<?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-3648226908135348128</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:59:50.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-6099495966090335199</id><published>2011-08-25T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:13:31.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it goes like this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;well i'm cruisin down my own street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and my hoochie says to me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'you better hang on to your bench seat,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm gonna take you for a ride'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;story of my life:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing exactly where i want to go, yet finding it hard to figure out how/where to start. it's funny how the largest amount of effort i invest into anything is always at the start. high inertia. now that's my muthaf***** problem. i feel like a friggin' boulder now (which, i might add, sooo does not help my get-a-smokin-hot-body-plus-rock-hard-abs plan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-6099495966090335199?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6099495966090335199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=6099495966090335199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6099495966090335199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6099495966090335199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-it-goes-like-this.html' title='And it goes like this..'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-5082447944709205692</id><published>2011-06-11T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:39:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Gentle Hands and the Heart of A Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the other models bottling like mamas bottle tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you pop my bottle all the models gonna hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I always forget. Like the important things. Especially when I'm happy, yeah I always forget. The important things like my God, my family, those few good friends that I've been through hell (or soemthing like that) with. I often forget them. I try and find some good in it; like it's good to be move forward and be focused in getting what you want. But then, I think about it again and I realise that if getting what I want means it has to be at the expense of so much more, then that I'd have so much to lose, wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this in point in time, I start to wonder if it is all really worth it. I don't know, maybe there's another way around all this, you know? And maybe I just haven't found it yet. But all these maybes means more time, anyway, and that is something I clearly cannot afford at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm back to square one, and I'm trying to weigh things out. Trying to find that delicate balance and that comfortable sweet spot between wanting more and keeping everything that I have. It makes me sad when I think about it because it seems as though there is no such thing. It's like desiring Utopia - everyone wishes, prays and fight for it, yet the flawed nature of God's creation and this flawed world we exist in will never allow for it. So many things are arguable, but this is not; it simply cannot be done :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if looking down on the path I walk on and trying to find clues that's going to make my journey easier isn't exactly going to help me overall, I see no point in trying to. I can see that end-point, you know. And I make it a point to always remember how it looks like so I can remember exactly what I'm fighting for. But all this while, I've been slowing down every few steps so I can look up to get a glimpse of it again, to kind of step back and give it a long hard look, and then I'd go through that whole process of wondering if it's all that worth it and how much pain I'd have to go through to get it etc etc... Unnecessary. Purely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bumpy, uncertain ride but I can honestly say, I've had enough. I think too much and in this case, with all the time I have left, I realise it's very unfeasible. Maybe after everything's said and done, I could lay down lazily on my bed and dream of rainbows and ponies and knights in shining armours etc etc.. But until then I cannot afford to be the person I'm so used to being. These are hard times and I know there's much at stake if I move on. But perhaps there's more to lose if I don't. That's a future and a possibility I don't know and I'm not prepared to find out anytime soon. So here's to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I couldn't survive if I didn't hold on to something. I guess I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-5082447944709205692?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5082447944709205692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=5082447944709205692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5082447944709205692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5082447944709205692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-gentle-hands-and-heart-of-fighter.html' title='With Gentle Hands and the Heart of A Fighter'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7870899986585968793</id><published>2011-01-09T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:27:14.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-yay, my oh my what a wonderful day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'm gonna live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;shining like a diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;rolling with the dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;standing on the ledges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'll show the wind how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;when the world gets in my face, i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAVE A NICE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm happy. What an inappropriate time, haha. I really shouldn't be. But I can't help it; I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall go off to sing a happy song now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7870899986585968793?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7870899986585968793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7870899986585968793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7870899986585968793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7870899986585968793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2011/01/zip-dee-doo-dah-zip-dee-yay-my-oh-my.html' title='Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-yay, my oh my what a wonderful day.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7968993028082481901</id><published>2011-01-05T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:22:26.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the role is called up yonder;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;it's in the water, it's in the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;it's where you came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;the sons and daughters, in all their glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;it's gonna shape them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it when people judge each other just because they have different religions; and for the record, I don't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; stuff, in the first place, because I don't mean the hate. So, yes, I am rather peeved this time. It's akin to a group of people liking oranges waging a "holy (fruit) war" against a group of people who like apples. Okay, fine. Perhaps, it's not as easy as that and ideologies contain more sensitive elements of humankind than fruits - but you can still sense the ludicrousness, nonetheless. It is not nice to be mean to people who have different views or opinions than you do, children. Don't they teach you that in school? Don't your parents teach you that? Do you even go to school or have morally righteous parents, in the first place? Why can't the world just get a long, for God's sake (whichever God (s) they choose to believe in)? Suck in the very-uncalled-for pride we have and move on with life man. PEACEFULLY at that (in case some sillywags didn't get it the first time round). Let's do this for the greater good, kids - the benefit of all mankind so we won't have wars and other petty and unnecessary arguments. It'd be hard due to the very fact that we're all flawed human beings, but let's just try, shall we? Sigh. Some people just reeeeeally annoy the heck outta me :/&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/3648226908135348128-7968993028082481901?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7968993028082481901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7968993028082481901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7968993028082481901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7968993028082481901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-role-is-called-up-yonder.html' title='When the role is called up yonder;'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-234656551273612359</id><published>2010-12-31T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:47:30.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head First.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;there's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;calling out my name like a long lost friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i miss those days as the years go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh nothing's weeter than summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;and american honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last day of 2010!!! Thought I should do my blog some justice a few minutes ago, so here I am. I don't feel like doing a reflection so I'm just gonna get to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2011, let's do it real big; bigger than I've ever done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 6As for A-levels&lt;br /&gt;2. Gold for 400m hurdles (or 100m hurdles, whichever I edns up doing in the end)&lt;br /&gt;3. &gt;2200 for SATs&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't grow fat, eat less junk&lt;br /&gt;5. Facebook only once-a-week&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to bed by 2300 hours every night&lt;br /&gt;7. Stick with night exercises in a more disciplined manner&lt;br /&gt;8. Spent less than 20-minutes in the shower every morning&lt;br /&gt;9. Be nicer to my Mama &amp;amp; Hannah&lt;br /&gt;10. Talk back less with Papa&lt;br /&gt;11. Love God&lt;br /&gt;12. Love my family, my class, my track team mates, all my other friends, my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pray more&lt;br /&gt;14. Play less&lt;br /&gt;15. Be a good role model to the lil kids (J1 &amp;amp; below)&lt;br /&gt;16. GO HARD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Nazirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has beeen memorable in its own special way. A lot of life-changing things happened that I'm truly grateful for. There were the favourable &amp;amp; unfavourable moments, but I'm thankful for it all, nonetheless. I think I've reached that phase in life where I realise I'm getting older and the room for mistakes just keeps getting smaller. In some miraculously way, though, the task of differentiating right from wrong and making decisions with your head, instead of your heart, becomes easier. It's still, essentially, a challenge for me many a times but I think I'm improving. I'm beginning to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get it&lt;/span&gt;. That doesn't mean I'm liking this "grown-up" world any better though. It's... not exactly pleasant. Necessary for my development as a person, no doubt, but still I'd opt for something else if given the choice :/ Making decisions that have significant impacts on those around me takes a toll on my sanity after a while. I'm caught up in a battle I don't even want to be in in the first place. But hey, that's life - a constantly-swirling vortex of insanity right smack in the centre of a whirlwind of unpredictability. HAHA, what a mess! Anyhow, I guess I'll be moving on to the vortex of 2011 with a smile (: It's a battle I'm ready for this time, and my sole option is to stay at the frontline. No falling back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I make it out alive.&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/3648226908135348128-234656551273612359?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/234656551273612359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=234656551273612359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/234656551273612359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/234656551273612359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/12/head-first.html' title='Head First.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7743952088478983850</id><published>2010-12-19T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:07:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams are made of this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come on over, drink my wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waste my candles, waste my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me lies i won't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just don't wake me when you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come on over, kick me to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and kiss me when i'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;painfully&lt;/span&gt; complete the critical thinking exercises for GP on the LMS. Man, they're boring :/ And SATs are coming on real fast and hard. January 22nd next year, which leaves me with about 3 proper weeks of preparation? Training's going full force also now. It sounds kinda sad to many people I guess, but I actually like this kinda life. Study-train-study-train-eat,poop,shower. It's simple. And not a lot of emotions can get in the way. Other than the times when I feel lazy to the bones and wake up at noon on non-training days (I seriously need to stop that btw &gt;:( ), I think I'm doing good. There's still a lot of of gaps to fill and stuff, I won't lie. But we getting' there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever tells you that earning yourself a good life is easy, THEY LIEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7743952088478983850?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7743952088478983850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7743952088478983850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7743952088478983850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7743952088478983850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this.html' title='Sweet dreams are made of this.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3991356676959519428</id><published>2010-12-07T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:34:17.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;hello world, how've you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;good to see you, my old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sometimes I feel as cold as steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and broken like I'm never gonna heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i see a light, little grace, little faith unfurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;well, hello world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Landed in Singapore from Taiwan at 2347 hours yesterday. It was quite sad for me, I guess. 6 days came and went, and I realised I loved my class to the very bits. Went for CCAAB, which was awesome and memorable in its own way, then to Bintan which was amazing and unforgettable too. But nothing beats this Taiwan trip. A lot of things, both life-changing and not, have happened in this last one-and-a-half months that I'll treasure in all my years to come. The Taiwan trip just felt like an accumulation of all these and my heart fills with warmth whenever I think about it. Sadness too, but the warmth makes it all feel better, nonetheless. Life is going on so fast, it's starting to get overwhelming haha. Studying and training starts full force from today onwards. Oh and did I tell you I'm moving house late this month? Yeahhh. So much to do, so little timeeeeee. But He shall see me through all of this, like he always has ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say this often enough -  thank you God for giving me a life worth living, I love you.&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/3648226908135348128-3991356676959519428?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3991356676959519428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3991356676959519428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3991356676959519428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3991356676959519428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-world.html' title='Hello World.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7439970654282822993</id><published>2010-10-17T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:09:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/5iDPw_qjhtM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iDPw_qjhtM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iDPw_qjhtM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there you go making my heart beat again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart beat again, heart beat again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there you go making me feel like a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't you do it, do it one time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there you go pulling me right back in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right back in, right back in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i know i'm never lettin' this go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm stuck on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woah oh woah oh, stuck like glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you and me, baby, we're stuck like glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7439970654282822993?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7439970654282822993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7439970654282822993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7439970654282822993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7439970654282822993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/10/sugarland-stuck-like-glue.html' title='Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-5794444058565753924</id><published>2010-10-16T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:13:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh can you feel the gravity falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;calling us home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and did you see the stars colliding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;shining just to show we belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I've finally realised what I wanted to do with my life. You know how some people spend their whole lives trying to figure out what their purpose in life really is? I think I've been blessed to realise what mine is at 17. God, I've felt so sure of anything before but I think this is it! It's gonna be a tough ride, I know. And I foresee everyone thinking I'm crazy and going against it. Last night, all the worst (I think)-case scenarios played in my head, but I guess I'm not gonna care about any of them. It'll be difficult but I think I'm ready! Like I'm not afraid of anything anymore. Come what may:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to travel the world and help people I meet along the way. I want to be a humanitarian in a one-man organisation. I can't stand living in a city like this and the idea of a 9-to-5 job is enough to make me drop a hammer on my foot ON PURPOSE. All the materialistic aims that fill my life now make me sick. I'm so safe and comfortable and (kinda) secure here in this world of mine that I feel so confined. The only thing that keeps me going  are the challenges, the adventures, the excitement and the constant need to prove myself. So why not turn this into something for the better good of everyone right? Haha well this humanitarian thing is still mostly a dream and it's very much easier said than done, I guess. But I have this like bursting passion in my heart for it and it makes me want to cry really bad. I can. And I will. I shall still get a degree first because one, my parents would kill me if otherwise and, two, it's a good back-up plan. But, eventually, I'll leave. Man this thought is scary! Hahaha but I'm excited and sure and excited and hopeful and and and I just wanna get on with it! Oh, and no I'm not turning into a hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;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/3648226908135348128-5794444058565753924?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5794444058565753924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=5794444058565753924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5794444058565753924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5794444058565753924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/10/future-love.html' title='Future Love.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7923818833884965849</id><published>2010-10-09T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:15:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Hope &amp; Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i was born to try;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;born to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; be understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; and believe in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i was born to make choices, wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sometimes you gotta sacrifice the things you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i was born to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone's posting something about their Promo Exams. I thought about doing the same. But I didn't like the way it went. So I'm not going to :P Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Eat, Pray, Love'&lt;/span&gt; with the usual suspects after Geog paper on Thursday. I thought it was quite good. It wasn't exactly brilliant or anything, but it was what the doctor prescribed, you know? A perfect dose - a movie about breaking free. It's a bit too idealistic, I guess. But everyone needs to watch an idealistic movie once in a while and realise that there's so much more to life than just _______ (fill in whatever your life is currently revolving around here). (: Well now that I'm really bored with life and there seems to be nothing worth doing other than catch up with training, I came acroos an old, familiar song by Corinne May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long till my hunger is fed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say it's hard to make it in this part of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many people on this merry-go-round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some folks try astrology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some turn to crystal balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To find an answer, To get through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just fall on my knees and I try to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the silence I can hear Him say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything in its time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I often feel like I'm two steps behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somebody must have moved that finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a thousand reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why I should give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm stubborn in the things I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause maybe there's another plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One I still can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little surprise, like your love in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny how time changes how we see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The river runs and the river hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise you, the answer will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything in its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(((: And so I have decided that I should start writing letters to people again in these few days before school starts again. I haven't done that in a really long time; I kinda miss it. Haha now on to figuring out who (and what) to start with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7923818833884965849?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7923818833884965849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7923818833884965849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7923818833884965849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7923818833884965849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-hope-letters.html' title='Life, Hope &amp; Letters'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1826951556615246287</id><published>2010-09-08T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:16:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little superhero girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'd kick the bad boys back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; teach them fighting's just not cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; i'd give every kid a teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; turn starving people into millionaires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; break glass ceilings with dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; sprinkle a little sugar and spice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; turn the bullies that terrorize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; into pink poodles that bark but don't bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; all i need is a good disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; one where nobody can recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; that I'm feeling so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; all I need is a secret weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; i've gotta have faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; zapping monsters into outer space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; i'm gonna be a Superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was small, I wanted be like a free spirit; a free spirit with a big heart. Then I could fly and make the world a better place for everbody ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1826951556615246287?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1826951556615246287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1826951556615246287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1826951556615246287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1826951556615246287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-superhero-girl.html' title='A little superhero girl.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-6485684275316099356</id><published>2010-09-03T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:16:35.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i've got it all, but i feel so deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; i go up, i come down and i'm emptier inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; tell me what is this thing that i feel like i'm missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; and why can't i let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somedays are just plain suckfests - filled with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;'why God? why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' moments. But I guess I'm morally obliged to just suck it all in and tahan. I've been doing that all my life now, so it shouldn't be that hard right? WRONG. I need a punching bag. Like, literally; you know those big bolster thingies the boxers use? Yupp. Next time I got to a pasar malam, I'll keep an eye out for it. But still... SIGHH, it's just another 'tahan' strategy. You know, I've never quite embraced tightly the idea that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'God doesn't give you an obstacle you cannot handle' &lt;/span&gt;until recently. Cause I start wondering everyday how my tolerance towards all the work, bullshit and jazz life throws at me, comes rather easy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Effortless.&lt;/span&gt; In fact, if I drowned myself in work and didn't have time to reflect and stuff, life would be a breeze. I'd feel like I was on top of the world, you know? Stressed, still, but I guess I'd think I was the least screwed-up person in the world. Unfortunately, I think too much, lotsa times. It's killing me :/ I think I cause my own heartbreaks half the time too, because of that. Sigh. It's kinda revolting cause I don't have time to deal with all the unnecessary shit. There's so much to do, so little time - and I can't help but feel I just have to hold on to my faith for dear life and ride the wave. And if I end up drowning at the end of the day, at least I held on tight and tried. My God would know better, because He is good (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-6485684275316099356?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6485684275316099356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=6485684275316099356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6485684275316099356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6485684275316099356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-morning-world.html' title='Good morning, world!'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-5987471198506459079</id><published>2010-07-02T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:16:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep me where the light is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh gravity is working against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh and gravity wants to bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh twice as much ain't twice as good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; and can't sustain like a one half could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; it's wanting more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;that's gonna send me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nyeh. Not much to all this, really. Basically, my terms are eff-ed up? Yeap. And I feel bad cause I keep having to lie to my parents about it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama/Papa: So how was the paper today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIES. But what was I supposed to say anyway? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Err, I screwed it up. I think I'm going to fail and be put into this supplementary programme that forces kids to study'&lt;/span&gt; Hmm. The morally right decision, no doubt. But then again, my head would've been shaven clean bald and I would've been locked in my room and only allowed to get out of which when I'm 50. In other words... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd rather not&lt;/span&gt;. It's more disgusting though because I actually studied and practiced some of that orange book thingy! MATH IS SUCHA BITCH - and it's gonna get me killed while it's at it too! You know once in primary school, I had like a 74/100 for Math? Sure now I'd kill to have 74/100 for Math but well the stakes have changed and stuff, and back then freak kids I called my classmates got 100/100 for Math. Like at least one person would score full marks -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Papa: I'm sure at least one of your classmates got 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small, innocent, primary-school&lt;/span&gt; me: Yaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Papa: Well how many heads do they have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. It's funny when I think about it now. But yeahhhh math's never really been my thing but hey I had As for E. and A. Math in Os so there shouldn't be any reason why I can't do it again right? Right. Someone needs to buck up around here, and I think it's me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that? Well I have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever someone mentions 'Econs' now. My guts never fool me (not yet, perhaps. but never, nonetheless). So yeah, I think I screwed that up too. I hope my guts are dead wrong this time. Hee, at least I have HOPE left. My life's a freaking Pandora's Box right now! ); Please just let me PASS at least! A D, a C? COME ON GIMME SOMETHING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature's the best, as usual. Lit makes me happyyyyyyy (: Ha, but the next thing you know, I'd get all cocky and stuff expecting an A (I do deserve it, I'm not shy to say) but then BOOM! I end up staring at a BIG FAT 'D'! A C's bad enough but noooooo 'D' just had to be written in my book of life. WHYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God has a purpose, child. God has a purpose, nevertheless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like Geog... haha. Think I'm gnna fail it too. I only wrote 1 paragraph worth of stuff for the 13-mark essay. Hmm, no one or nothing to blame, really. I didn't study the surface winds sections so of course I was gonna flunk whatever came out if it was based on that. DUH. Hope the other sections would pull me through though. SOMEHOW. Didn't study hard, but studied, nonetheless. And I'm not stupid or anything. Lazy, yes, stupid, no. SO I SHOULD PASS HUH? I seem to think so :/ Hmm maybe not just a pss even, hmmmm a D or C?? (BUT NOT FOR LIT OR GP PLEASE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess I should enjoy all the time I have now before I get back my results and dieeeeee. Heh! My forecast for the World Cup? Brazil vs Argentina finals; Brazil wins. My forecast for my Term Exams? A (GP), B (LIT), D + hope (GEOG), E + hope (ECONS), U (MATH, decided). HONESTLY, THE FORMER HAS BEEN AMAAAAZING, I'LL CRY WHEN IT'S ALL OVER!!! ♥ and the latter's ..... eagerly awaited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... Note the sarcasm.&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/3648226908135348128-5987471198506459079?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5987471198506459079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=5987471198506459079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5987471198506459079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5987471198506459079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-me-where-light-is.html' title='Keep me where the light is.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-6928563988817058426</id><published>2010-06-09T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:17:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving my blog some justice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'm feeling the way you cross my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and you saved me in the nick of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'm riding the highs, i'm digging the lows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;cause at least i feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i've never faced so many emotional days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but my life is good; i'm feeling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sitting in front of the laptop now with facebook on one tab, this on the another, and the school website on the last so that if my dad comes to check on what progress I've done with my work, I'd just flip to that tab. Hee! ;DDD I'm in the balcony now, which is next to living room which means I have to put up with Mama and Hannah watching some Korean show, obviously overly engrossed in it since they're crying buckets cause someone died or got cheated on or, I dunno, is living some dramatically pathetic life, I guess? I shouldn't have introduced them to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Goong'&lt;/span&gt; back in 2007, I shouldn't have. &lt;u&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/u&gt;. You're an idiot, Nazi. Sigh. I should be doing work now, you know, I really should. But I just can't bring myself to it, I DON'T KNOW WHY. I'm such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lazy-ass&lt;/span&gt; these days omg. I sleep 10 hours a day (and still ended up late for training this morning what the hell), eat and watch funny shit on the computer/TV another 10 hours and, well, the other four hours, I just can't figure out what happened to them. NO WONDER THE HOLIDAYS ARE FLYING PAST LIKE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOOSH&lt;/span&gt;. Damn me! And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;World Cup&lt;/span&gt; starts this Friday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOLY MOTHER OF COW&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna need all the discipline in the world to get my As for terms! And I'm already screwing my grades up. God help me. And please help improve my Math teacher's heart condition too, because I think I play a major part in any heart failure she's gonna have in the future. Sorry ______ (I don't even know her damn name!!! AHHHHHHH). See the shithole I'm in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training's been... well, yeah, training, I guess. Haha I missed 2k cause I was an hour late today which means I gotta go run it at my own time soon. Ugh I hate running long dees :/ Other than that, we're still doing the walks and coordinating our lead leg and trail leg and swings and runs over the hurdle, so it's still rather slack. The Gods have informed me, though, that Mr Teo is famous for his trainings. Part of these trainings include &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;400mx10&lt;/span&gt;. DUDE, &lt;u&gt;KEEL ME NOWWWW&lt;/u&gt;. As if Ma Jiao Lian's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;300mx9&lt;/span&gt; now is not already killer. OH STUFF A BARREL UP MY NOSE AND PULL THE TRIGGER NOW. SIGHHHHHH. But then again, it's trainingggg. If I wanna be Champ, or have a medal at least, I gotta work. Haha, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gonna need a hella lot of work&lt;/span&gt;, though :P And DISCIPLINE. And time management such that I don't end up as an academic failure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GO NAZIII ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... well... so I guess I should go do some Math now? UGH I'm trying desperately to find something else to type about now, can you tell? Damn you, you slow, lazy-ass brain! ))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-6928563988817058426?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6928563988817058426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=6928563988817058426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6928563988817058426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6928563988817058426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/06/serving-my-blog-some-justice.html' title='Serving my blog some justice.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1766597772850608419</id><published>2010-05-08T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:17:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;tellin' me to get my shit together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; now I got my shit together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; now I made it through the weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; better days are gonna get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I've gone crazy. I swear. (Haha only Laura Kho knows what I mean I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1766597772850608419?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1766597772850608419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1766597772850608419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1766597772850608419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1766597772850608419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/05/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-5342350253448323002</id><published>2010-05-02T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:17:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated, updated! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you're gonna fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;glad you're goin' my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;music was made for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;cruisin' was made for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i love it when we're cruisin' together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss training :/ Gah. I've been feeling like sucha pig lately with eating, eating and EATING and not doing any exercise. Mass PEs are okay I guess, but it's nothing compared to training. How do I know this? Cause everytime I hear &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'2.4km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, I feel like puking and hiding behind a bush. Too bad the school doesn't have any (although some may argue that I have one behind my head :|). Before, we did 2.4 for freaking warm-ups man! AHHHH. If I continue at this rate, I swear I'm gonna need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by-pass surgery&lt;/span&gt; or something in a few months' time. &lt;u&gt;GOD HELP ME&lt;/u&gt;. I think too much sometimes, I know. But then again, thinking is one thing; acting on it is another. Bleagh, I'm sucha screwed up kid nowadays. I can't help but feel like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;choo-choo train&lt;/span&gt; that just keeps going and going and never stops. Thing is, I keep going but I'm not picking up anything along the way. &lt;u&gt;Empty&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;meaningless&lt;/u&gt; journey. I do try, I'll give myself that. But it's just not enough, I guess. Everytime I feel stupid, I tell myself to suck it up and just keep going. It used to work before, you know. But I think I've come to a point where I need to do stuff about stuff. Cause all this sucking-it-up thing gets really tiring after a while, and I feel like exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I re-read this whole post and realise how whiny, complain-y this all sounds. Haha. Fine. Life goal #__: Try to not to whine too often &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; Alrighty, time to go stretch and finish case studies for my PW (ugh). After which, perhaps I would lie down in bed for a good few minutes before falling asleep and wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Why, again, did I say OK to going to school at 8am on the morning of a school holiday tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. Sunday night schedule, all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-5342350253448323002?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5342350253448323002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=5342350253448323002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5342350253448323002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5342350253448323002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/05/updated-updated-d.html' title='Updated, updated! :D'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1022273268061823731</id><published>2010-03-20T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:18:09.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going &amp; Coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i think i'd better leave right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;before i fall any deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i think i'd better leave right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;feeling weaker and weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;somebody better show me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;before i fall any deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i think i'd better leave right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel it's essential that I admit I did lose my faith in all things for a while, but I've now realised, more than ever, how God is good. He is so, so good. I don't deserve a lot of the good things that I have now in my life. It's true. But despite my sins, he still gives them all to me (getting the Humanities Scholarship, the recovery of my lost bag filled with lotsa stuff, etc). And I'm so undeserving of it all. So, so undeserving. But He's good. So, so good. So, I'm done walking on the broken path now. It's about time I went back. Because my God is good. My God is so, so, so good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1022273268061823731?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1022273268061823731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1022273268061823731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1022273268061823731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1022273268061823731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-coming.html' title='Going &amp; Coming.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-5601255382495752016</id><published>2010-03-11T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:18:26.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Country Slang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;anything that's worth having  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;is sure enough worth fighting for  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;quitting's out of the question  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;when it gets tough gotta fight some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love 1AH. I love the new friends I've made here in ACJC. I love the gazillion breaks I have in my timetable. I love shopping and talking shitty weird lingo Grace came up with HAHA. I love how no one stops and bugs me anymore for so-called "short skirts". I love selling all my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun-o-rama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tickets in a week. I love selling 10 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'As You Like It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tickets in a week. I love crashing ACS (I) with Chaisy for no apparent reason (we shouldn't make it a habit haha). I love ACSian Theatre (although I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; inflexible, can't dance for nuts and get scolded every dance rehearsal ): ) I love swinging big, pretty flags around very enthusiastically :D. I love slowly growing fat with all the Arts students cause we have so many breaks and every break we eat something. But most of allllllll, I LOVE THE FACT THAT IT'S MARCH HOLS NEXT WEEEEEEEK. Andandandandand TOMORROW'S FRIII-DAYYYYYY ♥ Yay for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;mass PE&lt;/span&gt; (yes, ACJC, I happen to enjoy mass PE thank you very much and please don't kill me after you see this thanks) :DDDD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Burn fats burn fats burn fats&lt;/span&gt;!!! But I'm a bit nervous though cause I have a strain in my left hamstring and I don't know what else to do than apply the hot muscle ache cream thingy and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hope, pray and wish for the best&lt;/span&gt;. A website said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"stretch gently"&lt;/span&gt;. Well, not if it even hurts when I'm just sitting on the toilet bowl, pal. But it's much better now, like I can actually walk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;. I hear about people pulling their hamstring (coughbeckhamcough) and can't walk for like a week or more ): YIKES. Hence, I am a grateful, grateful girl (: And besides, I've never had a hamstring strain before so it's quite cool now how I can add to my list of injuries, right after ankle sprains. It was really bad when I woke up this morning, though. I had to roll all the way to the side of the bed. Throw my good leg over the edge, and drag my left leg along, all the way to the bathroom. Then I sat on the toilet bowl and felt like dying cause the weight was pressing on it. Then I slept (yes, while in the toilet) for about 5 minutes as usual. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Dear hamstring, please cure yourself fast so I can move on with my life. I would really appreciate that, thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh and I had the Humanities Scholarship interview yesterday! Wowowowee. Haha. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be la actually. I expected MUCH MUCH worse - they were gonna question me on every single arguable sentence in my essay and make me cry. But they didn't, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lucky for me&lt;/span&gt; (: The interview was at 9.30 in the morning, so I guess they were, pretty much, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morning people&lt;/span&gt;. Having done the interview now, I really reallyyyy hope I get the scholarship. But at the same time I'm prepared not to get it too. Grace Chan - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Aiya get then get la, don't get then don't get la"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. Aiya but at the end of the day, when you've tried your best and gave it your all, all that's left to do, really, is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;pray&lt;/span&gt; and hope for the best, I guess (((: After all, everything happens for a reason because God has a plan for everybody in the wholeeee wideeee world ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO STUDY FOR ECONS QUIZ TOMORROWWWWWW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-5601255382495752016?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5601255382495752016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=5601255382495752016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5601255382495752016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5601255382495752016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-country-slang.html' title='That Country Slang.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1702502697748514468</id><published>2010-02-28T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:18:58.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;we're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;a loaded gun complex, cock it and pull it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought Andrew Garcia's version of it on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'American Idol'&lt;/span&gt; was really nice &gt; &lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjqYFVhj-OI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjqYFVhj-OI&lt;/a&gt; . I don't know what the judges' problem was, maybe they went deaf for a bit :/Also, I was listening to Carrie Underwood's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Mama's Song'&lt;/span&gt; the other day, then I burst out crying. Hahahah! I am seriously a loser omg. But it WAS rather touching, I have to admit (DUH). Okay fineeeee, so I cry easily. Please don't make a big deal outta this when you see me in public please. SHEESH. And I went out with Alyssa and Valen yesterday after 2343484648 failed plans hahahah! Best day I has in a long long whileeeee (((: Gossiping and eating and joking! Hahahahah. THANKS YOU TWOOOO ILY TTVM ♥ ♥ ♥ And I'll get you your hamster soon Valen, please be patient dearie! Haahahhaha. Anywayyyy, I'm doing Econs now, everyone! ((: YAY. I refuse to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;closet mugger&lt;/span&gt;, however kinda appealing that sounds. And besides, for reasons unknown, I am now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Econs Rep&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAH. Yes, HAHAHAH. My plan to not have any leadership positions whatsoever has been foiled (Thanks alot alot ah Grace and 1AH!!!). Ahh, being a good student (or trying to, at least) is so tiring ): And Mdm Tham, the discipline mistress, is now my new best friend ((: No, like really! She was so nice to me on Friday and excused me from a ridiculous punishment otherwise given to girls with short skirts. &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO WORLD, I DO NOT HAVE A SHORT SKIRT OKAYYYY.&lt;/u&gt; (Not after I lengthened it 2 weeks ago, anyway) And not on purpose, most definitely! Omg eww, I am soooo not like THOSE kind of people. I just want to keel those girls whose skirts are half their thighs! Whoever said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'ignorance is bliss'&lt;/span&gt; deserves a kick in the crotch area. Hence, after little deliberation, I've decided to carry a ruler in my pocket everywhere I go from now on so that if I ever get stopped for "short skirt" again, I will whip it out and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROVE MY INNOCENCE.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh, I hate getting into trouble, and especially when I didn't do any wrong in the first place. It's like primary school all over again )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Mama! Kakak took my stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I did not!!! It's mine! My name's on it!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Ijechi, you're the older one, must learn how to give in! Give her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: fbwkgsgdbghfdb! (silently, in my heart of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Wth. But I guess for lotsa reasons, it's for my own good. You shouldn't regret anything in life, I guess. You live, you learn (: And then perhaps when I grow up, I can be an advocate for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrongfully-accused&lt;/span&gt; :D . Hmm, HOW EXCITING. And for the record, I guess i should wrap this up with a new-found celebrity I candy (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S4qIYJASOMI/AAAAAAAAADM/GPhfo1YSaM0/s1600-h/casey+james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S4qIYJASOMI/AAAAAAAAADM/GPhfo1YSaM0/s320/casey+james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443313047946016962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HI CASEY JAMES, ILY ♥♥♥ P.S: Please disappear Kara Dioguardi, you are married and should give other people (a.k.a. ME) a chance thank you very much :DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1702502697748514468?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1702502697748514468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1702502697748514468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1702502697748514468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1702502697748514468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/swinging.html' title='Swinging.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S4qIYJASOMI/AAAAAAAAADM/GPhfo1YSaM0/s72-c/casey+james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-4188882098247528463</id><published>2010-02-19T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:19:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Have Changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;all i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;is the air i breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and a place to rest my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We just got our timetable for the rest of the year today! Tutorials plus lectures and MASS PE hahahha. I'm so nervous for tutorials cause I just realised that we have homework. Yeah, when you consider not having done homework for a whole 3 months, you become nervous upon hearing the word 'homework'. And I'm so excited for mass pe omgosh! Everyone else says I'm crazy ): But I miss PE, kinda. And although I'll most likely end up crawling around on my knees after PE on Monday, I LOOK FORWARD TO THE CHALLENGE ((: Haha. Drama Day tmrwwwwwww. Anna messaged me 3 times in a n hour, reminding me to meet for breakfast at 8 tmrw. Heyyy I'm not always late okayyyyy! I'm punctual lotsa times too!! Sigh. Okay fine I take that back. But I'll be punctual for FOOD at least :DDDDD Hahaha. I have an ugly bruise on my knee from Dance on Wednesday ): BUT IT WAS DAMM FUNNN. All my muscles still ache though from all the stretching. Oh and woah I am officially envious of ultra-flexible people. I AM AS STIFF AS A TREE I SWEAR )): Grr. From now onwards, I think I should categorise stretching under the 'MUST-DO!' group in my brain. Right beside, 'food'! :DDD Really, I should  start stretching every dayyyy. I aim to defy the odds and be able to do a split by the time 'As You Like It' is over ha! ((: Oh and speaking of which, HEY EVERYONE, COME DOWN TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ACSian Theatre&lt;/span&gt;'s first production of the Year &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;'As You Like It'&lt;/span&gt;!!! All the info's here &gt; &lt;a href="http://http//www.facebook.com/#%21/ical/event.php?eid=454155580191"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/ical/event.php?eid=454155580191&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's gonna be spectacular duh of course, SO DON'T MISS IT LA OKAY (((: I love you all veh veh much people :D Oh and on the note of advertising, BUY &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FUN-O-RAMA&lt;/span&gt; TICKETS FROM ME TOOOOOOO. FYI, Fun-O-Rama is ACJC's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;renowned&lt;/span&gt; Carnival. It's every 2 years so if you miss it now, ha-ha to you. Haha no la, but let's just put it this way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYONEEE&lt;/span&gt; KNOWS ABOUT FUN-O-RAMA, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYONEEE&lt;/span&gt; WANTS TO GO TO FUN-O-RAMA, AND IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO AT LEAST ONE FUN-O-RAMA, YOU DESERVE TO BE IN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGI PRISON&lt;/span&gt;. One ticket's going at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;$10&lt;/span&gt;, but if you're in the right frame of mind, you'd buy at least 2 cause there's no way in hell you're only gonna spend one pathetic ticket at Fun-O-Rama. I'll accompany you to Changi Prison myself. Hahaha. So buy tickets from me please quickkkkkk! (((: (81750258, thanks. And I'm soooo gonna delete my no. after I finish selling my stack of tickets) Today was a generally goooood day btw ((: I heart &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;1AH &lt;/span&gt;already ((: There's some tension now between what seems like 3 different camps; Camp A, Camp B, and Camp Neutral. But I really hope the dust will settle soon enough. Cause I wanna riot and prank teachers for fun again. Haha (((: Chaisy and I went to crash (kinda) IB todayyyy! Saw Aishah and Mel and our new himbo friend Jon!!! Hahahah there were so many SC girls in IB I didn't know. And the food there is quite nice too. I think I clicked well with the canteen stall uncle and aunty. Hahahah. They were like interviewing me like what was my name and all that. It was scary at first, but then they gave me good food, so that made up for it. YAYYYY :D Hahahah. Omg I sound so pig now. Anywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You set it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Every word feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Watching the shadows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Burning in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I'm terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;For the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In my only life&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/3648226908135348128-4188882098247528463?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4188882098247528463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=4188882098247528463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4188882098247528463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4188882098247528463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-have-changed.html' title='Things Have Changed.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7997101629912535884</id><published>2010-02-16T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:20:01.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let go, let go, let go... Hope for the best, hope for the best, hope for the best. I refuse to let unworthy and undeserving people get to me. I live my life through God's will, not theirs. Like all the other times in my life, it feels so nice to have something to hold on to ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7997101629912535884?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7997101629912535884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7997101629912535884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7997101629912535884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7997101629912535884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-go-let-go-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-2502247557231954203</id><published>2010-02-09T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:20:17.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you open doors i close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;in a world where anything goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you give me strength so i stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;within this bed of earth, just like a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart doesn't feel like it's mine anymore (however it is you interpret that haha). But yeah :/ I feel so different now and I don't know why. Speaking of which, those last 4 words seem to be a necessity in everything I say these days. As much as I want to cry, I want to smile as well. For some reason, it's so much easier to do the latter and bottle the rest of the things up inside. As a result, it's so much easier to feel miserable too. But then I sit down and think of all the things I should be grateful about and I get disgusted with myself for thinking that. Although it's human, I guess I should complain less about life and listen more. With this, I've come to a conclusion that I always expect too much. God, and it kills me so. This is hard. Nonetheless, I'm glad I have You (: You'll make me the girl who smiles while she's crying, wipe those tears, then move on with a heart's that's a teeny bit stronger each time. This, I pray to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-2502247557231954203?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2502247557231954203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=2502247557231954203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2502247557231954203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2502247557231954203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile.html' title='Smile.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-4357720240679329876</id><published>2010-02-06T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:20:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;the silence isn't so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;till I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up today feeling like I just got hit by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;truck&lt;/span&gt; ): To make that worse, that's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; time I've said that line in 5 days. Haha. It just hit me that I've slept less than 25 hours in 5 days. Somehow, somewhere I heard that you were supposed to sleep like at least 8 hours a day or something. Hmm, I haven't done that in let's see...... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I guess the fact that I'm still alive should go into the books as a miracle. See, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;God IS Great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(: And He shall guide me through this Humanities Scholarship essay that's due on Monday too, as I continue to be deprived of my 8 hours of sleep. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To God be the Glory ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I am really getting this ACS thing; this is so awesome!!! HAHAHAH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-4357720240679329876?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4357720240679329876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=4357720240679329876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4357720240679329876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4357720240679329876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-yet.html' title='Not yet.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3771754343226119948</id><published>2010-02-03T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:23:05.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet FRANK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;in places no one will find all your feelings so deep inside;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;was there that i realised that forever was in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate people who put you down just because that's the only way they can bring themselves up. It's very tiring to keep giving faith and trust to someone, just to know that somewhere in the future (make that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; future), you'll get back-stabbed. AGAIN. I apologise for this post should it seem "bitchy" or whatever, but I just feel that this is so necessary; similar to the honourable habit of thinking twice prior to saying or doing anything. You know why? Because the world doesn't just revolve around you and if you somehow feel that being overly sarcastic and completely ignorant to other's feelings is cool and will boost your popularity or sth, then you really are just one sad, pathetic kid. From this moment on, I shall just not bother anymore, simply because I think it's a bloody waste of my time. I have more important things to do than help you adjust to this new environment, new friends, and what-not. You can go jump into the lion's den by your freaking self this time. Good luck. Have fun. I guess that's the least I could do for you know, wishing you all the luck you can get. "Not giving a damn" has never been part of my agenda in life, until just now. I cried after so long today and to think that YOU made me do that really pisses me off. I couldn't really care less if I don't have you as a "friend" anymore, you know? I've never really considered you one, anyway. I tried to be nice, I really did try. Honestly, though, I think I have finally come to a point where I know for sure "Enough is enough". Call it mature, call it growing up, call it whatever. But after feeling sorry for myself for the last 2 hours, I start thinking that perhaps this is His way of waking me up. I've drifted pretty far from His path, recently, and my heart tells me that all these challenges I'm facing currently is His way of guiding me back to the right path. For in the end, the truth of the matter is that you always come back to God, and you always come back to those who truly truly care for you a.k.a your family and those few really close friends. Perhaps it is an eye-opener for me; to make me realise that there are bigger, much bigger things than being too nice to people who don't really deserve it. He has blessed me with a too-kind-and-too-soft heart that often comes as a curse and cause me many problems. In spite of that, I'm also aware that that heart he gave me is the will be the precise framework for my future and my purpose in life, whatever THAT may be. For God knows best and he knows all. There was so much anger and hurt just now, but my heart is calm now because He allows it to be that way and I'm now ready for whatever it is that comes my way. I may not be ready for EVERYTHING exactly, but I am ready, nonetheless; and that is definitely one step up from my too-naive-for-her-own-good-before self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Moni! I know we've been through a lot of ups and downs ourselves, but thanks anyway for being there for me today, and all the other days. I really appreciated it (: You saved me from bursting out into tears in public (((: Haha. Oh and sorry I ended up crying anyway even though you told me not to let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; kind of thing bother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.P.S:&lt;/span&gt; Nad!!! Haha you didn't even know it, but your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'IB life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; sms-es really cheered me up just now. Haha. Thanks so much (((:&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/3648226908135348128-3771754343226119948?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3771754343226119948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3771754343226119948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3771754343226119948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3771754343226119948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-frank.html' title='Meet FRANK.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-2750742119852855325</id><published>2010-01-31T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:24:02.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not going to get suck into your vortex of insanity again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;so i will lose myself and bare my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;take this chance cause heaven knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;im so far gone, my choice is made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and even if my heart should break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you're the best mistake i've ever made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's been..... lotsa things. Haha, I guess it's been going well so far; but in saying that, I don't wanna expect too much. I always do, anyway, and in the end things always get messed up )): I'm still gonna put in my two cents (or more) worth into doing things, but I'll let Him lead the way (: Yeah, that sounds soooo much better. And that, basically, is life after all, right? Haha. We've been cheering away and dancing for 90% of orientation in AC for the past 2 days. I start wondering whether I should feel sympathetic towards my friends from other schools. I heard that Anderson, for one, already submitted their subject combinations and picked their CCAs. Woah. Dude, it's only been 2 days of school!!! See my dilemma?? Haha. And everyone asks me how's AC?? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"CHEERful"&lt;/span&gt;. There's no better word (: Oh and there's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hokkien Cheer&lt;/span&gt; too!!! It's my favourite so far cause it's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GANGSTERRR&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Heyyy I was a straight-A (kinda) student and from an all-girls school for the past 4 years of my life okayyyy. You have no idea the number of times I wished I was in some kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mafia&lt;/span&gt; or another. So so coooooool!!! The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese Yakuza&lt;/span&gt; is awesome too and China has the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United Bamboo&lt;/span&gt;' gang. I read somewhere that each of these gangs own like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt; of their country or sth. Interesting... I don't understand a word of my Hokkien Cheer but I like the feeling of screaming it out and acting gangster anyway ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Wa lang see kin ah (echo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Wa lang see how ah (echo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Wa lang see AC pa buay toh ah (acho)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ah see le beh song ah (echo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ka kin ka wa gong ah (echo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;AC AC Pa buay toh ah (echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL RIGHT?? Haha. I'm excited for no apparent reason. My clan, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vasillia&lt;/span&gt;, is damm cool awesome toooo! There are so many SC girls in Vasillia I dunno why. But Vasillia has lotsa girls in general anyway, I have no idea why too. But I love my OG &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HYPNOS&lt;/span&gt; ♥ There are still like very shy people but everyone's slowly opening up, I guess (: There's still those uber shy ones and after trying to break the ice for 2 days, I was on the brink of giving up ): I just got pretty tired and moody at some times of the day ): Sigh. Nyeh, I'll figure those tough nuts out one way or another ((: I'll try to, at least. Haha. But the girls are generally really really friendly! Maybe it's just a girl thinggg ♥ Haha. Like Charmaine and Jackie and Abigail and PriPri and Yan Rong ((: Everyone's really niceeeee! But I think most of the guys not very used to talking to the girls so generally, the guy-girl relationship in our group is quite errr...... yaa. Haha. But that's okay!!! We just take a lil bit more time, I guess ((: But if we don't get it done by Couples' Dance.... Hahahahha! Let's just say I think a lot of people are gonna be needing foot surgeries :DDD And our OG leaders are hyper and enthu like nobody's business! Hahahahha. But they're damm nice also la. It's pretty easy to tell that they're trying very hard to rope everyone in together and stuff (((: And omg AC's really crazy cause I just realised that there are so many West View Primary people as well. REUNION YAYYYYY (((: Like Anna and Nadine and Zhen Wei and Jason Ang and Nazryn and still got some more but I'm too lazy to think :/ And I've yet to figure out the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; way to go to and come back from school. Alyssa and I are always almost late for school and it's only been 2 dayssss!!! Hahahhah. Jokeeeeeee. We now have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"going to school"&lt;/span&gt; plans that stretch from Plan A to Plan D. Talk about dedication right?? Hahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayyy I guess that pretty much summarises thingsss. Haha there's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;million gazillion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody shit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMBARRASSING&lt;/span&gt; things that happened too but I have decided to save my beautiful blog space from that bunch of insults. Haha. Academic wise, I guess I've pretty much signed my A-Level will: H2 Lit, H2 Econs, H2 Geog, H1 Math, H1 Malay, GP, PW, H3 NUS Social Science &amp;amp; Humanities Research (i really really hope; please God ♥). Then, I plan to grab the Humanities Scholarship from MOE as well (: Sigh. I know the competition will be crazy tough; but I'm up for it. I have nothing to lose anyway, so might as well give it a go right? Make that a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/span&gt; 'go'. Haha. I pray God put the Humans Scholarship in my future cause i really really intend on trying my best for it. I suppose it'll end up as a showdown between the Hwa Chong Humanities Programme people and everyone else; but God knows best in the end (((: He always does ♥ And besides, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Best Is Yet To Be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, remember? Hahahhahahhahahhahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S2Wh2yR2OPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U-b5xhzHO5Y/s1600-h/acs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S2Wh2yR2OPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U-b5xhzHO5Y/s320/acs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432926488074008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really starting to miss SC though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Yellow and green, our SC school badge; Ain't nobody gonna be our match. Don't mess around with SCGS cause we're gonna do our best"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S2WkArjsNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/TNMBWD4qP-I/s1600-h/13759_179309247403_581117403_2946877_5449990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S2WkArjsNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/TNMBWD4qP-I/s320/13759_179309247403_581117403_2946877_5449990_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432928857091749682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we diddddd! ((((((((((((; ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-2750742119852855325?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2750742119852855325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=2750742119852855325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2750742119852855325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2750742119852855325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-im-not-going-to-get-suck-into-your.html' title='No, I&apos;m not going to get suck into your vortex of insanity again.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S2Wh2yR2OPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U-b5xhzHO5Y/s72-c/acs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3620405090508538758</id><published>2010-01-27T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:24:42.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; silver moon's sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; so kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up in the late morning for, what could possibly be, the last time today. But before that, I had to be forcefully woken up at 7 by my dad's voice booming in the hallway, going &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/span&gt; The text said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"IJECHI NAZIRAH NAZRI NWAOZUZU, you are posted to ANGLO-CHINESE JC, ARTS (22A), under 2010 JAE. Pl report to JC/MI on 28 Jan 10 at 7.30am."&lt;/span&gt; Well.... I guess I'll be heading off to ACJC now. The SCGS&gt;ACJC girl - what are the odds? Haha. I'm glad lots of my friends will be going there too. So much for all the excessive crying and moaning and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"We can't forget each other even if we go to different schools okay!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Oh, good times, good times... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACJC wouldn't know what just hit them as soon as the school term starts.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Speaking of which, I really think the fact that school starts tomorrow has to hit me harder. It's surreal, so surreal...... Kay, not anymore; I shall do the honors now: &lt;u&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/u&gt; (acknowledgements: mccaulay culkin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3620405090508538758?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3620405090508538758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3620405090508538758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3620405090508538758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3620405090508538758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/essence.html' title='Essence.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3055453089460251310</id><published>2010-01-25T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:25:13.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;stop ta ta talkin that blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;think you'll be gettin this? naw naw naw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;not in the back of my car ar ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;if you keep talking that blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to Hume, it is not logic and reasoning that determine our actions, but emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break between all these mind-screwing SAT Grammar tests. I failed my first one at 3/15. By the sixth, I was at 9/15. That's not too bad, I suppose; considering the fact that they were all back-to-back 'test, then answer, then explanation' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;marathons&lt;/span&gt;. In addition, I strongly feel that the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the last test involving grammar that I was involved in somehow was way back when I was 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has to be taken into account as well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obvious conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; SATs are big bullies, and I shouldn't be feeling bad that I failed 4 out of 6 grammar tests in a span of 45 minutes. There. I guess it's only fitting now that I get back and try making friends with SATs once more (the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sentence correction&lt;/span&gt; section, this time). If I'm lucky, we could eventually come to a point where we start trading lunches at recess. So help me, God. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3055453089460251310?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3055453089460251310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3055453089460251310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3055453089460251310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3055453089460251310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/catchy.html' title='Catchy.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7749843003868124326</id><published>2010-01-24T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:25:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Hear About That Rock In Space? Yeah, That Was Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people in love get fast and foolish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people in love get everything wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at least they're not lonely;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least they're not lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they'll never be lonely...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps I'm the reason for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Newton's first law&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;An object will continue in its state of rest or move in a continuous motion, at a constant speed unless a change is brought about by a resultant force acting on it.&lt;/em&gt; (Wah my physics still powerrr huh? Haha, so much for the B3 :/) I've reached a point where I am certain my life needs change. Mm-hmm, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;big&lt;/span&gt; change. I'm talking OBAMA (he's so cool!) change. Haha. Still in reference to Physics, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;, not space. I shouldn't be drifting about anymore, going on and on and exerting no influence whatsoever. I need to fight this gravity, start my on path. I will somehow, I know. I just hope it'll come a bit faster, you know? I'm really anxious; &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt;, even (: Haha. I wish to relive the old times too. Experience that moment I did a few months/years ago where I remembered telling myself, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I like where I am now. I like this".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After which, I just sort of drifted and drifted and eventually end up in this place that's just not me. Don't get me wrong, I like bits and parts of this "place" and all. It's just that I like that old "place" better; that "place" where I stopped doing stuff for a while to realise that things were going good (: I don't know if I'll ever see that "place" again, but I sure hope that wherever I go in the near future, God will bless me with that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feeling again. It's sort of like the kind of feeling people claim to have right before they die, like how everything seems so beautiful and there was no guile and no evil in the world anymore? Yeah, except just minus the dying part... Haha. Living a life half filled with superficiality is taking such a huge toll on me. Today is the day I walked into a huge wall saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Superficiality &amp;amp; spirituality are like Jay and Conan. They used to be fine together, but after a while, they just don't get along anymore, honey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Okay, so I didn't literally walk into a wall, but ahhh you know what I mean (: Thus, in order to live a balanced life, I have decided to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tone&lt;/span&gt; some things down and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;buff&lt;/span&gt; the others up a bit (: I guess I could tone the superficial part down to like &lt;strong&gt;20 %&lt;/strong&gt; maybe and I could buff up the spirituality part to &lt;strong&gt;75%&lt;/strong&gt;. The other &lt;strong&gt;5%&lt;/strong&gt; I have to leave out because just when you think you've got your whole life planned out before you, you never know what He has in store (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7749843003868124326?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7749843003868124326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7749843003868124326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7749843003868124326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7749843003868124326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-you-hear-about-that-rock-in-space.html' title='Did You Hear About That Rock In Space? Yeah, That Was Me.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-571450569587430909</id><published>2010-01-22T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:26:57.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience &amp; Principles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you're like an indian summer in the middle of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;like a hard candy with a surprise center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stuck at homeeeee. And facebook's photo uploader is being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; ): The video uploader is surprisingly behaving though (: Ugh I hate it when the loading bar goes all the way to the end and then the dialog box would go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Waiting for response"&lt;/span&gt;, then you wait wait wait, and like 10 seconds later it goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Upload failed. Please try again."&lt;/span&gt; AHHHH &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREW YOUUU&lt;/span&gt;. And I waited for like almost an hour waiting for the stupid thingy to load ): Ugh I feel like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCREAMINGGGGGGGG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But cannot la, got reputation &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(more like my neighbours would call up the cops if they heard me screaming randomly but, hey, who's assuming?&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; ((; Haha. I'm starting to feel so restless now. Oh and I have the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Bag' that I bought on eBay that I still need to pay for. It's only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 bucks &lt;/span&gt;including the domestic standard mail charge wheeeeeee! (: But, God, the seller is sooo annoying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Please make payment within 3 days of winning auction or negative feedback would be given"&lt;/span&gt;. That is one of the dumbest things I've ever seen. 3 days? WHY? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or else you'll hyperventilate and die?&lt;/span&gt; WTH. I don't understand this need for unnecessary deadlines. I bet he/she haven't even sent out the item anyway. SHEESH. I'll pay ya when I pay ya dude/dudette -.- Okay fine, I think I'm starting to sound like a crook. But just for that crap for a line, I've decided to only pay him/her tomorrow. That would make that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 days&lt;/span&gt; (: Screw negative feedbacks or whatever. There's such a thing as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;moral ethics&lt;/span&gt;, you know (as ironic as that sounds right now HAHA). My point, exactly? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I have the right to say that because I have to stick up with crap-ish photo uploaders which decide to fail themselves at the 99% mark of loading. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out with hmm let's see HALF of the Malay crew yesterday? Haha. The others couldn't make it, but we had fun for them. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;for&lt;/span&gt; them; cause I strongly believe that that is a moral obligation. Haha. I was like an hour late to meet Ain and Miami at first heh. Then went to Fira's house to play badminton, unofficially adopt her cuteness of a 1-year-old nephew, and create a ruckus after which. Haha. Sharing stories and acting like primary school kids all over again was so fun! It'd been so long, so yeah ((: Oh please and I guess I should clarify this: I do not like Hafizul's brother okay!!! Ain, Miami, Fira, Mary, I will personally slap all of you when we next meet. Haha, kidding. BUT STILL STOP IT!!!!! And he has a girlfriend alr lor, as so I've heard. The four of you, if you're reading this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YA'LL SUCKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;. No nonsensical rumours ah please! I gots no times for thisssss. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S1lkKieKiiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LWs6Ow7Zo3U/s1600-h/DSCF2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S1lkKieKiiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LWs6Ow7Zo3U/s320/DSCF2068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429480957986638370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ihsan is my only friend now ): And is it me, or does he have eye bags? Oooh someone's been doing late nights... Hahaha. Anyway, I was supposed to go for the 1SE class party at ECP today, I'M SORRY I CAN'T MAKE IT PEOPLE. No chips for meeeee )): Chips, chips, I WANT CHIPS. I need a little bit more fats because apparently fat is less dense than muscle (not that I actually have muscles), so that way I can float in water better and, thus, be able to swim :DDD &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT PLAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-571450569587430909?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/571450569587430909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=571450569587430909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/571450569587430909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/571450569587430909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/patience-principles.html' title='Patience &amp; Principles.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S1lkKieKiiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LWs6Ow7Zo3U/s72-c/DSCF2068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3772137080565111382</id><published>2010-01-17T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:54:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you give me something that makes me scared alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;this could be nothing but i'm willing to give it a try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;please give me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;then some day i might know my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new fridge!!! But it's so weird cause my mum doesn't wanna throw away our old fridge, but there's not enough space really. So know we have 2 oddly arranged fridges in our kitchen. Haha. Oh and on the way to picking up the fridge, we rode in my uncle's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lorry&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;u&gt;WAHHH IT WAS SO EXCITING&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S1LP2R2yPkI/AAAAAAAAACs/LVSijRvWlOw/s1600-h/Image%28032%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S1LP2R2yPkI/AAAAAAAAACs/LVSijRvWlOw/s320/Image%28032%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427629032347942466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho I look so stupid haha! And I made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;list. Yes, not WISHlist, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;need&lt;/span&gt;list (: Smart right? HAHA. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 2010 Planner&lt;br /&gt;2) New swimsuit (in case I get into ACJC, where I'll have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swimming lessons&lt;/span&gt; each week ):  )&lt;br /&gt;3) Pencil case (all I have now is a zip-loc bag as a reminiscence from my 'O' Level days)&lt;br /&gt;4) School shoes&lt;br /&gt;5) New bras&lt;br /&gt;6) Ear studs&lt;br /&gt;7) School uni + books + school stuffs&lt;br /&gt;8) More contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pasted it on top of my desk! Haha. I feel so nervous about number 2 because firstly, I'm not sure whether I'll get into ACJC or not plus I'm slowly starting to have second thoughts about putting AC first and IB second. Secondly, &lt;u&gt;I CAN'T SWIM&lt;/u&gt;!!! And Xiaomin says if you can't swim, they make you practice in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baby pool&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;. Omg omg omg. Okay fine, I can float on water, yeah in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1.2m&lt;/span&gt; deep pool ); I seriously need to learn how to tread water, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;. That's all that's necessary right? Once I can tread water and make sure I don't sink the moment I jump into the pool, that's fine. We call it 'basics', baby, BASICS. Then, I can slowly learn how to swim (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay set&lt;/span&gt;! I now have a concrete plan already. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOBODY STOP ME&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. My grandma's nagging at me now to hang up the curtains and it's so funny because I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nevermind what, the house looks fine without curtains."&lt;/span&gt; Then she replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you know the feeling of not wearing a bra huh? That is how the house feels you know."&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHHAHAH. I have no idea what bras and curtains really have in common with each other, but that right there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;metaphor of the year&lt;/span&gt;, seriously. Haha. Hi Nenek, if you're seeing this one day! (: This reminds me of another classic conversation during our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Minah'&lt;/span&gt; outing with Shameera, Adilah, Huda &amp;amp; Aishah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think that guy's quite good looking.&lt;br /&gt;Sham: Where where?&lt;br /&gt;Me: There. Next to that girl.&lt;br /&gt;Sham: Oh ya ah. Go talk to him la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He has a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Sham: Aiya girlfriend only. Not married what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA. Yes, hi, my friend is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;man-eater&lt;/span&gt;. Haha aww I love you Sham! ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3772137080565111382?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3772137080565111382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3772137080565111382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3772137080565111382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3772137080565111382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/somethings.html' title='Somethings.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S1LP2R2yPkI/AAAAAAAAACs/LVSijRvWlOw/s72-c/Image%28032%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-4342542877553269290</id><published>2010-01-14T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:01:33.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We crazy, but we fine (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;i fly like paper, get high like planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;if you catch at the border i got visas in my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;if you come round here, i make 'em all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'll get one down in a second if you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm no I wouldn't actually (: Haha. Anyweekyways, I almost died trying to figure out how to work around the previous skin. I like this better, this is good (; My blog is so colourful now yay! Good job, Nazirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was crazy omg. Went to RJ open house in the morning cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynn made me&lt;/span&gt;. And Chaisy Shen, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wearer of long sleeves in hot weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; had to wait an hour for us at Bishan MRT. Love you, Chaisy! (: Then walked a "far" distance to RJ, met Jerald, took goodie bags, and scooted off. Time: 10 minutes. Haha. Then I went to KAP for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gathering YAY! There were only like 10 people I think? And there was some girl I didn't know but my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; conscience told me to wave and I did. Haha I felt so stupid after that cause she gave me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;omg-I-don't-know-you-but-I'm-just-gonna-wave-anyway&lt;/span&gt; look. Sigh. Some skills have to be learnt man. But Mrs Koh was the star of the gathering la, needless to say :D Shared lotsa stories bout Aussie and school and stuff. It was damm fun catching up after sooooooo long! Coolness (: Oh but then Lynn and Chaisy had to barge into KAP all of a sudden to harass me. After that Al came along to harass me more. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Trauma sia, trauma....&lt;/span&gt; It was a three-lady &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAFIA&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Went to ACJC Open House after that, where Lauren, Adilah &amp;amp; Moni joined our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAFIA&lt;/span&gt;. Saw practically like half the cohort of SC girls there. &lt;u&gt;SO FUNNY.&lt;/u&gt; We were dead-beat tired after all our nonsense and Xiaoming's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"INCREDIBLE"&lt;/span&gt; (in case she sees this haha) tour. Haha. I told Lynn I was going to join rugby and be the star then she laughed :/ &lt;u&gt;NOT FUNNY.&lt;/u&gt; Then I told her I was gonna join Student Council and her laughbox practically burst. I have the best friends ever omggggg -.- HAHA. After our dead-beatness we decided there was still time for one more and went to NJ. It was, as they say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; different from all the other schools. Whether that's a good or bad thing, I'll leave it to you to figure out. Haha. After that was 961 all da way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S067_PtCscI/AAAAAAAAACc/9EzOCvlNGFs/s1600-h/JC+CRAZEEEEEE.+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S067_PtCscI/AAAAAAAAACc/9EzOCvlNGFs/s320/JC+CRAZEEEEEE.+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426481296249631170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MIO TV&lt;/span&gt; sucks now and there's so little good channels, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like fainting&lt;/span&gt;. Never before has watching TV become so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;. My life has become almost meaningless after my separation from Nickelodeon and Disney Channel and ESPN and Star World and AXN and Asian Food Channel ): The only sports channel I have is a football channel which only shows classic matches and La Liga matches. Not that there's anything wrong with La Liga and Spanish soccer players, but they haven't give us our EPl yet ): Sigh. But nevermind, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I shall hang in there&lt;/span&gt;. Once I get my EPL and World Cup and my US TV Pack, I shall bring lotsa tissues to comfort all you &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&gt; people. Haha. Aiya, at least you still have your Nickelodeon and Disney Channel ): Unfair. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S06xS2zYRkI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ioi6wfvGVw8/s1600-h/spongebob-squarepants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S06xS2zYRkI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ioi6wfvGVw8/s320/spongebob-squarepants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426469538534803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-4342542877553269290?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4342542877553269290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=4342542877553269290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4342542877553269290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4342542877553269290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-crazy-but-we-fine.html' title='We crazy, but we fine (;'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/S067_PtCscI/AAAAAAAAACc/9EzOCvlNGFs/s72-c/JC+CRAZEEEEEE.+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3067242365833040435</id><published>2010-01-11T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:40:00.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;cause now i have the courage like never before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;settled for less, now i'm ready for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of a better way to start this than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'THANK YOU GOD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He made today such a good day; such, such, suchhhh a good day! I couldn't ask more for anything, I swear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is now my favourite number. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English                                              : A1&lt;br /&gt;Literature                                         : A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities (SS, Geog) : A1&lt;br /&gt;Malay                                                : A1&lt;br /&gt;Math                                                  : A1&lt;br /&gt;Additional Math                               : A2&lt;br /&gt;Higher Malay                                   : A2&lt;br /&gt;Physics                                              : B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry                                         : B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L1R5=07 L1R4=05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo I didn't get at least 7A1s and I didn't get an L1R5 of 6 points, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;God is still GREAT&lt;/span&gt;. I twas so funny at first cause I did the math really quick inside my head and came up with '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L1R5=9&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aiya quite good already la actually. God has granted me a single digit yay"&lt;/span&gt;. Then I realised that I hadn't count the grade I had for Malay. After which &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L1R5=8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D OMG I WAS SO EXCITED I RAN TO MY MUM AT THE BACK OF THE HALL AND CRIED, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mama! I got 8 points!"&lt;/span&gt; Honestly speaking, I don't think my mum really understood what had just happened cause she started looking all flustered. Haha. Nonetheless, I cried until my contact in my right eye got displaced -.- After which, I walked around like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt; for a while after that trying to multi-task hugging my friends and blinking my right contact back into position. :D Then, after a while, I realised "Eh, I haven't opened the confirmation letter yet!" So I got my dad to open it, and in it was typed - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;'L1R5=07'&lt;/span&gt;. That, right there, was breaking point and I just stood there letting carbon dioxide escape from my wide-open mouth then my dad was all like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hurry! Go re-tell your friends! Say you made a mistake"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHHAHAAHAA. OMG EPIC EPIC MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo the moral of the story is: &lt;u&gt;I have no freaking clue how to calculate L1R5s, even though for the past 4 years of my life, I thought I did&lt;/u&gt; (: I don't know about you, but I think that's one fine story. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have to dedicate this joint to 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; people I've met in my 4 years in SCGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mel Mellie Khor Khor&lt;/span&gt;! Haha. I thought of getting you a present, but after seeing your name flashed on the screen for 7A1s, I think you have all the presents you'll ever need for your 17th birthday! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Xu YanBINGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;! :D Real sorry I couldn't go for your party tonight, Bing! I had my own little party over dinner at my Grandma's haha. I have no idea how much you got, but I shan't bother asking cause you looked so happy! That's all a friend ever needs. Enjoy your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;limited edition&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;one-of-a-kind present&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! (even though it really isn't (; ) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nownownownow is the time to start thinking about my future for a lil' bit and figure out which JC I wanna go to. Henceforth, I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt; at cha for now! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3067242365833040435?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3067242365833040435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3067242365833040435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3067242365833040435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3067242365833040435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-now.html' title='This Is My Now.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7673648046477769286</id><published>2010-01-10T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:42:35.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going; Take It Higher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Flyer than a pelican find another chick better than (I don't see her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Cause my swag is serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Something heavy like a first day period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'The Saturdays'&lt;/span&gt; are now my favourite artists of the moment :) Haha, alright now to get down with it.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOMORROW IS RESULTS DAY AND OMG I AM FREAKING OUTTTTTTTT SO SO BADLY OMGGGGGG.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My heart sinks everytime I think about it. Then I start to wonder to myself why, since I really tried my best. Of course, like everything else, I could have always done better, a little bit more. Whatever it is, what's done is done and THAT I know I can't change. I'll just have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tawakkal&lt;/span&gt; after all that praying now because my certificate's already been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"printed &amp;amp; LAMINATED"&lt;/span&gt; by now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tawakkal&lt;/span&gt; seems so easy to do but it's being quite a challenge now because I just can't seem to stop thinking about tomorrow!!! AH I CAN'T HELP IT. And it's so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, you know! There's so much on the line, in my case, and it is very scary not knowing what to expect. For like half-an-hour, I wrote 5 pages in my diary last night. I haven't felt so refreshed until then (: But now it's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;here-we-go-again&lt;/span&gt;. Tonight will be the last night I'll ever recite this prayer again, and I guess it's time I broadcasted it to the world. Perhaps, somewhere in the future, this might help someone else too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dear Allah, please let me get an L1R5 of 6 points for my O-level examinations that I sat for last year. I do believe I am deserving of this dear God, of at least a single-digit L1R5 because I have worked hard and put in great effort into doing well. Like attending study camp religiously, even when I did not have to, and working hard in class to move form Band 3 to Band 1 and stuff. I have never worked harder for anything in my life, and so I shall shamelessly as of you, please do not deny me an L1R5 of a single-digit, at the very least. Please also let me haveat least 7 A1s, including the Malay subject I sat for in 2008. And Allah, please let ____ be my future school and the school in which I will pursue my A-level education for these next 2 years of my life. Please, Allah, I have never wanted anything this much before. I pray to you, oh Allah. With this, I will leave it all to You. Amin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7673648046477769286?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7673648046477769286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7673648046477769286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7673648046477769286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7673648046477769286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-going-take-it-higher.html' title='Keep Going; Take It Higher.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-8958574809619910359</id><published>2010-01-03T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:59:49.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think I'm crazy. Crazy, I tell you. Or maybe I'm just thinking to much. Ah I don't know. Nazirah Ijechi, stop being crazy, you foollll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-8958574809619910359?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8958574809619910359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=8958574809619910359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/8958574809619910359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/8958574809619910359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-think-im-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3073096820176941963</id><published>2010-01-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:48:10.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;when the best come out, the best come out to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;yeahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; everyone! Haha I hope this replies all the messages I got on my phone. I know, I know; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how selfish am i not to reply to all my nice friends who texted me?&lt;/span&gt; But let's just say being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;financially-savvy&lt;/span&gt; is one of the things on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;New Year's resolution&lt;/span&gt; list (: Here we goooooo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Head &gt; Heart&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn to kill a lizard&lt;br /&gt;3) Save $50 to $100 a month (i give myself a little face here)&lt;br /&gt;4) Own a Nokia N-97 mini or a Blackberry at the very least&lt;br /&gt;5) Read at least 1 book in 1 month&lt;br /&gt;6) Do some kinda chore at home at least once a day (stop being lazyyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;7) Get spotted!&lt;br /&gt;8) Do at least 200 CIP hours&lt;br /&gt;9) Help out at at least 2 charity events&lt;br /&gt;10) Kill an insect myself if I see one (stop being a cowardddd)&lt;br /&gt;11) Cut down on 'Sorority Life' on FB&lt;br /&gt;12) Start e-mailing Grandma Bilhah again like last time (:&lt;br /&gt;13) I SHALL STOP HERE CAUSE THE REST OF THE THINGS I DON'T INTEND ON SHARING WITH THE WORLD WIDE WEB ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was annoying because I woke up every few minutes with "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt; i gotta add this to the list!". Then I had to text it to my phone as a draft :/ Talk about last-minute work... And I made it key not to write &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;generic&lt;/span&gt; stuff like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Study harder"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Be nicer to so-and-so"&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know. The term &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'generic'&lt;/span&gt; itself is so ominous. And you'll most likely not end up accomplishing it because you start thinking to yourself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmm how much harder exactly did I mean?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this considered 'nicer'?"&lt;/span&gt; Boy I'm not getting myself into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; mess again.. 2010 is gonna be all about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;precision&lt;/span&gt;, baby. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accuracy&lt;/span&gt;... The works ((: With this, it is now 121o and I should be sleeping.. Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3073096820176941963?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3073096820176941963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3073096820176941963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3073096820176941963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3073096820176941963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-hope.html' title='I&apos;ll Hope.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-177928451676339229</id><published>2009-12-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:59:15.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoneddddd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;who says i can't get stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i'll plan a trip to japan alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;doesn't matter if i even go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;who says i can't get stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! But my ma's hogging the toilet.. Sigh. I'll post up my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;New Year's Resolution&lt;/span&gt; list tmrw! I'll make it a point even to paste it on the hallways of my house and the walls of my room; that is until my parents make noise. Haha. But it's so annoying how half the time, I don't even end up accomplishing all the things on the list. There's always that one or two sore thingies &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sticking out&lt;/span&gt; :/ And I don't even remember where I last kept my 2009 Resolution List. But that can be good though. Maybe by now, I've secretly accomplished everything. Aaah you never know (: Yeah and speaking of which, I need to make another list - a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WISHLIST&lt;/span&gt;. Not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Sorority Life'&lt;/span&gt; one. And that reminds me, on my NY Resolution List, I seriously have to put down &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'SORORITY LIFE ONLY ONCE A FREAKING WEEK&lt;/span&gt;' (((: Went out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Afifah Miami&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG OUTING OF THE MONTH SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;. Haha it's so funny how we never really did change since Primary school. The moment we first saw each other on Tues, we just started laughing and laughing and laughing for no apparent reason like a couple of morons haha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Just like the ol' times ((&lt;/span&gt;: I'm so grateful lotsa my friends haven't changed much. I don't know, I just like most people the way they were the last time I saw them. It makes things so much easier, you know? But.... you don't always get what you want sometimes so yeah (; Anyway, next week is gonna be packed with stuff LIKE HELLLL. So many outings, so little time. And it's the last week too before results so yeah.... God, results.... I want it, yet I don't want it. This is sooo confusing you have no idea. Just cause it's soooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;. It beats everything that comes it's way gosh. I'm sooo anxious/nervous/scared/AHHHH. Oh and it's so cool cause I came across another blog which had like the same format as mine! You know, like how I'd type a song that fits my current mood at the start of each post and stuff.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE WOW&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe 13443484638 other people do the same thing, it's just that I'm too self-absorbed or sth. Haha okay by now you're probably wondering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how the hell does she hold that pee for so long?"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I HAVE A STRONG BLADDER PEOPLE YOU HAVE NO IDEA&lt;/span&gt;. Kay, whatever, time to pee now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-177928451676339229?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/177928451676339229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=177928451676339229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/177928451676339229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/177928451676339229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/stoneddddd.html' title='Stoneddddd.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7044340674408432307</id><published>2009-12-27T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:17:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(((((((((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SEZAIRI WON SEZAIRI WON SEZAIRI WON OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHOOOOOOOO I AM SOOOOOOOOO ECSTATIC! HAHA MY VOTES DIDN'T GO TO WASTE YAYYYY! I FEEL QUITE BAD FOR SYLVIA LA BUT I ALWAYS LIKED SEZAIRI BETTAH ((: IT'S OKAY I HAVE FAITH IN BOTH; THEY'LL MAKE IT FAR IF THEY WORK HARD (((: AND I WAS RIGHT CHARICE MADE EVRYONE'S JAW "DROP, BOUNCE, DROP AGAIN". HAHAHAHAHHAH. AHHH IM SOO EXCITED SO IM JUST GONNA TYPE IN CAPS ALL THE WAY AND NOT BOTHER CHANGING IT CAUSE THE COMPUTER PEOPLE HAVEN'T CREATED THAT BUTTON I WANTED THEM TO CREATE ))): OKAY OKAY OKAY BUHBYE EVERYBODY IM GOING TO EXPRESS MY EMOTIONS ON FB NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HARI ASYURA EVERYBODY! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7044340674408432307?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7044340674408432307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7044340674408432307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7044340674408432307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7044340674408432307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='(((((((((((((((((:'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7504718995164298972</id><published>2009-12-27T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:11:57.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;look at the stars, look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and all the things you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Singapore Idol'&lt;/span&gt; now WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;his is so exciting omg!&lt;/span&gt; I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sezairi Sezali&lt;/span&gt; to win. SEZAIRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I like Sylvia too! But I like Sezairi's voice better la (: And Sezairi's grandma is so cuteeee! Haha. Oh and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHARICE PEMPENGCO&lt;/span&gt; IS GONNA PERFORM LATERRRRRR! Haha it's so funny cause she'll just end up making everyone go "Singapore Idol who?" Haha I loved her ever since I saw her on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt; omg move over Miley Cyrus Demi Lovato Jonas Brothers whatever. Haha. And shopping yesterday was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;da bomb diggity&lt;/span&gt;! Haha yes managed to go shopping after all. My aunt was discharged on the same day and this was what I got from my mum who got this from the doc: low blood pressure + too much exercise = what seems like an appendix problem. Yeah.... I'm sure you can tell from this that I'm no Biology student. Haha. Oh and the 'before-and-after' pictures are up whooooooooo! See people, &lt;u&gt;IMMA GIRL OF MA W&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;ORD&lt;/u&gt; (: And I cleaned three different places in 6 hours on Friday night okayyyy. Actually not that good la. I bet other people can do it in like 2 hours tops. But still sia I put in effort!! Haha. A round of applause please, anyone? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SzdwEltMfCI/AAAAAAAAABU/wSwH5_FMbe4/s1600-h/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SzdwEltMfCI/AAAAAAAAABU/wSwH5_FMbe4/s320/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419923900707142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz3npXiRI/AAAAAAAAABc/QkuOtT6C0Vc/s1600-h/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz3npXiRI/AAAAAAAAABc/QkuOtT6C0Vc/s320/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419928075936172306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY! That was my balcony desk. Final count: 4 plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz4GCWCfI/AAAAAAAAABk/d1B3SckgQFc/s1600-h/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz4GCWCfI/AAAAAAAAABk/d1B3SckgQFc/s320/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419928084093995506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz4gy51bI/AAAAAAAAABs/cEE9pAcfywY/s1600-h/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz4gy51bI/AAAAAAAAABs/cEE9pAcfywY/s320/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419928091276989874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my desk my desk! And yes that was my sister playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Spider Solitaire'&lt;/span&gt; ((: Count: 2 plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz450YscI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9DiVf361pbg/s1600-h/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz450YscI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9DiVf361pbg/s320/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419928097994092994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz5Tp6iXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XcjrVLB1uvg/s1600-h/DSCF2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szdz5Tp6iXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XcjrVLB1uvg/s320/DSCF2038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419928104929495410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooooooom(: Final final count: 8 plastic bags!! (((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szd4D9QSHJI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1rkqPxRrYI/s1600-h/DSCF2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Szd4D9QSHJI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1rkqPxRrYI/s320/DSCF2040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419932685941480594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE MYSELF ((((: Haha. Yayyy now I can no longer be bound at home cause I "haven't cleaned my room". Thank you, God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7504718995164298972?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7504718995164298972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7504718995164298972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7504718995164298972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7504718995164298972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow.html' title='Yellow.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SzdwEltMfCI/AAAAAAAAABU/wSwH5_FMbe4/s72-c/Spring+%28kinda%29+Cleaning+251209+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1095436794098728328</id><published>2009-12-26T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:11:31.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know That I Could Use Somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;i've been roaming around; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;i've been looking down at all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so boredddddddddddddd. Yes, you must be wondering, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wasn't she supposed to be shopping?"&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Except I have to wait for my mum to finish up her work ): Haha I was so desperate, I went down to her office in the morning. So hi everyone, from Bugis! But then my aunt called and told us she's in SGH now and the doc says it's an appendix problem, so my mum intends to go there after work. Ugh I know I'm being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;. I hate myself. But still! And you know it's always like in those shows and if I were in them, they'd be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well even if she died, I'm sure she would want to see you do whatever makes you happy"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS WRONG WITH THAT CONCEPT&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess, on a superficial level (which is the perfect level for this case), it makes sense. Okay okay I'm being very mean now ): This is so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;! Omg stop it, Nazi. Aiyah but I was looking forward to thisssss. Ah. Now I don't know. I feel like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rawiri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in our Lit book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Whale Rider'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;This sucks.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whale Rider&lt;/span&gt; all over again &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HORROR&lt;/span&gt;. And I even wore my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;contacts&lt;/span&gt; today! Okay man, seriously, anything I put on contacts for that doesn't fall through, I get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed-off, angry, ehmygawd-i-hate-you-4eva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;. Ya. And notice how I don't even bother to correct any grammatical errors I might have made in the previous few sentences :/ Ya. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh I'm so confused/angry/sad. AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELFISHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ah I hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. : Please forgive me for my negative thoughts and feelings, God. Please let Ateh be okay. Please, please, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1095436794098728328?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1095436794098728328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1095436794098728328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1095436794098728328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1095436794098728328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-that-i-could-use-somebody.html' title='You Know That I Could Use Somebody.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3467785224775577380</id><published>2009-12-25T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:26:15.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh they say the sky the limit, but I say there's so much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cause your love takes me higher than I’ve ever been before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Where the heavens hold the stars, that's why they stay where they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I know why they shine the way they do; that's the way I feel about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Anniversary Papa &amp;amp; Mama!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for forgetting heh.&lt;/span&gt; Omgosh I remember those times when me and my sister would sit diligently on the floor outside my parents' room and draw stuff for them on Christmas morning as an anniversary present. Haha. Good times, good times... Then we would religiously watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;'Art Attack'&lt;/span&gt; on the days leading up to Christmas to get ideas. It didn't always work but hey, it was loads of fun nonetheless ((: Today, my sister and I woke up at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3pm&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah.... I guess you could say we've gone far from being those girls who sit on the floor in front of our parents room to draw, and subsequently attempt to make them breakfast-in-bed. &lt;u&gt;Faillllll&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aww I love you, Papa &amp;amp; Mama!&lt;/span&gt; ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3467785224775577380?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3467785224775577380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3467785224775577380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3467785224775577380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3467785224775577380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheeeeeeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1163857247054803919</id><published>2009-12-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:22:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Red (and green!) High Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you can watch me walk if you want to, want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i bet you want me back now don't you, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times when I feel like blogging, yet I have no idea what to talk about. Wowness. I guess I'm just gonna lament about my life (or what's left of it, at least). Soooo the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before-and-after&lt;/span&gt; spring cleaning pictures are not up yet because the 'after' part hasn't happened yet heh. I'm so lazy omg. I don't know why I just can't bring myself to clean up all my junk ugh. Okay tomorrow, I promise!!! No wait tomorrow's Aunty Theresa's Christmas party. Shit. Okay fine, the day after I guess. Eh no after Christmas is Boxing Day and Boxing Day = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;. Damn. I need to set my life straight! Ugh. Okay okay, you heard it first here - NAZIRAH IJECHI WILL CLEAN UP ALL HER O LVL JUNK BY THE END OF THE YEAR! She promises ((: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'Sorority Life'&lt;/span&gt; is taking a hold of my life recently, so I've slowed down yupp. But I get Christmas presents, you know! It's so exciting gosh! Okay stop. Get a grip :/ So, went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Maldives &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Canada&lt;/span&gt; with Lynn and Lauren on Tuesday. Yeah, "The Maldives &amp;amp; Canada" is a substitute phrase for &lt;u&gt;"cycled from East Coast to Changi and back, in the rain"&lt;/u&gt;. Haha! We decided that if we imagined really really hard, East Coast Park would look like Canada and Changi would somehow look like The Maldives. Haha! Then went to the cafe Kaibin was working at in town. Wah lao the cafe was like some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;posh&lt;/span&gt; thing where like half the customers inside were ang mohs. I had never stared at any menu for that long before; you have nooooo idea. Haha. Then there was this ang moh guy who was like some kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;social butterfly&lt;/span&gt; and talked up all the women in the cafe. And he sent us a free drink wheeeee! And it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$9&lt;/span&gt; okayyyyy (and tasted quite nice). Since I, myself, would have never done anything like that, I decided to appreciate the gesture (((: He probably bought everyone else in there something too, anyway. In the end, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;for pride's sake&lt;/span&gt;, I bought 2 chocolate muffins for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$6&lt;/span&gt;. I guess you could say it was worth the price la; but I can't deny how it hits me every single time that I can buy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 packets of chicken rice&lt;/span&gt; for $6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and I guess this is the part I told you about my humiliation at The Maldives. Lynn, Lauren &amp;amp; I were dancing and shaking our ass to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'Single Ladies'&lt;/span&gt; for the sake of video-ing our antics, but thennnnnn a group of (quite cute la) ang moh guys comes cycling in front of us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THE EMBARRASSMENT OMGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;. And after that a few more groups of people came cycling by too, but by then it was a case of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;been there, done that&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah... And the aftermath of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 hours&lt;/span&gt; of cycling was so sad. My tailbone hurt so bad I thought I wouldn't be able to have 6 children when I grow up anymore :/ It was, very arguably, worse than training. Haha and Lauren insisted she couldn't feel her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lauren&lt;/u&gt;: I think I need to learn how to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhah. And there was this thing called &lt;u&gt;'PCN&lt;/u&gt;' written on the cycling tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lauren&lt;/u&gt;: What's 'PCN'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Lynn&lt;/u&gt;: Park Connector... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic.&lt;/span&gt; I still don't know what the heck 'PCN' is. Haha wow another thing to add on my to-do list. Right after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'CLEAN MY JUNK!'&lt;/span&gt;. Okay man I got to run now to call my Grandma Bilhah and wish her Merry Christmas. Adieu! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. : SHOPPING ON SATURDAY I CAN'T WAIT!!!! Dear God, please guide me throughout my shopping trip and bless the money I spend and everything I buy. Please let me be careful so that this retail therapy (haha!) be an enlightening one for Hannah &amp;amp; I :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1163857247054803919?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1163857247054803919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1163857247054803919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1163857247054803919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1163857247054803919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-red-and-green-high-heels.html' title='My Red (and green!) High Heels'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3359457578456711411</id><published>2009-12-21T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:16:00.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapping It All Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh can you feel the gravity falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;calling us home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh did you hear the stars colliding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;dying just to show we belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the computer people should invent a thingy such that when you accidentally hit the CAPS lock button, you can highlight your whole sentence and change the words into small letters in an instant; vice-versa. Then you wont have to re-type the whole freaking thing again. But that gets me wondering though, is there such a thingy in the first place, just that I don't know about it (like a lot of other things). :/ Seriously, this is so stressful. Haha. Well, in comparison to my 2 previous posts, I am a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muchhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; person now (: Having a little more wouldn't hurt, but oh well. (((: Oooh ooh here's one reason why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Sy4btvGMO_I/AAAAAAAAABM/kW0XMKYE66k/s1600-h/DSCF2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Sy4btvGMO_I/AAAAAAAAABM/kW0XMKYE66k/s320/DSCF2220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417297874323782642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty pretty chocolate hamper! So pretty right? (: Yeahhh it's one of those things - box damn big but there's only four pieces of chocolate inside. &lt;u&gt;Kill-joy&lt;/u&gt; :/ Speaking of joy, I'm listening to Boyz II Men's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;'I'll Make Love To You'&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, seriously, what happened to all the good music like this, man? See, you don't have to be all sick and vulgar to make sexy songs (: Not that all the songs now suck or anything but oh well, you get what I mean (: Oh ya, and I think I'm addicted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Sorority Life'&lt;/span&gt; on FB. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's so fun!!!&lt;/span&gt; I have lotsa money, cars, accessories, clothes &amp;amp; boyfriends. Sigh. I don't know how it gets better than this... Haha! :D Oh and I can 'fight' other people and earn money and influence if I win. WHAT A LIFE, RIGHT??? Okay, so let's get back down to earth now and hang out with reality for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLE'S COMING BACK TOMORROW WOOHOOOOOO! Okay fine so she came back today I think. But we're going out tomorrow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Li En, Wanda, Elle&lt;/span&gt; (: And Michelle Wiryadi, you owe me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;starburst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Haha. Then gonna cycle at East Coast with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lauren &amp;amp; Lynn&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday. The weather forecast on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'News 5 Tonight'&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;'thunderstorm'&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday, but that's okay. We'll just dance in the rain if that happens (: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(NOTE-TO-SELF: no wearing anything white on tuesday. thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah this is quite cool I just blogged like 3 days in a row. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt; feat, can? Haha. Sleepover/Picnic with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;minah-minah melayu&lt;/span&gt; ku, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4DG&lt;/span&gt; class partaye (organising is soooo not fun :/), &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6K&lt;/span&gt; class gathering, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modeling&lt;/span&gt; coming up. I can't wait! Thank you, God, for lining these nice activities up for me (: Oh ya and I need to start cleaning up all my 'O' Level mess. Gosh, this sucks. I regret having 3 different studying places. So now I gotta clean up my desk in the living room, my desk in the room and my desk in the balcony. Ugh. Before-and-after pictures coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, nice hanging out with you a bit, reality. I'm gonna go play &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Sorority Life'&lt;/span&gt; now, buh-bye (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3359457578456711411?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3359457578456711411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3359457578456711411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3359457578456711411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3359457578456711411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/lapping-it-all-up.html' title='Lapping It All Up.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/Sy4btvGMO_I/AAAAAAAAABM/kW0XMKYE66k/s72-c/DSCF2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3975170568778206138</id><published>2009-12-19T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:46:00.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Pandora's box in ribbons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It came out like a river once I let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When I thought that I wouldn't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Held onto it forever just pushing it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Felt so good to let go of it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally cried today.&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;After reading that last post, it sounded like I had pre-marital sex with someone. Haha. No, I didn't have sex with anyone. Still a &lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;virgin&lt;/u&gt; and proud of it (((: I made a promise to God, and I intend on keeping that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awal Muharram&lt;/span&gt;, everybody! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3975170568778206138?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3975170568778206138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3975170568778206138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3975170568778206138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3975170568778206138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrapping-pandoras-box-in-ribbons.html' title='Wrapping Pandora&apos;s box in ribbons.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-4885766710812719451</id><published>2009-12-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:28:00.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this part right here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could see the future and how this plays out&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet it's better than where we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's finally come down to this. I just spent like 5 minutes staring at the screen cause I didn't know how to put this into words. You know, I've always had this thing about emo posts; like how sometimes I think people who have everything just seem to exaggerate the pins of their life. Irony. I think I'm just about to do the same thing - except that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) I would describe this as not exactly emo, but an explicit expression of negative emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) I don't think I have everything really; but I am grateful of the things I have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) I don't exaggerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was pretty much a whole lot of ______ (insert negative adjective here). I feel so insecure cause I've never felt this way my entire life. Seemed like I'd been cruising the whole way and then... CRASH. I was always amazed at how people always look at me and like "Oh you're so carefree" and "Oh you're always happy" and "Nazi, why are you always so cheerful?". Truth is, I've always pride myself to be that way. I don't know. I don't like to feel pathetic; to feel sorry for myself. I hate crying. I hate crying in front of people, especially. I hate feeling miserable. Hate is a strong word, but it's true in this case. So when a bad thing comes along, I just sorta dwell on it for a while, then cast it aside and move on. So yes, I don't hold grudges. I don't emo. And when I say I 'stone', I actually don't. I'm just thinking of things silently. It's not a choice really. I just feel that it's something I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do. I won't get anywhere if I don't do these things. I won't get anywhere if I'm weak. I see people around me, like my family and stuff, and I always make sure I seem confident. But nowadays, for some reason, I can't anymore. I haven't looked anyone straight in the eye for the past few weeks and sincerely mean what I say. It's like this ice wall I've so meticulously build my whole life is melting. I don't know why. And yesterday, a whole chunk of ice just fell out. I cried like 3 pathetic tears before I fell asleep last night. God, I've never felt angrier at myself!!! I don't know why I just didn't bawl and sob out loud. There was no one that would've seen or heard after all. I hate this feeling. I really really hate this. I feel like I got my feet stuck in quicksand or something. I wanted to move. God knows how much I want to; but I just can't. Ha, I can't even cry when I want to. Sigh. Whatever. I'll pull through somehow. I always have, so I know I will. I just need it to be a lil faster. And I hope you help me through it, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people read this, I guess they'll probably be all "Dude, what happened?". But I pray you don't ask me that should I meet you. This would stay in the past for me. Nonetheless, if you asked, I'll probably answer anyway. Talk about sharing and caring; I should share the load, eh? Haha. For now, it'll just be that I did a bad thing yesterday. A really bad thing. The only reason I think it's bad is that it goes against all my principles. Some people would think it's fine. Some would call it "art" or whatever the hell they associate it with. Fact is, I don't. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing; and the devil in me said "Why not? Let's go for it." And so, I did. Let's just say letting myself go had never been part of my agenda in life. And I am so sorry for doing that. I owe you God the utmost of apologies. I pray you forgive me, I really really do. I don't expect you to, but I sincerely hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey I'm still moving on, come what may. It was a mistake. I'm human. We all make mistakes in life. No, that is not an excuse for what I did; just an excuse to deal with it and move on. I certainly won't do that again and I'll be more careful. Well, there you go ladies and gentlemen - the vulnerable side of yours truly. Don't ever count on seeing it again, though. Haha. Time to build up that ice wall again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-4885766710812719451?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4885766710812719451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=4885766710812719451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4885766710812719451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/4885766710812719451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='I hate this part right here.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-2794734075199598627</id><published>2009-12-05T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:32:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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I'm down to the nitty-gritty of what it feels like to be bored out of my mind. Hmm... what the heck, I'M GONNA BLOG :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny how I scrolled down and realised that I only had 2 posts in the wholeeee of 2009. Sweeeeet. HAHAHA. And most of it had been summaries. At this rate, I'll only have 2-3 posts a year. Hmm.... what the heck, LET'S DO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDY CAMPPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really gonna miss it though. So many things I'd never expected happened during which. Good things, at that :) Well, there were bad things too, no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; things. Well but it'd be a waste of time to dwell on that now. Sigh. I miss everyone I got to know at Study Camp. Talk about going through thick and thin together. From all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;oily&lt;/span&gt; food, to kinda good food, to &lt;u&gt;GOOD 'OL JUNK FOOD&lt;/u&gt;, to all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all the stories, all the tears, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stresses and messes&lt;/span&gt; of school life, the fights and arguments, the laughing and teasing, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;random-ness&lt;/span&gt;, playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; when the teachers were gone, to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;HANNAH KWAN&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHHAHAHA. Boy, I'll miss it all... Who, in a million years, would've thought that scheduling yourself to study till &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8pm&lt;/span&gt; in school every single weekday would reap wonderful benefits; oh and we're not talking bout the results now, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SCGS.&lt;/span&gt; :) Words can't even put it how I'm gonna miss everyone and everything. HAHA even the canteen food that we complained of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;non-variety&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like every single day. Hmm, maybe it's a bit too early for all this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;. For the heart is most weak when it's missing; the mind becomes unfocused. Danggg I can't end up a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt; this holiday! Haha. Not now at least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THESE FEW DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have been....... yeah. Hey I'm no genius, but I know too much of the comp and TV don't bring about no good. And that is exactly why I've been questioning my myopic state. So amidst all the eye-straining activities I'm so accustomed to, I did my E.Math TYS a few days ago. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND NO I'M NOT WEIRD OKAY!&lt;/span&gt; Haha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just bored&lt;/span&gt;. As a matter of fact, I am &lt;u&gt;soooooo&lt;/u&gt; bored. Mama says I should be grateful with life. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT I AM GRATEFUL.&lt;/span&gt; God knows I am. It's just that sometimes I just wish for that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little more&lt;/span&gt;, you know. I think it's human! Don't you? (: There comes a time when going out with friends becomes rather taxing. But I guess I prefer that than blinding myself or resorting to strange means to keep myself occupied (: Yupp. So I'm gonna go &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CYCLING&lt;/span&gt; with Lynn, Chaisy &amp;amp; Lauren tomorrow. Wheeeeeeee! :) Omg I owe so many people so many dates, I might just dieeeee. Haha! I'm following Nenek to her kampung in Malacca on the 6th or 7th, thereabouts. Ah.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;.... I havent been there since i was 6!!! And honestly, I don't know what to expect. BUT THAT'S GOOD. &lt;u&gt;VERY GOOD&lt;/u&gt;. I kinda like not knowing what to expect. That way, everything would come as a surprise. It could be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; surprise or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; surprise but at least, either way, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HEY I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!"&lt;/span&gt; It sorta serves as a nice, fluffy cushion upon a landing of any kind, I think :) Hmm for some reason, I think I should be more courageous.... Haha! No, seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been spent by waking up at 12++ noon. Then bathing. Then IM-ing. Then taking a 1-hour nap (Yes, I know I sleep a lot; and NO, that's not the reason I'm tall ... I think). Eating. IM-ing again. Applying for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; job&lt;/span&gt; online (I don't see the reason of going out just to find a job as though I'm some kinda unemployed adult, on a freaking &lt;u&gt;WEEKEND&lt;/u&gt;. So yeah (: ) Downloading 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt; albums :DDD Watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Pirates of the Carribbean: Dead Man's Chest'&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Channel 5&lt;/span&gt; with Mama &amp;amp; Hannah, at the same time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And with that&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder what I'm gonna do next.... Um maybe do some A. Math TYS...... Nah. I guess I'll go read a book. Yeah I need to start reading crazy again. Alrighty, a book it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's until I find sth else to do... ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-599413153451100912?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/599413153451100912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=599413153451100912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/599413153451100912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/599413153451100912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-might-as-well.html' title='I might as well.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-8583256149078172002</id><published>2009-04-26T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:20:46.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sissy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunday morning, rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeahhh ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't like Sundays actually (when the next day is a school day that is).  Anyway, today was such a laaaazy for me. Aside from homework, I pretty much just sat my butt down on the couch watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E! Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D Watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Iron Empress'&lt;/span&gt; now and this was what happened 10 minutes ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Eh Hannah I think I would have been a good warrior, you know. Maybe I should join the army...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah: Say what??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Yeah I think I'm quite capable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah: Oh please! You won't even last lah; you're not even tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: What??! Whatever. I am okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah: No, you're such a sissy. Other people get drunk on beer or wine. People like you get drunk on plain water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-8583256149078172002?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8583256149078172002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=8583256149078172002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/8583256149078172002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/8583256149078172002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/sissy.html' title='The Sissy.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-2880471619397672212</id><published>2009-04-23T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:58:00.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Give.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something's gotta give me butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something's gotta make me feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something's gotta give me dreams tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something's gotta make me feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know what it is, but yeah something's gotta give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to summarise 2009 in one word -  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;hectic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Hmm let's take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first 3 weeks were pretty okayy :D and then,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19th - match again Cedar. Lost. Bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20th - Nadhira's BD :D &amp;amp; Obama's inauguration! (dang the obamas drank tea with the bushes for like 4 hours wth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;22nd - Bball Lou Hei(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2nd - Nenek's BD; Physics test (thermal physics &amp;amp; mechanics); match against Zhonghua (won by 1 POINT. )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th - A.Math test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6th - SCMUN research presentation(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8th - Lynn's sweet 16! (which i couldn't go for ): )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9th - match against Whitley (my best match the whole season :D )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11th - Lynn's BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12th - Ratiteeeee &amp;amp; Moniiii BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13th - E.Math &amp;amp; Chem Test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th - Lit Test; Physics Test; Match against guangyang (well we won, but apparently didn't play too well)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th - SS Test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18th - Afifah Miami, Tammy, Kak Nurul BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19th - High jump (1ST! :D) &amp;amp; pentathlon 200m&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20th - Kim Chin's BD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21st - Malay Boggle Competition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;22nd - TRIBOB SPRINT SERIES :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;23rd - Geog test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24th - Higher malay test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25th - A.Math test (fell sick on this fateful day :/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;26th - SUPERTEENS :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;27th - SUPERTEENS :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28th - SCMUN 2nd briefing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YEAH. let's just say February was killer month. Despite all the nice stuff that happened. tiredd to the max luh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2nd - Physics test; Match against Yuying (lost, so had to play Raffles for 3rd &amp;amp; 4th)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th - Match against RG (lost. 4th in south zone); Pentathlon shot put &amp;amp; 1500m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7th - Hwa Chong Asian Games-Team S'pore Invite thingy(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8th - Jun Yi's BD; International Womens Day(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9th - SS test; Sports Day Heats 3 at TP stadium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10th - Lit test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12th -  Pentathlon Long Jump at TP stadium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15th - TRIBOB SPRINT SERIES :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th - SCMUN :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th - SCMUN :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18th - SCMUN :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19th - study camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;26th - Chem (SPA); Hafizul &amp;amp; Aisyah BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;27th - Match against Jurong (nationals. won 45-40); Spirit of the class comp!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st - Match against Chung Cheng High (main) (lost.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd - Chem Test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6th - Physics test; 400m finals (1ST! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7th - SS test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8th - match against ahmad ibrahim (lost. that was the do-or-die match. yeahh so we didnt make it to top 8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9th - SPORTS DAY!!! :D (haha individual champ was a treat. thank you, god (: ); then STEAMBOAT WITH YAO, NADIA, ANNA, ZE, KHOON &amp;amp; CHERYL :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11th - Mama, Li En, Juwika BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13th - Physics (SPA); English Prelim Oral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15th - Fitri's BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th - Physics test (HAHA what a joke sia i bet i'll get a single digit, along with everyone else(: ); Kak Nora, Kak ShaSha BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17th - E.Math test; Fauzan's BD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19th - CIP SPRINT SERIES! :DDD (last one.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21st - NAPFA test (grrrr pull-ups grrrrrr!!!now i can only get 29/30 ))): ); free cone day!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow -  A.Math test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you get the gist, or even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightest&lt;/span&gt; idea of what i mean by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. And well if you didn't get that, then let's think about the next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 months&lt;/span&gt; yeah. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, brains throbbing away in your skull, eyeballs on the verge of bulging out of your eyes, tempers flaring, head-banging (on the walls), nail-biting, hair-pulling, stuffing your face with food as well as screaming, shouting and yelling definitions just for the sake of memorising them, etc... Yeah.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; you get it, don't you? Hahahaha. Okay fine, they say it's not THAT bad but still, "the stuffing your face with food" thing is totally true. I think I'm gonna gain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10kg&lt;/span&gt; in the process of preparing for O's. Watch me. And my Ca1 L1R5 was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dots&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;19&lt;/u&gt; freakingg hell! haha but then again it wasn't as if it was a surprise or anything; I kinda expected it actually :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Laskar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during HML lessons for the past week and a half. IT'S REALLY GOOD(: Haha just think Indonesian 'Slumdog Millionaire', except that while SM focused on the dark, dirty side of LDCs, LP focuses on the topic of education. And Alyssa and I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;library day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today! Haha the aftermath of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'anectomy of a boyfriend'&lt;/span&gt; made us more err aware of err good reading yupp. HAHAHA. Oh &amp;amp; that reminds me - a.math test tmrw ): Ugh. Sigh but I must do well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; anyway. We are all morally obliged to do so :D Watching Laskar Pelangi will tell you why. &lt;u&gt;And for Mrs Long also&lt;/u&gt;! Man, if being stressed up had bases like in baseball, believe me I'm doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOMERUNS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Uh-huh again, and again. And again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-2880471619397672212?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2880471619397672212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=2880471619397672212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2880471619397672212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2880471619397672212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Give.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7952116653412663385</id><published>2008-10-25T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:30:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up To Cancer(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc41aa22fd6269ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc41aa22fd6269ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331955080%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA822200B193DFBFE3A85B788364BBD0FF49B2E.74DE407AEDEB276A89BFC943E5C16063220E38AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc41aa22fd6269ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqNyKFa0vaLRHW1ZTxBB_yA54k18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc41aa22fd6269ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331955080%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA822200B193DFBFE3A85B788364BBD0FF49B2E.74DE407AEDEB276A89BFC943E5C16063220E38AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc41aa22fd6269ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqNyKFa0vaLRHW1ZTxBB_yA54k18&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7952116653412663385?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc41aa22fd6269ff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7952116653412663385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7952116653412663385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7952116653412663385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7952116653412663385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/stand-up-to-cancer.html' title='Stand Up To Cancer(:'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3182534180177656893</id><published>2008-09-06T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:46:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>military school - how refreshing. really.</title><content type='html'>Hmm let's see: I woke up at 12-ish this morning, did some a.math (or TRIED TO at least), got pissed off because I couldn't prove a trigonometric identity, and now, lo and behold, I'm currently blogging while watching 'Teen Titans' at the same time. I know, I know - you're all probably thinking, "How does she do it?", but really, being bad at math might not necessarily be a bad thing after all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo, this week has went by practically like WHOOOOOSH. Yeah, really. This is proven true as I woke up yesterday morning thinking it was still Sunday (uh-huh, like 'LAST WEEK'S Sunday' Sunday). Poooooh. But then again, if you think about it, the whole darn year has went practically WHOOOOOOSH. Gosh, I can still recall the second day of school when a certain a.math teacher scolded me for mixing up an exercise book and a foolscap pad (I could almost swear she hates me). Anyhoo, I guess it could be worst huh? I could have woken up yesterday, thinking it was still Saturday (uh-huh, like 'LAST WEEK'S Saturday' Saturday). Hahhahhahahh what a life to live. Okay, I gather I should skip to the part where I tell you about stuff that had happened in the abovementioned 'WHOOOOOOOOSH' week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Study. Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I found out that I have a tooth growing at the back of my mouth! It hurts like **** but according to the doc, it's a 2nd molar tooth. Oooooooooooh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Watched 'The Color Purple'. Really, one of the most spectacular movies I've ever watched. Plus, I didn't know Oprah could act (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I wanna watch 'Hotel Rwanda'! Maybe later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The fasting month has been going on pretty well :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Done purchasing my baju kebaya and shoes, and for the record, I LOVE MY SHOES((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I realise that maybe if I had lived the earlier part of my life in let's say Nigeria, I would probably be doing really well in my studies. (Exhibit A: Papa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) At the rate my academic pursuits are going, I'm really considering military school. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose i have to get back to a.math now. I hope my mind is freshen up (ha!) to prove that trigo identity. Ooooh try it: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(sin A + sin B)(sin A - sin B) = sin (A + B) sin (A - B)&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/3648226908135348128-3182534180177656893?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3182534180177656893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3182534180177656893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3182534180177656893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3182534180177656893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/military-school-how-refreshing-really.html' title='military school - how refreshing. really.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-2893463118996975880</id><published>2008-07-14T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:08:47.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - featuring Nadal and Abs</title><content type='html'>Okay, so what if it's been a month since I've updated right? I fblogging is all about expressing your feeling to the whole world, literally, then I think there's no better time to do it than right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2008 so far has been _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA for the democrats [check], NADAL for Roland Garros [check], SPAIN for Euro '08 [check], NADAL for Wimbledon [checkcheckcheck]. ARE you ffriggin' kiddin me?! The whole year has been GREATT! My life has never felt more accomplished! Well, sure my grades were thrash in the beginning of the year and my whole academic aspect of life was almost preposterous; but who cares?!! Wait, okay fine maybe my mum, dad and everyone else above the age of thirty, but well, you know what I mean! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 is ESPANA baby&lt;/span&gt;! And I am sooo going to Spain, soon. Very soon. I hope. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I found out something new today. It was so shocking at first, but glad to know I prepared myself very well for it. (Hmm, if only I could do the same for my tests). Rafael Nadal, yes Rafael Nadal, has a girlfriend people. Uh-huh, exactly; tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHm5nztc8mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/44kRO7Nk8D4/s1600-h/RN%26FP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHm5nztc8mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/44kRO7Nk8D4/s320/RN%26FP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222409336459686498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aww, they look quite good together, actually. And for the first time, I'm actually NOT in denial. Aha people, TAKE THAT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHm5n3-D4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/x1_ykwltexA/s1600-h/FP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHm5n3-D4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/x1_ykwltexA/s320/FP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222409337603089106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHm5n3-D4tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/x1_ykwltexA/s1600-h/FP.jpg"&gt;(I think she looks quite pretty. At least she's not like some kind of all-glam queen, high-profile kinda person. C'mon, any girl who can keep her 3-year relationship with Nadal a secret, definitely earns my respect.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is soo lucky. Haha, yeah anyways on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; life now. There's like 3 tests next week - namely, Listening Comprehension, A.Math &amp;amp; Chemistry. (omg). Then the following week, E.Math, Physics &amp;amp; Social Studies. (omg). I can just faint, peepos. And speaking of A.Math, my dad taught me the Linear graphs yesterday. Ugh, THANK GOD? I barely understand what Ms L says in class anymore. It all goes like a bullet train like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoooosh&lt;/span&gt; and after the whole lesson, I find myself sitting around wondering what just hit me. No wonder the whole class is suffering. I mean, look at it this way, I think all of us  can agree that we barely understand half the stuff that teachers teach in class, we just sit there nodding our heads and pretending to understand while our subconscious mind is going "huh? what?". But then again, maybe it's just me. Still, I'm convince that I should be home-schooled. I mean, sewing, embroidering and cooking won't do any harm, will they? Haha. Gosh when my dad teaches me math at home, it's as if there's this shroud of a light bulb above my head that lights up in an instant. At school, the light bulb malfunctions and I go "Err...?", then I'll end up getting scolded :/ It's all the light bulb, baby, it's all the light bulb. Ooooh and guess what I found!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000066;"  &gt;Magic Thinking Cap - Brain Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHnBQRDpM1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hzXE5mQWfto/s1600-h/thinking+cap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHnBQRDpM1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hzXE5mQWfto/s320/thinking+cap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222417728113554258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;Colorful, anatomically correct brain on the cap - flip up the brim and expose the words,"Think, Think, Think..." when you need extra brainpower. 100% cotton. One size fits all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;^This is so cool! I found it at allheart.com. I'm strongggly considering buying one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have 4 GG books sitting on my desk waiting to be read now. I'm reading the first one but I'm only halfway through and this is the 2nd day. Man Ir ead slow. Oh God, how many flaws can I have? You know what, DON't answer that question. Blair Waldorf is the coolest person ever, and it's okay if she doesn't get into Yale. Eww I dislike Serena ): Haha okay I'm so digressing now. GG is so addictive, be it a good or bad thing. Hahah and Cheryl and I were controlling the time-score machine during training and we were talking about how laughing strengthens abs and we shouldn't be made to do crunches/sit-ups anymore. So here's your ab-strengthening exercise for the day, peepos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.&lt;br /&gt;- Behind every successful man is a surprised woman. - Maryon Pearson&lt;br /&gt;-      Men are like bank accounts. Without a lot of money they don't generate a lot of interest.&lt;br /&gt;-      What you call dog with no legs? Don't matter what you call him, he ain't gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;-      I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.  - Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;- Energizer Bunny arrested, charged with battery.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Stuff that makes you luff! (Wow, I'm getting good at this) Hahahahhaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-2893463118996975880?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2893463118996975880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=2893463118996975880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2893463118996975880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2893463118996975880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-featuring-nadal-and-abs.html' title='Life - featuring Nadal and Abs'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SHm5nztc8mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/44kRO7Nk8D4/s72-c/RN%26FP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3135861108450295125</id><published>2008-06-15T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:08:47.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAZI.MUST.RECUPERATE.FAST</title><content type='html'>Whoooooooo I'm back....!!! Again. Dude, I'm like super drained right now. Uh-huh. On physical and money terms. Hehh. Sorry about the late post reply Lynnie! Heheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Thailand/Malaysia was quite well interesting, I guess. I mean there were a ton of nice people I got to meet on the trip, that made it especially nice. They were old at least ten years older than me, but still - nice.  We didn't get to go to Phuket, unfortunately. But the other places were pretty nice too. Haha we spent a lot of time on the coach, similar to the UK trip. The whole of the first and a half days were spent in the coach from Malacca to Hatchai, then Treng. About 3 days plus in Thailand, yeah then travelled back down to Malaysia. I would have liked to spend more time in Thailand, cause then you'd get to buy more stuff. Oh wells((: The Malaysia trip was "lighter" in that sense. But we still travelled around a lot. But I like the hotels! I think the &lt;a href="http://www.penang-hotels.com/hotels/images/space.gif"&gt;Penang one&lt;/a&gt; is the best. I'm so sorry I have no pictures! It's on Grammy's camera which I shall try to retrieve. I guess having 976 pictures on the UK trip wasn't really a great idea after all. ((: Yeah and OMG I ATE A LOT. I'm gonna die at training. For sure. Haha! The Thai lobsters are crazily huge, dude. They must be overweight or something because they were like THIS big. Man, I really need Grammy's camera now. Anyway, I ate one. Okay maybe half, cause I was sharing with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking about my cousin (whose name I shan't disclose because he's not supposed to eat gigantic lobsters), I found out a weird thing about him yesterday. Grammy bought a sandwich for us in the train and he gave me the white part. When asked why he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I don't understand why people eat fluffy things. The white part is so fluffy. I only eat the crust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! Like what?!! Hahah Nadhira said it's interesting. Hmm, okay yeap. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sms-ing Nadhira during the trip was super funnn! Hahahah we talked about life+dudes (yeah I think you know what I mean). And I still find C.Ronaldo gross. No offense. I kept feeding her all the stuff they wrote in this trashy celebrity magazine I found in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "I'm addicted to making babies. I want to have at least 1 more," Heidi Klum&lt;br /&gt;2) And Hulk Hogan's ex-wife, who is 48, is currently dating this 19-year-old dude. The mentioned dude used to go to high school with her two kids. Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The world is going around funny. Ooooh and big-big-big news! Guess who won the Roland Garros???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SFOdmkeKLPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rdn6ipI_nkY/s1600-h/rn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SFOdmkeKLPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rdn6ipI_nkY/s320/rn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211682479748558066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SFOdmvHvMFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/imZw2BHbXTI/s1600-h/rafael+nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SFOdmvHvMFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/imZw2BHbXTI/s320/rafael+nadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211682482607304786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RAFAEL NADAL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooo yayyy!!! Gosh-gosh-gosh that was one of the happiest day in my life((((((: I hope he wins Queens' too! And I so very-very-very enthusiastically hope he wins Wimbledon this year. I know Federer really wants it bad but please let Nadal win, God. Please, please, please(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes I think I should go sleep now so I can recuperate for Monday's training! Buhbye loves!((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3135861108450295125?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3135861108450295125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3135861108450295125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3135861108450295125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3135861108450295125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/nazimustrecuperatefast.html' title='NAZI.MUST.RECUPERATE.FAST'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bMrBDAFing/SFOdmkeKLPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rdn6ipI_nkY/s72-c/rn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7611095926862393429</id><published>2008-06-03T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:59:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Oh man I'm quite pissed off ): My mum doesn't allow me to go training tomorrow and I can't understand why! She keeps insisting that I'm too tired and that I have to conserve energy for Thailand. Then she threw my sports shoes into the washing machine. Like wth??! So now I can't even go to training cause my shoes will be wet anyway and I don't even know if the shoes will dry in time for the trip itself!! Grrrrrrrr! And now I can't pass the chocolates to everyone and Jiao Lian ))): I'm damm sad! Can you imagine 20 days without seeing them? I will surely reach the highest point of physical tiredness when I come back for training after a friggin 20-day break!!! DIEEEEEEEE! vjsfbgubgseufbgesr;oig aaaaarghhhhh!!! Oh God please help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7611095926862393429?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7611095926862393429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7611095926862393429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7611095926862393429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7611095926862393429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_02.html' title='...'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-5839754966915921100</id><published>2008-06-03T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:36:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK, UK</title><content type='html'>Returned to Singapore yesterday. SQ 321. Oh how I wanted to stay in the UK for much longer! I find it rather unfair that last year's batch had 18 days to work with while we only had 10. But then again, as I sit here staring at my reflection in the mirror right next to my computer, I conclude that I have nothing much to say about that. Nonetheless the trip was amazing! It would have been better without ______ as so I realised on the last day but I shan't let her dampen my spirit, that fake little twerp. I actually preferred "Omelette" and "Boiled Egg" to her. YEAH, surprising much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like listing all the stuff we did and the perks (and pins) that came from it, but I know for sure that much of our human race despise reading long, lengthy, descriptive posts. I suppose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff that happened for 10 days in a foreign country = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; long post&lt;/span&gt;. Henceforth, I shall abort my plans. I'll just upload all of the 967 pictures on facebook. I mean a picture speaks more than a 100 words, so I have heard. Haha! Kritika had already created the photobucket account. Whoooo! Phtobucket, here I come, yo. After which, MSN Messenger to add Lynnie and Val and all the other cool groupmates of mine((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the trip was quite cool. Did I mention this earlier? Filled with a whole bunch of camwhoring pictures, memorable quotes, OXFORD, wonderful sceneries and beautiful sights, OXFORD, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheeps&lt;/span&gt; and other farm animals, the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;countryside&lt;/span&gt; basically, &lt;u&gt;the nice guided tours of the most fantastic literary places&lt;/u&gt;, OXFORD, the shopping, experimentation of the english chocolates (duh!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fish 'n' chips&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;, the love-hate relationship between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"omelette"&amp;amp;"boiled egg"&lt;/span&gt; and us, 152364850 in the ever-so-gross AIG shirts (sadly, I was unable to purchase the Arsenal scarf ): ), racists comments by some idiotic English punks on our Chinese friends (I told you there were pins), interesting coach rides (and the driver), OXFORD, the TUBE, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drunk Englishmen&lt;/span&gt;, the London nightlife, the beautiful theatres and the marvelous plays, OXFORD, the YHA and the travelodges, the word "dude", picnics on the meadows, &lt;u&gt;spotting of hot guys&lt;/u&gt;, singing (a lot), OXFORD, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rydal Mount&lt;/span&gt;, and of course London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes world, now you know how I love the country (excluding its negativities) and I wanna go back there someday. Maybe permanently next time? Nah, I shan't raise my hopes too much. I mean, you just never know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand in a day's time. At least there, I'll have a laptop to use :D Gosh, whoever said traveling wasn't tiring should deserve a spank. And I only say this because of the big, gigantic pile of homework that the teachers gave us. They must have been possessed on the last day of school, I gather. Oh God. I have never seen so much homework in my whole, entire life. And probably after. Thus, I'm certain that my brain's possibility of bursting after the Thailand trip is equivalent to the possibility of me going to the toilet in the next hour. See, I'm not much a pee-ing person because I only go to the toilet in the morning when I wake up, at night before I sleep and at least once in between. However, I've been listening to The Wonders for the past hour and for some strange reason, their songs always make me pee. Therefore, I come to the conclusion that the possibility of it all is a 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, all. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-5839754966915921100?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5839754966915921100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=5839754966915921100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5839754966915921100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/5839754966915921100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/uk-uk.html' title='UK, UK'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-7197062552826406619</id><published>2008-06-02T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:42:12.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You are 90% Smarter than a fifth grader.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 90%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;You are smarter than a fifth grader. no doubt. There is no need for you to retake school. Keep on doing your brain excersise like sudokus and crossword puzzles, and you'll soon be smarter than a sixth grader! Good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_smarter_than_a_fifth_grader" style="color: blue;"&gt;are you smarter than a fifth grader?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What stereotype do you belong to?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;No stereotype&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 68%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;not preppy yet not a complete loser.  has good friends and doesn't revolve life around their looks or social status.  All around good person. usually liked by everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Jock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 67%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Preppy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 62%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;geek/nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 25%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Loner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 10%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Gamer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 3%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Punk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Emo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_stereotype_do_you_belong_to"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What stereotype do you belong to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You are 79% virgin!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 79%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;...............well you are a about half a virgin. Im sure you have probably had your first kiss but i dont think your ready for anymore then that. Dont give in to peer pressure!                                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_a_true_virgin_2" style="color: blue;"&gt;Are you a true virgin??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Err WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Your score on this personality test was 55%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 55%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head.  They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/personality_quiz_1" style="color: blue;"&gt;Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uhh, so the higher the better? Or the lower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What should your first name be?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Casey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 85%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;A computer person, you like a little bit of sports here and there but you mainly like video games. You aren't too good with romance, but man do you like to party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 84%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Howard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 75%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Luke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 67%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 67%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Moron idiot face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 57%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Leslie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 51%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Kassie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 47%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_should_your_first_name_be"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What should your first name be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What.... I don't fancy video games, dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your strongest emotion?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Love/Happiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 88%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;It appears love and peace and prosperity is your strongest emotion. You want everyone to be just as happy as you don't want anyone hurt and will do anything to make everyone smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 60%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Hate/Anger&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 36%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Jealousy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 30%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Greed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Guilt/Regret&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 14%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Lust/Attention Whore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 12%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Fear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_strongest_emotion"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your strongest emotion?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Create MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You attract Yuppies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 62%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You attract the very well-dressed, job oriented type of people.  They usually have their finances together, are 'middle of the road' on most topics, generally happy with the 'main-stream' of things.  If it is stability you are after, these are good people to attract, if you seek adventure, it may be time for an overhaul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract geeks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 59%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract models!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 31%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract unstable people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 20%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract artsy people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 16%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You attract rednecks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 8%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_type_of_person_do_you_attract"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hahahahah! Quizzes are great for keeping your mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 62%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Your best quality is your personality! People like you because you are an all around good person. You have good manners and values. You also like to express your personal style and interests. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 56%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Ambitious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Loving&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Out-Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Sense of Humor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 16%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_s_your_best_quality"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Your Language Arts Grade: 100%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Way to go!  You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know "no" from "know."  Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_gooder_at_grammar" style="color: blue;"&gt;Are You Gooder at Grammar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Joe Biden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;80% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;79% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;John Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;78% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;75% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Chris Dodd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;64% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Bill Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;55% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Dennis Kucinich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;54% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Mike Gravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;53% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Rudy Giuliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;50% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;John McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;38% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;37% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Mitt Romney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;37% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Tom Tancredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;27% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Fred Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;17% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Ron Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html"&gt;2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz&lt;/a&gt;Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You Are 26% Hypochondriac&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;While your physical health isn't always perfect, you don't freak out about it.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's only so much you can do, and worrying doesn't change anything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_a_hypochondriac" style="color: blue;"&gt;Are You a Hypochondriac?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Contrary to my dad thinking I'm a hypochondriac. See papa, I just want to get a full body check-up (just in case), you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 80%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent."  You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas.  You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 61%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 50%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 45%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 41%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 29%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hmm, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You're 45% Nicknames Are&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 45%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Smookiekins is your cute nickname, Flying Underpants is your superhero name, Ugly Worn-Out Shoe Lace is your Villain nickname, Trashy Saggy pants is your Monster nickname and Bumble Noodle Q-tipper is your all-out-weird-nickname. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_nickname_suits_your_personality" style="color: blue;"&gt;What Nickname Suits Your Personality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What F.R.I.E.N.D.S. friend are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Rachel Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 54%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are most like Rachel.  You have a lot of good fortune, but have learned or will learn that friends are more important to you.  You make mistakes and get yourself into embarrasing situations, but your true friends will always help you thru!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Monica Geller-Bing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 49%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Ross Geller&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 34%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Pheobe Buffet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 33%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Joey Tribiani&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 19%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Chandler Bing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 16%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_f_r_i_e_n_d_s_friend_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What F.R.I.E.N.D.S. friend are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Disney PRINCESS Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Belle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 44%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love to read, you like to think about things, and you don't mind being different. You're into nice guys and ignore their outside features. You're always there for your family and care about others before yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 43%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 19%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 18%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty (Arora)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 18%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_disney_princess_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Disney PRINCESS Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-7197062552826406619?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7197062552826406619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=7197062552826406619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7197062552826406619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/7197062552826406619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-90-smarter-than-fifth-grader.html' title=''/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-687560315423740597</id><published>2008-06-02T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:29:30.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Hehh I found this on Nadiah's blog. I was bored and I like quizzes, so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 82%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. I understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 72%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 69%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 61%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 53%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Musician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 51%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 18%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 14%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm quite surprised, I guess. I can't believe I got Science/Math as third highest. I mean, I like Science but I totally despise math :/ And I can't believe I got drama as second. I mean I've always taken myself as an introvert really. Hmm, shocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-687560315423740597?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/687560315423740597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=687560315423740597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/687560315423740597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/687560315423740597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-2965796939573308633</id><published>2008-05-24T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:53:01.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK for 10 days((:</title><content type='html'>Life is nothing short of great! Well, only for today((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK in 6 hours 40 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was reeally cool, okay! First I finally came to school after my pon-ing but not really pon-ing of school yesterday. Yeah, cool. And wonderfully but not really wonderfully I woke up like 1 and a half hours late for school(: I FELT LIKE DYING CAN! Haha I had to 'chiong' all the way through the shower, walking, everything. But then a nice cab came and I managed to reach school IN THE NICK OF TIME for the horrendous jam (not that it wasn't already horrendous) that was to  follow. But papa had to experience the wrath of the jam later, though(: And speaking of papa, he got me the 229 camera )))): I WANT MY NIKON! See, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frustrated father + cracked camera lens = Kodak 229 camera.&lt;/span&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha oh wells, at least a camera is even in the picture(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK in 6 hours and 35 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned out like practically one-third of the class didn't do A-math homework(: This is after the other one-third of the class pon-ed school today(: And I am utterly convinced that the other one-third (or at least most of them) went and copy. Hahaha Ms L is going to have 20-odd papers with the same answers(: INTERESTING. Anyhoo, since like half of the class today didn't complete their homework, she had to resort to a,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want it by today, girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What?!! Go stand at the back of the class now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What?!! Go out out of the class now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahahhah! Chaisy, Lauren &amp;amp; I were super SPARED! And Amelia the 'chiong' queen manage to complete everything la! Hahaha so our plans to stand at the back of the class together were more or less, faltered. Everyone completely slacked today! All our minds were tuned to holiday mode even before we started the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK in 6 hours 25 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mrs G was more cool! E-math lesson turned to gossip session! Hahahah. Once again, INTERESTING. OH YEAH, AND SPEAKING ABOUT GOSSIP, LET ME GIVE GOSSIP GIRL A PIECE OF MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOOOOPID GOSSIP GIRL! Aaaaaaaaaah! How can you do this to me! The season finale is, by far, the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my whole, entire life! Take that! How could you put Nate and Serena side-by-side together again. After all that had happened???? Nooooooooo! And you broke Serena and Dan up??  WHYYYYYY?!!! And I actually wanted to see a little Nate+Vanessa because there was this mushy 2 minute scene and I wanted it to develop!! It's so interesting! But noooooooooooo. You wanted to crush all my hopes and dreams huh??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATE AND SERENA DON'T GO TOGETHER!&lt;/span&gt; NONONOOOOO! Oh and if you're thinking this is the worst part, then let me give you another piece of my mind! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAIR&lt;/span&gt;'!!!!!!!!! YES! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHUCK AND BLAIR&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, but noooooooooooo. You had to go and mess that up for me too. Chuck looked so nice towards the last part (before he got involved with ameliaaaa). And you just haaaad to take that away from me. You should thank the heavens that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/span&gt; is still hot((: But I'm not done yet!!! then you had to make Blair go fly in the helicopter with this eewww dude! Thanks a lot gossip girl, THANKS A LOT! And THAT was a sarcasm, btw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK in 6 hours 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww. Okay, that was refreshing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and that wasn't the worst. Oh no... You ain't seen nothing yet. Man U freakinnnnnnng won yesterday!!!! I mean how the toot did THAT happen. Uggghhh that Christiano Ronaldo! I don't care if you think he's hot. I'm THOROUGHLY APALLED at that goal. bfjlgfeglevkf;oeangvlaigh!! Aaaaaaah! And why Drogba???? Why did you get yourself sent out???? Poor Drogba. Oh I'm no Chelsea fan now, don't get me wrong. But ANY team against Man U, is my friend((: Now, ANY team against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARSENAL&lt;/span&gt;, needs a spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 498px;" src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/UGONWA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's okay if you didn't win these year(: You'll win next year. I have FAITH in you! ARSENAL! ARSENAL! ARSENAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK in 6 hours and 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in 10 days! I love you guys(in general terms) (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and shall I emphasise again? Life is good. Well, only for today((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-2965796939573308633?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2965796939573308633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=2965796939573308633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2965796939573308633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/2965796939573308633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/uk-for-10-days.html' title='UK for 10 days((:'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-3528515944112800173</id><published>2008-05-15T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:16:00.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cowell &amp; the haha</title><content type='html'>This week has been oh-so-funny. Oh well, there were some perks and pins (as usual), but still VERY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS TEST. I shan't talk much about it because the question was funny. Funnily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrendous.&lt;/span&gt; I hope I get at least 8 out of 13 this time, considering the fact that I prepared myself for a totally different type of question :\ Hahahha okay, now for quotes quotes quotes!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Goh: Okay a ring. What is its centre of gravity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia: The diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: ......... ecclesiastic .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia: What? What? Eccle- what? Sounds rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Wahidah: Yes girls, do you know that Singapore has good censorship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me (to Wanda): Omg ya. Singapore has no 'playboy' you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanda: Huh? Where got? Got so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No!&lt;br /&gt;Wanda: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No!&lt;br /&gt;Wanda: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Aishah (to Wanda): Err, I think she's talking about the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;amp;Wanda: OHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? And hey I have a new eye-candy, yo! He is sooo adorable! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOAH GRAY-CABEY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/IJE_IH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/IJE_IH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img id="photoImg" src="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2001/12/21/image322162x.jpg" style="clear: both;" alt="" title="" width="244" /&gt; (Apparently, he's a piano prodigy since age 4!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img style="width: 193px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Heroes_nbc/noah_gray-cabey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(&amp;amp; Micah Sanders on Heroes too! I never knew. Woah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahahah he's so cute, I feel like kidnapping, then adopting him or something. Oh, and did I tell you, I think Simon Cowell is gonna be the next James Bond. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cowell. Simon Cowell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p id="photoTxt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/IJE_IH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/IJE_IH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-3528515944112800173?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3528515944112800173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=3528515944112800173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3528515944112800173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/3528515944112800173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/cowell-haha.html' title='cowell &amp; the haha'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-6525165207442783111</id><published>2008-05-11T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:39:01.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr.</title><content type='html'>Warning: This post is going to be a superficial one, since nothing interesting has happened recently. Please skip if you don't have the time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lemme see, this whole week has been quite errr... Yeah, and 'errr' itself is an adjective in its own right, in this case. Friday was (no doubt) one of the most strangest days in my life. I've never experienced an overwhelming number of bad things and 'errr' things happening to me on the same day. It was like a "whooosh!"/"in your face!" kinda day. On a bad note, I got totally screwed with regards to my grades. I had like 4 periods in a row, 4 test papers returned in a row, and then 4 disappointing marks in a row. On a good note, I didn't fail anything (yay!). On a bad note (once again), I didn't quite achieve my expectations. I was most disappointed for e-math. I felt like I really tried that time. Focused? Yeah, I was. I'm still figuring out why I still scored badly, though :/ And for higher malay, AARGHHHHHHHH! I guess after getting tops for quite a while, it's frustrating to drop like what? 3 places? bgfeiubglkebfgolieohgrlouatglohgtnoljtrhpinbtg;osiaj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that summarises this whole post, "bgfeiubglkebfgolieohgrlouatglohgtnoljtrhpinbtg;osiaj!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and SS lecture afterwards was interesting and errr at the same time. Haha it was damm embarrassing, but I shan't go into detail(: Literature trip meeting afterwards was quite fun! We got really really hyper over singing, rehearsing poetry bang and THE VENDING MACHINE! Hahahaha I find it amazing how the vending machines are instant celebrities in school now. It was so funny, I tell you! It was like a herd of girls running full speed, one storey down, to the vending machine near the Khoo Audi. Haha and the poor thing got constructively criticised by Kritika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kritika: What kind of vending machine doesn't have M&amp;amp;Ms? It's so stupid. This is so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah Krit! And Sitoh didn't know how to get the drinks from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Pull that thing up!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sitoh! What is wrong with you, Sitoh?&lt;br /&gt;Sitoh: Aiya! I don't know lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahah Sitoh is damm funny man. I can still remember her famous line when we were in Sec 1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Sitoh, do you want to re bond your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Sitoh: What colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHH! Omgoodness! Now you know why I said it was such an errr day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip briefing for parents afterwards was quite okay, I guess. And mama made me run constantly for like 10 minutes, trying to find her. She was happily seated next to papa in the lecture theatre during that 10 minutes :/ Sigh. And the briefing was conducted by this lady who was really tall (until I realise that her heels were like THIS tall). Anyways, the agency's name is STA Travel. It sounds nice(: An apparently, it has like 10268549320 number of schools as its clients in Singapore. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahah and this whole post is, hence, summarised by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bgfeiubglkebfgolieohgrlouatglohgtnoljtrhpinbtg;osiaj!, Sitoh and the Vending Machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-6525165207442783111?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6525165207442783111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=6525165207442783111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6525165207442783111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6525165207442783111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/errr.html' title='Errr.'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-6671370596247802546</id><published>2008-05-09T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:27:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood's Not America</title><content type='html'>I really think I need to blog more often:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I think things have been okay now. Things are going slow now.. At least I think so. Report book? One word, disastrous. My L1R5 is a freakking 24 for those of you who don't know. Haha the reason for broadcasting this is that I think it's really horrendous and unacceptable. Hopefully, this will shame me enough to improve by at least 10 points for CA2. Hmm, but then again, it's not as if I have a choice. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Joy Luck Club just now. Considering the fact that I may never come to touch the book itself, I decided to watch it. Yupp. It's really nice, I feel. Other than the fact that tears were lining my cheeks every few minutes of the whole 2+ hour movie, I would say that there's a lot of good stuff to it. It's the kind of movie that relieves the old soul(: I might even watch it with Mama over the weekends. What other present can there be except tears (happy ones, not the ones you shed when you watch Hindustani movies haha), a whole box of tissue paper, SOILED tissue paper and 'jemput-jemput' stuffed in our mouths. Haha, yes people we watch movies the malay way. No popcorn, just hot, home-made 'jemput-jemput'! Oh and I was going to watch Hitler! But the disc is in DVD format and my DVD drive is screwed by some wires or what-nots): I need to watch Hitler man! Don't get me wrong, now. I'm no pro-Hitler activitist. It's just the name that attracts me, kind of like shiny stuff too(: Well duh, any fool can see that. Nazi(rah)-Hitler. Hitler-Nazi(rah)? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Hitler, I've been doing some imformal type of self-reflection lately and I realise, for some strange reasons, that I'm very attracted to politics. Politicians (NOT THEIR SONS, AHEM-AHEM HAHA), political issues, current affairs, constitutional monarchies etc... It's so strange because I want nothing to do with politics. I mean c'mon, ME? A POLITICIAN? Yeah, I think you'd rather have your guts sucked out, right? Haha. Despite this, I still wanna learn politics! There's an art to it, I believe. People tell me being a politician can be morally decaying, but hey I'm just LEARNING about them right? I don't suppose there's anything wrong about it. And with that double-degree aim in mind, I think political science has a good chance of being one of them. I wonder if we learn about constitutional &amp;amp; absolute monarchies in political science... I don't know anyone doing political science at the moment, other than my religious teacher. But I's switch to another religious learning centre now, so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to a lighter topic now. I'm leaving for UK in 2 weeks time, yo! Haha, I can't wait for some reason. Speaking of the UK trip, here's a sample from our due 'informal-poetry-bang' performance(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah ah ah -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah claim the right to face, I claim the right to space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I CLAIM THE RIGHT TO EVERYDAY in upper case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I claim the right to name, I claim the right to flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I know that no one's given me the right to claim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I claim the right to dream - theme, scheme, extreme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me sing of your voice which is your own to redeem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I claim your right not to listen to mee -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I respect that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-6671370596247802546?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6671370596247802546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=6671370596247802546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6671370596247802546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/6671370596247802546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/hollywoods-not-america.html' title='Hollywood&apos;s Not America'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648226908135348128.post-1306900918923826144</id><published>2008-05-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:46:37.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first cut is the deepest?</title><content type='html'>I think xanga misses me now. Hahaha, I dumped it. Kinda. I haven't blogged for like a month plus. I guess the effects of no-blogging really gets to some people. Exhibit A: moi! Well, I guess I'm a living testament that being 15 and having to bottle up ALL your feelings through a difficult stage in life will cause you to eventually crack. Big time. Ever felt like you've had it till HERE and you'll explode ANYTIME? Yeah, I guess that's pretty much what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to feel anymore. About stuff, about me, about things, about my problems, about stuff, et cetera. I feel like I'm bearing the weight of the world on my shoulders, you know. Like literally. Yeah imagine having that, and the family&amp;amp;friends&amp;amp;self problems piled up on top of that. Life really has no mercy, I've come to conclude. These days, I feel like I'm out to fend for myself. Every single time. It's as if I've been thrown into the wild or something. This year has been a very emotional year for me. I don't really mean it all in a negative light. Good stuff have happened as well. But if I were to put them on the opposite sides of a balancing scale, then my God, how that scale will tip unconditionally to the negative side. I feel at a lost every single day now. Every single day. I try to comfort myself by thinking that everyone else goes through this same problem as me, but I guess that temporary bunch of lies have faded away with time. To tell you the truth, this is what most people think of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A POSITIVE LIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;The happy-go-lucky girl who is always happy all the time and never gets offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE NEGATIVE ONE:&lt;br /&gt;The lazy, carefree girl who  doesn't put effort into anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sad. I know that we're all human beings and we all have our own opinions, but from what I have experience these opinions hurt me a lot sometimes. Some people think that their opinions are safely tucked and hidden inside of them, but they're wrong. It's easy to spot all of these stuffs. From their actions, their body language, the way they talk to you, their words, the little facial expressions they make that they don't think anyone notices. Just to name a few. I wake up each day saying "thank God" that I'm still alive and "God is great" for all that is going to happen to me that day. I don't have anything against anyone, because I choose to leave it to God. If they do good, then I pray to God to bless them. If they do bad, then I pray to God to led them back to kindness and goodness. But still, despite all of these, I still feel down.  Life is hard on you, I've learn to accept that. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt; does not mean that I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give in&lt;/span&gt; to it, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, for instance, was the saddest day of my life so far. Have you ever had that feeling when you're really trying very hard although you're still not doing well, and then someone just tells you blatantly that you don't do well because you're lazy? Yeah, that was exactly what had happened. Ms S came into class and she awarded prizes to the top 5 girls in English. I was quite disappointed I wasn't among the top 5 because I'd expected to be. I mean I wasn't slacking that badly in English or anything, so yeah (this isn't the super bad part). Then Ms S started talking about girls who have done well. She started briefly explaining her reasons for sitting some of us beside certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: Another good pair is N and J. J is  very strong in her maths and sciences and N, you're strong in what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sad part, PART I. I mean hey if you needed to say that, why in front of everyone? And in that kind of tone? I didn't feel it at the moment, so I just gave a small laugh to make it seem like a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: N, I heard form some teachers that you don't have a positive attitude in class. Is this true? I was very shocked when I heard this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, like wth. My heart was going dubdubdubdub. My immediate reaction was to say, "Huh? No...." like I always do when I hear some bullshit. But then I remembered all the times I've slept in class at the beginning of the year and so I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Huh? What do they mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: I don't know. Are you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;N: No&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: Do you hand in your work on time and properly?&lt;br /&gt;N: Yes.. I always hand in my work.&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: Do you pay attention in class?&lt;br /&gt;N: Errr.. Okay that last part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that I don't always pay attention in class and that I feel restless at times. But I definitely try not to! I mean, I haven't slept in class for like so long. And I know I was struggling at the beginning of the year, juggling basketball, school and other stuffs so I slept in class lotsa times. I try not to know. For a long time. I really really try, or should I say TRIED. No one seems to get it I guess. Also, I don't believe me not paying attention in class is the reason they made that comment. I mean, come on, no one pays full attention in class ALL the time. Not even the top students in class. We're students, all the same. In fact I don't think we as humans pay attention to every single thing at ALL times. But the whole point of this is that I'm just quite disappointed that teachers come to conclusion about you sometimes. (Or maybe judge you by the cover just because I'm a basketball player in school). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean, if you really had to tell me that you don't like the way I behave or the way I am, at least tell it straight to my face right?&lt;/span&gt; Put yourself in my shoes people, would you rather want someone to tell you stuff straight to their faces, or have some other people know about it and then broadcast it to the whole class before telling it straight to you. I feel really betrayed by this whole system, I guess. I really do. This was a gigantic blow to me, you know. But at the end of it all, I've come to the conclusion that this is just another life lesson for me. Someone once told me that, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't have to care about what people say. The more they talk, the more tired they get and they'll eventually stop.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it, N. You live, you learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3648226908135348128-1306900918923826144?l=ijechinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1306900918923826144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3648226908135348128&amp;postID=1306900918923826144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1306900918923826144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3648226908135348128/posts/default/1306900918923826144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ijechinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-cut-is-deepest.html' title='The first cut is the deepest?'/><author><name>nazirah(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16561911383960064276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
