know it is so what the hell coz' it is so unexpected. It is obvious she's submitted my name to the general office since the paper stated, " (Keep this for reference) " Unlike Amirah, she can choose to submit the paper or not. What the hell. I have to be gooood, real goood on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was boring. Even worse, I could not take it the sleepyness. I was wondering why I keep asking Robiya what's the time when she told me the time already. It shows that I am impatient for Chemistry lesson to end. Heh. I NEED SOME FOCUS ON CHEMISTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I have one week to enjoy before promotion day starts. Ah shit, shit. Yuni, thanks for telling coz' You're making me scared! Hahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-458387964750270724?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/458387964750270724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=458387964750270724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/458387964750270724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/458387964750270724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271953633935267058.post-1470680001378833664</id><published>2008-04-07T20:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:12:02.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed,</title><content type='html'>Mrs Sheri caught Mun and I in the morning for talking when we were supposed to sing our Majulah Singapura. She asked us to report in front and sing the song again. Easier said than done because she didn't call us for that. I thought we would not get caught for talking but well, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics electronics.. I really need to score the mid year paper. Anyway, I pity Mr Chang. Thanks to those guys for making him angry. But he will always ignore me but will talk to me or ask me for help if he's frustrated or what &gt;:=| I swear, Social studies was 'interesting'. It's about Sri Lanka. The minute Mr Suhaimy starts talking about that topic, I will always pray hard for History Lesson to come soon! At least I tried to control my eyes -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realised I'm the only malay girl in History/Ss Class. Cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the definition of Betrayal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is to disappoint the hopes or expectations of; be disloyal to; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to betray one's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5271953633935267058-1470680001378833664?l=murdertools.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/feeds/1470680001378833664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5271953633935267058&amp;postID=1470680001378833664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1470680001378833664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5271953633935267058/posts/default/1470680001378833664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdertools.blogspot.com/2008/04/disappointed.html' title='disappointed,'/><author><name>Dina.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603186151607726083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_7mwgrZ60Q/SvWcxICpCrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JPt2kteCQ9U/S220/1_697232020l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
