<?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-13873494</id><updated>2011-07-21T19:12:15.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-115184591107857541</id><published>2006-07-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:11:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a huge 'D'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a huge 'D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Played soccer on friday. It was a great experience! I've heard people saying 'cage' here and 'cage' there. I finally got the chance to play at this reputable street soccer court. "The Cage". Yes its the cage everyone has been talking about. Or rather the street soccer court that people say randomly at times and it's just me making a big deal out of it. Oh yes. It's big alright. It really lives up to its name, 'The Cage'. That's what i really call the cage man. It's huge. How many times have i mentioned the 'The cage' oredi? Hmm 1..2..3..4..5. The cage without the 'the' doesn't count. okay that's 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the 'D' is huge. Holy shit man. I've never experienced such a huge 'd' in my life before. It was awesome. Made lots of blunders but made up for it with a 3-4 saves. Probably because im not used to such a huge court and 'd'. Played with kiki,haziq,acit,syed and faiz. It has been a long time since i last played with them. They're as good as ever. Well that's friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Supposed to watch superman with amira,faiz and mimi all but unfortunately I woke up late. So i got up watched an encore of the germany-argentina match which i slept halfway thru the night b4. Then went to SyF from school on the hired bus. Faiz left his phone in the theatre so the gang couldn't be in time for the bus and thus they had to take taxi to the stadium. Wow wee. I felt the heat man. Did u feel the heat? It was extremely hot that day man. Was desperate for water. Met dannyla n gimik at the stadium. TK band won again! wow how many times already sia. Then we met zul,kiki,zaki,haziq,ain,fatz on the way to parkway to eat kfc. Another long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-115184591107857541?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115184591107857541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115184591107857541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115184591107857541' title='What a huge &apos;D&apos;'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-115184425103683746</id><published>2006-07-02T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:44:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wah so long never update belawg(blog). I'll update one in a jiffy. I love that werd 'jiffy' haha teng teng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-115184425103683746?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115184425103683746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115184425103683746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115184425103683746' title='so long'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-115141486834292964</id><published>2006-06-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:39:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How addictive is soccer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How addictive is soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.  It's amazing this addiction is. The ball which people play is as amazing too.  Can u believe how much money, time, and energy people bother to put in just for soccer? It's not only limited to the field. It's as addictive as it is on the court, tv or even the PS. I'm sure those of you who played winning eleven on the ps2 or the psp knows what the hell im talking about. Incredible. UEFA cup, FA cup, EPL, Champions Leaugue, World Cup bla3 whatever u name it, full of interest and money. It seems as if it has even overtaken the space race or as if its a conspiracy of some underground organization who's goal is to take over the whole planet through means of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of planets, the ball is another very intriguing object. Technology is driven to constantly improve the ball, making it rounder, more spherical more high tech. Make it soo high tech that it can even 'do stuffs'. Scary. haha 'do stuffs'. Stuffs like calculating what's 1+1. Stuffs processors usually does and I'm moving t00 far into computers now so i should get back to soccer. See la I even used two zeros for the 'o's for the werd 'too'. It's amazing how round the ball can be which enables it to move ever freely in any direction. 360 degree of freedom. It's comparable to the planet Jupiter. Wondering why of all planets i mentioned Jupiter right? Dont' worry, the answer's just around the corner. You guy's don't need to turn your heads to check whether the answer's at the corner of ur house. Hmm i wonder how they came up with the phrase 'just around the corner'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer balls are like jupiter. Once a soccer hungry soul spots a soccer ball loose in his/her vicinity,  he/she will instantly be attracted to it. Like asteroids attracted to the massive gravity of Jupiter, people are drawn to the gravity of the sperical ball, identical to planets, in the exact same way. But not in a way that they will collide with it and form a crater on the ball. Imagine... tsk tsk. But unlike jupiter, soccer balls hides it gas inside. Amazing isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-115141486834292964?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115141486834292964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115141486834292964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115141486834292964' title='How addictive is soccer?'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-115107509951677399</id><published>2006-06-23T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:04:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World CUP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/golden_ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/golden_ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;World CUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aggh! World Cup! Can't wait for the final. Can't wait to watch them play the final matchball. Damn stylo, milo, kopi o, oreo o, makan mee soto, sambil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;naik moto, jangan jato, nanti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that. Gold colour panels. It's amazing. It's like the world cup itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yess finally I've finished my econs written report. Aggh satisfaction. Next, GP and then maths revision and then computing revision and then and then and then. And then and then. Haha u guys tot after the full stop the 'and thens' is over right? well ur wrong. Guess wad. And then got common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-115107509951677399?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115107509951677399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115107509951677399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115107509951677399' title='World CUP!'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-115020177557443801</id><published>2006-06-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:29:35.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haiz. Been lasier every single day of the hols. Zach braff's blog is up and running! Go check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.zachbraff.com"&gt;www.zachbraff.com&lt;/a&gt;. That's it guys, now i'm gonna go play my game. Adios migos. Hey that rhymes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-115020177557443801?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115020177557443801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/115020177557443801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115020177557443801' title='Lazee'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114926259532101169</id><published>2006-06-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:37:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSStupid match...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SSStupid match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a fucked a match it was. We came on time but they came late. Can't blame them fully cos there might be a very valid reason for their lateness. Arrived at padang mango(in front of TP) at around 530pm geared up and saw some peeps playing soccer. Since we had no soccer balls we borrowed one from them. Just b4 our opponent arrived, the peeps who i was talking about starting playing at the pitch witch we were supposed to play 1 hour ago. It became clear that they were training for a game tommorrow in some 3rd division league. Since they started training at 630pm on the pitch we couldn't play there anymore. Blame it on the opponent, if they came on time we would be able to play on the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we had to compromise. We shouldn't point fingers now. Now now remember that kids. I had waited a long time to play as keeper against the MJs. I just wanted to play lor. Haha the 'lor' extra, its not necessary actually. We did a make shift pitch with bags as goal post and played "field soccer". Yes i put the " " thingy. Saved 1 tiny weeny itzy bitzy spider. OOpps. 1 tiny weeny itzy bitzy shot. Tak feeling ah. Not satisfying somehow. Just a normal routine shot parry. We won eventually 2-0. Haizz. Hope there's a rematch and they better come on time next time. Eh dat rhymes. Padahal I was juz using the same words. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggh dammit ellen damn cutzys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114926259532101169?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114926259532101169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114926259532101169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114926259532101169' title='SSStupid match...'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114908291238482592</id><published>2006-05-31T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:43:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggh Kitty ur so cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/normal_99577_iceman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/normal_99577_iceman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aggh Kitty ur so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my goodness. I waited so long to watch X-men 3. Mainly because i wanted to see kitty in action so badly. Ellen Page is the 3rd actress to play kitty and oh my she's the best one. She looks and plays the part well. Me and Dinie fell in love with her utter cuteness almost instantly. Her baby-face, the way she slouches and run. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOO CUTE!!&lt;/span&gt; Apart from kitty's cuteness, the movie was awesome. It's the best x-men movie i've ever seen so far. The storyline, effects and action. It's a pity some of the characters didn't have much screen presence like angel or some of the x-men was absent from the movie like nightcrawler or the death of cyclops. I really hope there'll be X4 man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i browsed through ellen's pics i noticed she had lots of pics with ben foster(Angel). Damn irritating sia. I was like what the hell is goin on sia? What's this 20 somthing guy doing with a 15 yo girl? Freak pedophile sia. Even dinie noticed those pics of her with him. Yes i thought she was 15 since b4 the movie. After doin extra research, i found out she's not 15 but actually she's 19. Unbeliavable. My mindset totally changed. I just couldn't accept that fact. It seems impossible. Such a short girl with a cute baby face.  Another thing i found out was that ellen page and ben foster are in a relationship. Holy macaroni!! I feel like going to western stall  for one sia. Err can i get one holy macaroni with tomato sauce please. I freaked out sia. Oh well she'll always be untouchable and cute to me. Oh yeah i almost forgot the part about ellen playing soccer. Yes she plays soccer. Confirm cute sia when she runs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came late for dikir just now. Unfortunately i woke up at 1.40 pm. Lucky my dad was able to drive me there. Better late than never right? Played soccer after dikir. Suddenly felt extremely tired halfway after running too much. They say i had some chronic illness haha bullshit. I think it's because i had phlegm in my lungs. Felt like dying just now. So hot summore. Haiz gotta rest man. That's what the june break's for. And i can't wait for sleeq's album!! Aggh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114908291238482592?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114908291238482592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114908291238482592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114908291238482592' title='Aggh Kitty ur so cute!!'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114829704324830601</id><published>2006-05-22T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:36:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common test in a cess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Common test and I'm in a cess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh yes blog. No better way to print out my thoughts and feelings. Yet, I don't feel like thinking or feeling anything right now. Haizz. I'm sighing. People's first impression of me is that i don't talk much. That's just a misunderstanding. Actually I'm lazy to talk at times. Similarly how I'm lazy to think or feel at times.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What i'm doing right now is quite ironic don't you think? If you don't know what irony is go study GP now go go to the facts and opinion topic about the author's tone go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell do you study GP anyways? Who the hell studies Group Project?? AHA you guys thought that i was talking about General Paper right? Right? Yeah i was talking about General paper. Bolancapp. Alright alright don't kill yourself over this. Just take it easy. Breathe in count to 10 and breathe out. Need a hug? Nah i don't think you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to study physics. 4 more days left and i haven't started revising. Yeps common test in a cesspit. I came up with a brilliant plan summarise my revision. 6 topics, cover 2 topics per day. Ingenious. That is if i implement it. If you guys think that my plan is brilliant, sit down on any surface. Hmm i can picture some of you standing like an idiot right now. Ah now biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is beginning to invade some people's minds already. Made some crazy jokes bout how the x-men would become if all their powers are inversed. Favourite one is instead of attracting metal, metal objects attracts magneto himself. He's helpless! haha. I can imagine while he's monologin, suddenly a train pass by out of nowhere and he's monologue is cut off and he disappears along with the train. You can hear his voice trailing. AAAAGGGggggghhhh.... Haha storm, instead of conjuring a lightning storm, the lightning keeps striking her continuously. Everywhere she goes there'll be a tiny rain cloud following her and pouring rain on her only. Marissa and Hana wanted to borrow an X-Men II vcd/dvd b4 they watch X-Men III. I got the pirated vcd but izzat got something better than me. Nvm it's ok. I watched da vinci code on 19th May. I just felt like rubbing it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, i have bought my headset hence, I'm gonna go revise. I'm sure there's no relation between a headset and revision so who am i to use the word hence right? I am nazri la who else right? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114829704324830601?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114829704324830601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114829704324830601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114829704324830601' title='Common test in a cess'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114760215185500818</id><published>2006-05-14T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:26:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazingness haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Speaking of things that are amazing, yes the group date was awesome of course you no need to tell me what i already know thanks. Yeah we should have another outing considering this outing was successful despite several people bailing out at the last minute. Thus we should have a bigger one. Mimi suggested we organize a chalet!!!! WOOOHOOOOO YEAHHH CHALET!!! You guys are thinking why the hell am i shouting even though the chalet hasn't started yet right? RighT?? Don't try to deny ok? Well of course i'm excited. It's been a while since i've been to a chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing thing that happened recently was Liverpool winnning the FA Cup yesterday!!!!!! WOOOHOOOOO!!! YEAAHHH! It was a great feeling man as i watched Gerrard producing a miracle 30 metres strike yet again to level us with west ham. Many Reds fans had hoped the number 13 would not bring the team bad luck. The bad lucks did occur yes - Carragher's own goal, Kewel &amp; Alonso injured, conceded 3 scrappy goals of west ham(one of them was supposed to be a cross haha pathetic), several players got cramps including gerrard himself, pepe reina conceding goals. For a moment there i thought we were really gonna lose. 2 goals down then due to gerrard we were back in the game with Cisse's finishing with his red boot. Not the white one cos he didn't use his left leg. Just when i was about to lose hope in liverpool in the last few minutes of the match, Gerrard just had to surprise me by equalising in style. It was ABSOLUTELY STUNNING. What a crazy game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of credit has to be given to Jose Reina. He's my man, my inspiration. Even though he was not on form during the game, he managed a last minute extra time save to proceed to the penalties. Reina was the best penalty saver i've seen yesterday. He was awesome. Saved 3 penalties man. Made up for the 3 scrappy goals he conceded. He thus went from zero to hero. U just gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114760215185500818?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114760215185500818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114760215185500818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114760215185500818' title='Amazingness'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114744086783913059</id><published>2006-05-12T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:00:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserved Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deserved Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phewww. Finally a day of rest after a long week. This is exactly what i need right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure u guys sitting at home reading this blog feel the same way too right? Right? Yep I'm sure you do. Well nothing beats waking up late in the morning at 11am, have a light breakfast while watching michael buble sing b4 going for friday prayers and play pool with the friends on a friday holiday. (Nazri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breathes in...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...And breathes o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ut)Hey you confused people out ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e. Don't be confused with the word pool aite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We played the one where there are balls and u have to hit the balls on the table with a stick. Not the pool where there is a lot of water in a big container. Confucius say, "Don't be confused by name."  Owh a word of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; precaution, nex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t time u see a pool of wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er after a rain careful not to ride a scooter through it. If you can't help it, test the depth of the pool first so u won't fall into the pool. Yeah remember that kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 211px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r prayers went to orchard mrt to meet them frens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ada ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gla namanya 'Bangla'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA bolancap.Stomach felt really e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mpty at that point. It felt a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as a stupid person's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; brain. HAHA bolancap. Hence, we went to fill them stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;food at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; far east. Rahman(who was late) met us the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;re. THE GIRL DAMN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCILLACHIC!! Oh yeah yesterday mimi caug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ht m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e staring at her long distance. She has 'The Feeling'. Mimi to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok some pictures of me singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 140px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It was cool. I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; never seen myself singing in a picture b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OOO yeah i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;learnt a new dance move which c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an danced to the matinee music by franz ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It's the double step i think. Mimi tot me how to do it ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ght cos i was doing it wrong. It's logical right? Don't u guys think that it's log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ical if i was doing something wrong she wud teach me the right thing? Haha DUH. Cmon guys, u can do better than that. Proceed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 121px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed to lucky plaza to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; were limited number of tables we had to book only 1 table for t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e 7 of us- Mimi,Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zri,Izzat,Rahman,Elfie,Muhaimin and Ikmal ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ah that should be seven people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yall count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yourself ah. Pair by pair and changing pairs after every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20063.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20063.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;game. Played fooseball while one of the pairs played pool. Fun sia and the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 107px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eball table damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; professional the shafts glistening and extremely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mooth. Yes u can see us smiling in the pic. It shows that we were having a great time. It was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we witnessed 2 very skilled fooseball players deftly playing against each other. I never knew there was such thing as playing professional fooseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I never knew there's such thing as playing fooseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 115px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20033.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with skill. They were damn skilled man. Passing the ball here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d suddenly shooting at speeds which defies physics, unseen to the nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed eye. I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/chap%20tng%20tng%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/chap%20tng%20tng%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; what the hell did he do sia??? Pool was great though. Won 3 lose 1. Ikmal went off early. Watch out ikmal. You'll pay for leaving early Ikmal. Well actually he paid us 2 bucks already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pool went to Old Chang Kee to grab a bite. How old is old chang kee anyways? How old is he to be termed 'OLD'? Bastard sia that guy. When i arrived at the MRT station, i didn't encounter any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dustbin at all to dispose off my plastic. It's like its begging me to litter there. Frustrating sia. In the mrt missed my destination  cos i wasn't thinking straight. Had to stop at kembangan and take the opposite train to my house. Wait that doesn't sound right. If only there's a train that leads directly to the doorstep of my house. HAHAHA dream on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114744086783913059?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114744086783913059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114744086783913059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114744086783913059' title='Deserved Break'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114717585003253497</id><published>2006-05-09T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:57:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hahaha who didn't come school today missed all the action. Tom cruise came to tpjc and a nuclear bomb exploded whoa. haha bullcrap. Sarcasm rox. Well today was just one of those days. Yeah you guys know wad I'm talking about. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi didn't come cos she had MC i.e Medical Certificate. Doctors are cruel as to congratulate people who caught a disease aren't they? Hmm well no wonder it was quite quiet. Haha i just love using those two one after another - "quite quiet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time i skipped so many lessons though. From 9am to 1130am. Comp teacher scolded me for the first time. I don't think i should skip anymore, it's just too much. The ramifications could be devastating. I bought my first Cornetto ice-cream from the drink stall and on a particularly hot day. Ate ice-cream while playing soccer. Played soccer while eating ice-cream. Ate soccer while playing ice-cream haha i tricked you there. Irritating bolancap la. Oh yeah i bot my first vending machine coffee too. It was awesome, i think better than nescafe if it was hot. Haha skali it uses nescafe. Who am i to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikmal called me as usual when she was nearby. Naturally i would turn and ask where and i did. Ikmal was like 'Naz debra!' and i was like "where!?" split second later she was 1metre from me. Fuck man confirm she heard me shout 'where'. She was within hearing distance and i just had to shout "where" even though i can use "mana". It's not like it's a big deal cos i just found out that she knew bout me oredi but the situation seemed aggravated due to that little incident. Sigh nvm i still got 'Operation Ruse' to carry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114717585003253497?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114717585003253497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114717585003253497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114717585003253497' title='Action'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114623865998329765</id><published>2006-04-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:43:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday is always a good day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderful hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So i had always perceived friday as a good day. Of course it is cos its a Jumaat. School ends earlier, get to go solat jumaat and some free time after that. For today, i felt really sick. Had flu, sore throat(due to dikir) and a freakin ulcer which is damn irritatiing. Since it's a friday, something good should happen right? Yeah there should be a balance so those irritating stuff won't make my day the worst day of the year. Dreamt of her again last night, and again it was some funny dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for tpjc runway at 6pm  cos izzat's gonna perform. Actually that's the only reason why i even considered going to the event. Izzat did perform yes, but something wicked happened b4 that and it wasn't planned at all. Unexpected. Anmari came and owh damn was she hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 volunteers they called out for(1 boy 1 girl). One of the mc was in her area. My first thought- It's definitely gonna be her, definitely no doubt about it. Somehow i had that really strong gut feeling cos it's always her. Turned out i was right. With the help of her friends she came on stage. Okay the girl's place taken so who's gonna be the guy? Who's next? Within a split second of my musing, the CTT crew shouted my name instinctively. Almost everyone around me was pointing at me. I was like, damn that's it for me. I've been exposed on the stage. According to them, they were doing me a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go through some makeover. It was cool though. The design was awesome. Sat in the changing room doing make up for almost 30 mins i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today the laconic guy got to sit with the shy girl. Wow incredible huh.  I find it hard to believe. It made me think that things happen for a reason again. It was meant to happen. Who know's, there could be alternate endings like in a game or in a Sonic the Hedgehog gamebook. You could actually choose the course of the storyline and how it ended. Who know's in another lifetime there might be a different outcome but what happened today happened. For this is reality. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with me being extremely hungry, aggravated sore throat(cos shouted too much during izzat's performance), irritating runny nose, ulcer and a weak body. I actually thought that my mates are really gonna go eat after that cos I was really hungry everyone was hungry. Couldn't figure out why they preferred going home. Until now I'm still hungry agghhh. Alrighty gotta go eat 'breakfast'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114623865998329765?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114623865998329765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114623865998329765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623865998329765' title='Friday is always a good day?'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114571887803447087</id><published>2006-04-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:15:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One fine Saturday... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What a saturday, foooh! Packed with all sorts of little shitz. It's as if someone used WinZip to compress all the detail of the saturday into one tiny zip file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning wore my small basketball nike shoes and realised that i should have clipped my nails. I keep forgetting dammit. Because of that i can't walk properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/TPJC%20Carnival%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/TPJC%20Carnival%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;lmost exactly 1 whole year of not touching a takraw ball cos of 'o' levels, still got the basics right. Surprisingly still managed to receive high balls, low balls, sharp balls and still managed to juggle. Amazing. Unfortunately, we were only allowed to juggle the ball, we couldn't play match. But nvm cos today I got to learn a new game. Congkak was kinda fun and can get addictive. Just learnt how to play and hence it was my first time playing the congkak. The girl's dikir was not that bad.  Nadiah asked me to write bout her so i shall. She say she made mista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/TPJC%20Carnival%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/200/TPJC%20Carnival%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kes cos got me. APER jerrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There was this rock band called Ronin(never heard b4) performed at the white tree of gondor. I tink the lead singer got some skin pigment disorder cos he looked like an albino. Kinda scary. Overall not a bad performance ah. Stage presence was okay as they definitely got ma attention with their rythmic drums and crazy-loud singer. Ikmal felt some sense of accomplishment after taking a picture with yul. wa wa wa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/PICT0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me, muhaimin, ikmal and faisal got out early to proceed to doubleO for platform 6. Yeah yeah the day had come. I was kinda flustered at first as I tot we were very late. Met Faisal no.1 panique at dhoby ghaut at 330. Found out that he had waited 30 mins for us there. I felt really2  bad sia. Had a little trouble finding unity street on the map. It wasn't there. When we got a taxi and told the driver to take us there he was like, "HUH? Unity Street? Owh its so near, juz a few hundred meters."  Waddehell laaa sia. But its okay ah 3 bucks to get there small shitz. Fortunately we were juz in time to witness freakyz's same woman again and sleeq's hot tonight's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;performance. Lucky kia. Hahaha 'kia' is irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/p6_rikurshaysolz_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/p6_rikurshaysolz_pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saved the rest of my digicam mem for rikurshay's performance. Their music was relatively different from the rest. Reminded me of eminem. It was a story. They were awesome, really2 freakishly awesome. 2 brothers, one of them hates the other cos his dreams were taken away by him. Turns out it was a dream, they were the same person all along with diff personalities. Really cool story.&lt;br /&gt;Personally i think they were really great. One of the best. It was really unlucky that they didn't make it to top 5. I still coudln't believe it. I really dun understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul, amir and lutfi came late so they din get to witness rikurshay. Kesian, kan kan hu ask them to come late??? While ikmal, muhaimin and faisal no.2 went home early. Faisal no.1panique didn't follow us eat after platform. Today was like lutfi's unlucky day. 1st his chillied bag then his phone was almost left behind on the BK table. Whew really lucky the cleaner was spot on. Today was like kinda unlucky for everyone even though it was jam packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114571887803447087?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114571887803447087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114571887803447087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114571887803447087' title='One fine Saturday...'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114562671165868790</id><published>2006-04-21T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:14:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a looooong day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a looooong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow today's friday seemed very long. It's so long that i can't even use my ruler to measure it. Finishing at 1210H didn't make any difference as it was dragged to 6pm by a 3 hour MCS meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in the bus standing silently,  some random thought popped in my head. I didn't know how i came to contemplate on why people's lifespan shortens with time.  Human beings  in previous ages had longer lifespans compared to us now. Our  prophets once lived  more than 200 years i think. It gets shorter.  Maybe  it's because of  the rapidly developing techonology that has  been  producing toxic chemical and causing pollution to our green earth in which  we take for granted unlike  during ancient times when the air is much cleaner  and the pace is much slower.  I wish i could experience such  lifestyle. People were much  healthier  a long time ago.  Humans nowadays use  technology to their advantage to counter such situations  through developments in modern medicine. Then the bus stopped abruptly and i fell back to earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114562671165868790?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114562671165868790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114562671165868790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114562671165868790' title='What a looooong day'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114527324751148276</id><published>2006-04-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:35:58.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSS!!!! FINAALLLLYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YESSSS!!!! FINAALLLLYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4 weeks I wished for this day to come, spontaneously done. Satisfaction. A sense of achievement overwhelmed me. A great achievement. Wow. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After my recess i was walking out of the canteen den i saw her, she was walking towards me. i stared at her she stared at me then when she was right in front of me i said, " hi debra!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. With a bemused expression on her face she said hi back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished, dot dot dot(. . .) Hmm i said hi to nadiah 2 mins b4 it occured. She had asked me to say hi when i see her and i did. Cool sia killed 2 birds with one stone. It seems violent though. Pity the birds. Innocent birds got hit by one stone. Really cruel.  What the. Why am i suddenly talking about dead birds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul took the sweettalk coupons and gave them away to passers-by like how people give out flyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imaginations today &lt;/span&gt;in brief&lt;br /&gt;1. EH! FFffffffffffadzil...or FFFFFffffffaizz...while giving the evil eye&lt;br /&gt;2. Car breaking at the side of road, just b4 it stops(split second), theres a sudden change in direction and hit a lampost.&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael Jackson cannot stop moon walking, forced to moon walk all the way&lt;br /&gt;4. Taking a rest beside guy on bench. Guy= undercover security guard. The moment u sit, he handcuff ur hands saying" haha i gotcha" for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;5. Communicate at extreme ends and different levels of TM( have to shout)&lt;br /&gt;6. Employers trained to move like robots, once loose focus even by a pinched niple, kena fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114527324751148276?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114527324751148276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114527324751148276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114527324751148276' title='YESSSS!!!! FINAALLLLYY!!'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114511352878896270</id><published>2006-04-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:06:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game or not to game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game Or Not To Game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shit man! I can't decide whether to play game or not! Agghhh! It's been a long time since i played Battle For middle earth II and trying to start playing again seems soo hard. It's like i'm not used to it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114511352878896270?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114511352878896270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114511352878896270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114511352878896270' title='game or not to game?'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114501867321351860</id><published>2006-04-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:53:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platform 6!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beats-society.com/platform6/P6_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 261px;" src="http://beats-society.com/platform6/P6_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOW! I paid 10 bucks! And I can't wait! It's gonna be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;NO ALCHOHOL. NO SMOKING! NO AGE LIMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;I just love beats-society posters! They're really cool. Love them graphic designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114501867321351860?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114501867321351860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114501867321351860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114501867321351860' title='Platform 6!!!!'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114501689482129452</id><published>2006-04-14T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:22:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, eh wait, no...YA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was a thursday. My phone was suddenly spoilt as the screen went white for no apparent reason. Albeit the white screen, it could still function normally so i had it go for maintenance. I went out without phone for 2 days until today. Felt naked literally. It's as if i didn't wear my undies. Didn't feel any weight in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day that i had to be sent out of the class along with some of my other classmates for not doing GP. It was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually i had totally forgot to do it. Luckily mdm nurazian gave us a chance to complete it beside the white tree of gondor. I prefer to say ' white tree of gondor' to saying 'the foyer' as it sounds cool. Recess after PE and was exhausted and felt nauseous. Sat there stared at her as she was celebrating her friend's birthday. There seems to be birthday celebrations in the canteen everyday and ALWAYS in the canteen. Why can't they celebrate in the toilet? Suddenly she turns and look at me. I was like 'damn she noticed that i was staring at her' after looking down and pretending to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped computing(again) and played soccer beside the tamp stadium. It was awesome. I couldn't remember the last time i was on form. It was a long time ago sinced i played like that. I think it was before 'O' levels. I managed to save a couple of shots. Feeling ah. In one of the dives, i felt as if I actually flew. Unfortunately i didn't make the save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and dinie imagined a guy walking alongside a girl who has a boyfriend(somewhere). Suddenly the boyfriend heard from a soure that a guy is walking with his girlfriend. I'll try and describe this one properly as it is quite complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scenario 1:  Imagine the boy-girl waking together. Suddenly from the background he hears someone screaming. A faint yell which seems to get louder within 2 seconds, "Oi! Why are you walking with my girl!". The guy suddenly falls flat facedown on the ground as he was elbowed by the boyfriend while he was running towards the guy from behind and continues running after elbowing the guy at his constant velocity without even looking at the girlfriend nor the dead guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine the boy-girl waking together. Suddenly from the background he hears someone screaming. A faint yell which seems to get louder within 2 seconds, "Oi! Why are you walking with my girl!". The guy instantly flys a fair distant in front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;after the boyfriend charged from behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and takes his place and walks with his girlfriend. The guy gets up and continues walking as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA funzies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114501689482129452?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114501689482129452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114501689482129452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114501689482129452' title='Ya, eh wait, no...YA!'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114449328003744299</id><published>2006-04-08T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:45:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams are made of sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dreamt of her last night. Hmmms weird. So far i dreamt of her 2 times already. Haha standard. Normally i dream of girls i'm infatuated to about 2 -3 times. Not surprising if another one occurs.&lt;br /&gt;The first time was that somehow she knows that i've been staring at her in the LT every lecture and she scolded me.... I think. The second time, when i finally had the courage to say 'hi' to her she didn't hear me or she just simply ignored me. If only dreams are made of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114449328003744299?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114449328003744299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114449328003744299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114449328003744299' title='sweet dreams are made of sugar'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114441680887617775</id><published>2006-04-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:02:26.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ish Ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning i stared at her again in the audi. Yesterday i can't concentrate on my tom yum mix in bowl cos of the same thing as she was sitting 3 tables in front of mine&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday computing suddenly talk about dating.WTF? How is dating related to computing? However, it was very useful. We all planned to pon actually but he saw us so we went to plan B. We were thinking of goin out of the class halfway. Changing the position of the long hand of the clock n all. The teacher weird, he spent 10 mins getting 3 markers for the white board but in the end throughout the whole double period he didn't use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school beat TJc 1-0 yeah!!!(yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/07-04-06_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 135px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/07-04-06_1013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today omputing boring again. In the MCR all the computer not working so we had to sit there and stone all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;way through the double period. Oh no we didn't let dat happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/07-04-06_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/07-04-06_1008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nce there's nothing else better to do we tot of things to do in there. We  messed with the keyboard buttons. Quite fun, must be violent so can get the button out using keys. Den we rearranged t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uttons la, the usual. Suddenly we found one of the wheels of the lab chair. Using our imagination the wheel became an artillery canon thingy, a spaceship dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha imagine if you eat indian food u become an indian for one day. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish ish in just one day we came up with our own Chap teng teeng theme song.&lt;br /&gt;"puki lu punye bola,&lt;br /&gt;kane nabe chap teng teeng,&lt;br /&gt;irritating bolancap"&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why mimi thinks im hot. She's crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! EE! Eh! Oh! OOh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in the canteen style. I got to see how people would react when i put a cup in the middle of their table. And how they would react if suddenly got this hand from the top holding the cup come down and land on the middle of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114441680887617775?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114441680887617775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114441680887617775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114441680887617775' title='Ish Ish'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114414567721216316</id><published>2006-04-04T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:19:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Wow Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The very thing i wished to happen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happened. Wow. The first person i saw when i alighted from the bus was her. Dammit now i'm thinking why i didn't make a move. Can you believe the coincidence? Even though i didn't get to see her eyes i still managed to tail her from 1metre. I saw her again in LT.  I make myself satisfied just by being able to see her. I should do something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again like always every morning i reach skool dinie will be there to join me in the mocking of the sea sports people doing the "thing" they do. Damn hypnotic sia. Very annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;The Chap Tng Tng crew was officially formed yesterday and already just now we had carried out our greeting as if it had been done for ages. Came up with chap tng tng advertisement and how to apply the phrase into the chicken little song. Faiz didn't come sia. If not our membership complete for now. Propaganda is on the way babyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YA!!! The chocolate cake i ate juz now. How could i forget that. Holy chap tng tng. It was awesomely delicious. Oreo based chocolate icing with chocolate cream topped with M&amp;amp;Ms. FuuuuuYOOOO. Its nice its nice.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to drink my morning coffee dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson we tried something new and sat at the table on the other side of the canteen. Felt kinda weird. Not used to it of course. Its normal. Usually people would be afraid to try out something new cos they're afraid of what they might expect. We should try out new shit often. "When waas the last time u did something for the first time???" Huh huh huh??? Niways as we ventured to the other side of the canteen we got to experience the eeriness of the place. It was dark and secluded. Scary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just now as i moved slowly up to the 2nd storey of the double decker bus of 21 suddenly something occured to me.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you walk really slow or you climb the staircase really slow, it irritates someone far away even though it doesn't affect him in almost any way possible. E.g You walk slowly up the 2nd storey of the double decker bus then suddenly this guy siting at the back of the 2nd level gets irritated and shout, "Oi! walk faster la!" HAHAHAHA even though it doesn't affect him hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114414567721216316?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114414567721216316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114414567721216316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114414567721216316' title='Wow Wow Wow'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114407344520748317</id><published>2006-04-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:10:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironies in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This week's imagination topic shall be the ironies in life!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114407344520748317?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114407344520748317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114407344520748317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407344520748317' title='Ironies in life'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114407234762013557</id><published>2006-04-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:52:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't stand it man. My physics tutor mr. Yo yes his name is&lt;br /&gt; "mr. YO" really can't seem to stop smiling. It's really infectious.&lt;br /&gt;Can get kinda annoying too. Today is really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chap Tng Tng&lt;/span&gt; day huh.&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that explodes from chap tng tng. when does it end.&lt;br /&gt;Wow today i got to see her again almost up close. Those eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Her eyes really penetrate my soul. They're mesmerising. A distinct&lt;br /&gt;glitter in her manga n cute n beautiful eyes which really compliments her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well its not a long post but i promise to compose a longer one next time. Kane nabe chap teng teeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114407234762013557?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114407234762013557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114407234762013557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407234762013557' title='The real post.'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114395554687552751</id><published>2006-04-02T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:25:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Holy shit! Has it been 4 months since my last post already? Dammit I better start doing something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114395554687552751?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114395554687552751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114395554687552751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114395554687552751' title='So long?'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-114395541085625788</id><published>2006-04-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:23:56.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why haven't i been updating my blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry guys. I haven't been updating my blog for awhile now. For some reason... Maybe i'm lazy or maybe i've been spending too much time stoning in front of my comp. I promise i'm gonna post some more blogs for u guys soon enough. HAHAHAHA cheh im acting like im some kind of celebrity sia.hahaha funny funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-114395541085625788?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114395541085625788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/114395541085625788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114395541085625788' title='Why haven&apos;t i been updating my blog?'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-113359196658004008</id><published>2005-12-03T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:39:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le pakour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/yamakasi%21%21_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/yamakasi%21%21_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Next on the list is Le Pakour. Initiated at kembangan mrt where we chilled. You either make it or break it. The picture shows whether i make it or break it. I was in mid air. Its up to you to decide whehter i made it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-113359196658004008?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/113359196658004008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/113359196658004008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113359196658004008' title='Le pakour'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-113253191671390736</id><published>2005-11-21T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:45:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgive yourself, you should&lt;br /&gt;Forgive myself, i will not,&lt;br /&gt;For I had let you go so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Give up on u, i cannot,&lt;br /&gt;As i cared for you and your safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to thyself, i beg you.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit refusing to listen to your peers,&lt;br /&gt;As this is the only way i can help you.&lt;br /&gt;I did my part, bereft of affecting you.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my time, maybe yours,&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings i cannot force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since i wrote a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;but whatever you have done is not a crime.&lt;br /&gt;So take this opportunity to reflect,&lt;br /&gt;on your mistakes, perceive the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall stop in favor of my friends&lt;br /&gt;but if it means giving up on u,then i can't&lt;br /&gt;then I realise I've done and wasted enough time&lt;br /&gt;For my friends, i shall leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;You should listen to your friends sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You know why???&lt;br /&gt;BEEECAUSSEE they're your FRIENDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im not asking you to listen to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now its up to you decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Written by Ji hehe&lt;br /&gt;I hope that will be the last time I have to write something like that about that person. I think the person who should be reading this knows what the hell im talking about, so I shouldn't elaborate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-113253191671390736?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/113253191671390736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/113253191671390736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113253191671390736' title='Sorry for yourself.'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-111970661207681948</id><published>2005-06-26T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:32:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The craziest 24 hour experience in my entire life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soccer, soccer and more soccer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I expected this scout camp to be like any other camps that we had before. Turns out it was not to be. It's crazier.It was a great experience. I left my house wearing my brother's total 90 III shoes, hoping to play soccer in school. What happened was more than soccer. Reached school, OM idiot mr ng very noisy, tell us not to play in classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we started our first soccer session at the street soccer court in the morning around 9. Played until very tired. The court was wet, thanks to the rain. Unfortunately we did not do any important stretching for the activities that followed. MOre soccer... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The court was so wet that i could actually slide as if im at the field.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After our own match, this few choir peeps joined us. They were kinda good la cos got umesh and soe ather gits. They had the upper hand in the match cos we were all almost flushed out and exhausted from our previous game. And we lost. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Din manage to save any shots. I could actually feel my hands shaking due to extreme exhaution. I can never be on form whenever im tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I almost saved two shots but somehow after i blocked them, they still when in. At that time i had butter fingers. Too tired. In the midst of the match some of our other friends came.. First Kia tar then KAran. I could not take it so i bailed out of the match in the middle and subbed with someone else. My legs were already aching at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During our break in the 4J classroom, we received a whole lot of food (leftovers from a conference). The chicken was kinda nice though. I tried playing my mp3 player on Zu kai's speakers but it sucked. And after the lunch we planned what we wanted to do for that evening after the bbq. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these are some of the crazy ideas: We wanted to lend someones ps so can play at night. Play night LAN. Play soccer at night( as in after midnight). Watch midnight movie as suggested by KAran&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Then Roy( our ex-senior now in JC) came in and joined us. He wanted to play soccer so we did. And we played soccer...again. It was around 11 at that time. Roy has actually improved in soccer. He used to suck. My legs were still mildly aching as we played. It was hot at that time so most of the water had actually evaporated. Since it was hot we got tired very easily so we took another break at the canteen. Then Edwin(another senior) came and joined us in soccer. At around 12 we stopped, had a break, planned again. I changed to my slippers as i was going for my prayers. An then we played soccer again. until it was time for me too leave for the mosque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparing BBQ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i came back, we played soccer again until it was time for us to prepare the food for the bbq. The food all looked appetizing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got satay, otak2, black pepper chicken, hotdogs, cuttlefish ball, corn, sambal stingray &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt; one of the best i tasted). It was alot of food. there werent enough charcoal to go around so Mr tchen oredered summore. We were damn bastards when preparing food for juniors. Those we prepared lousily-gave to juniors. Lousy equipments we gave to juniors. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i have to say the toilet near the bbq area smell like a zoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn the shit smell like animal shit. And so we started bbqing. The black pepper chicken was not bad. We bought drinks and fused peach tea and 7 up into ice and it tasted so damn good. Dinner had never been this good. Our older seniors slowly started coming in. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of seniors( Saurov an indian guy,very nice guy) came. As it was very dark and i having night blindness, Ireally couldnt see his face man. Dude me and Ian was wondering who the hell is that guy. He acutally blends in the darkness. No offence dude&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then our JC seniors came and we challenged them to soccer. Soccer at night. Our seniors were supposed to be good but was trashed by us 10-4. It was very dark , couldnt see properly. Conceded a few goals bcos o that.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had i very bad experience with that match. Crap man, i got a cramp, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt; cramp due to too much soccer. Damn it hurt like hell. had to take 10 mins of their time to lose the cramp. And i wasnt the only one hu received the cramp. Slowly one by one my teamates got cramps. I got hit in the face by an oncoming ball courtesy of LunPin(another senior&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;. We had actually planned that after the bbq was soccer and after that we go for midnight movie. Karan was vey confident that midnight movie is much2 cheaper. So after the match we bathed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Found out i only had one underwear to wear for 2 days. Crap. It just can't get any worse than that. EXCEPT IT DID!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST PART OF THE 24 HOURS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When we were set to leave the school for a morning of adventure, we came across Kai Sheng( another crazy senior). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He told us how their batch had actually pissed on the rotunda plants in front of the general office at night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; He dared us to do it. Crazy sia. Then the unthinkable happened. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He actually pissed on the plants neat the main gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whoa shit! dude dats crazy man. He actually did that!! What has the world come to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we took 16 to get to orchard cineleisure to watch 'A lot Like Love' at midnght. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We arrived at 11:40 and found that the next show is at 1.40 am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It juz doesn't get worse than that. &lt;strong&gt;THE TICKET COST $9.50&lt;/strong&gt;. We were all damn pissed. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karan was damn smart man. Kept tellling us midnight show very cheap.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Well, its not cheap, sure as hell not the same price, ITS MUcH MORE EXPENSIVE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And we had to wait 2 hours for the movie to start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I felt tired and sleepy. I din want to take any chances. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I din want to sleep during the 9.50movie i paid for so i drank coke(got caffeine). 2 regular cokes for that nite- one b4 the movie, one during the movie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; The stuff we did while waiting for he movie was quite fun though. Went to the arcade. walked around. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We played pool but not that worth it. $2 per game aint worth it at all. But it was fun. Played with Karan, IAn, Kia Tar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Then we played daytona and some hockey game.Very fun. Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anil played a marvel vs capcom arcade game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Everyone of us spectated it. And hey &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anil was unexpectedly very good sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was very entertaining the way he played and defeated all of his opponents. But eventually he juz had to lose la cos we had a movie to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I smuggled pringles into the theatre. Hey the movie wasn't that bad though the storyline sucks. Got some nude and errotic kissing scenes(the girl amanda peets damn hot sia). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wee Khai who hasn't slept for 2 nights was too tired to watch the movie so he paid 9.50 for the comfy seat inthe thatre to sleep in&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; And so the show ended and we had to go to school. Some of us dun have any money to take a taxi there, so we used the alternative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We decided to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walk from orchard cineleisure to school despite our cramped, aching ,swollen legs and feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Still not enough action? there's more... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we reached nicole highway bridge, which &lt;/span&gt;was like halfway of the journey oredi, I CAN'T FEEL MY HANDPHONE IN MY POCKET&lt;/strong&gt;. I had hoped that it was a hallucination due to the caffeine or exhaustion. But my phone wasn't really in my pocket. It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fell out of my pocket at the theatre seat. The timing can never be more perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I was damned pissed, damn devastated. I really couldnt believe that that was happening. Started to think wad my parents will do to me if they find out, which i can't let it happen. By any means necessary i juz had to go back and retrieve it. By hook or by crook i had to. I can't walk back, dats suicide. so me and wee khai(has money) took a cab and went back to fulfill my task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I persisted that i will never leave the place without getting my phone back. Only with that kind of perserverance that i can get it back. My first attempt at that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was i entered the theatre and search for my phone at my seat. It was embarrassing cos got this couple watching a lot like love sitting there and i asked them if they saw any phone around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The weird thing was i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was able to enter the theatre so easily ( no one was there, secluded, no ushers. very quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). the phone wasn't at my seat. I almost lost hope but i persisted. Then got sum kind of security guard there very helpful i asked him about my phone and he said it was found and i had to go to the ticket counter to get it. The problem was no one was there. It was closed. So i asked him again and he said someone will be there. when i went there again noone was there.I had to be patient. then 2 staffs were there waiting for me so i asked them and finally i got my phone back. Sigh* whew man damn dat was damn lucky. I was damn happy. I called my friends who were still still walking to school to meet them at the mcdonald at the kallang stadium. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha they stupid go walk around kallang stadium thanks to nicholas's mistake&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We pit stopped at the mcdonalds which wasnt opened yet and we had to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buy food at the drive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We continued walking until we reached school where we juz dropped dead at the school canteen. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Started sleeping at 7 woke up at 8:45. I had officially been awake for 24 hours and slept for 1 hour 45 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I woke up and i thought i had a dream about losing my handphone and walking from orchard to school except the dream wasn't a dream at all. It actually happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-111970661207681948?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/111970661207681948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/111970661207681948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111970661207681948' title='The craziest 24 hour experience in my entire life'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13873494.post-111945673517186817</id><published>2005-06-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:14:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/1600/cavt42e9c0b4121fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4268/1237/320/cavt42e9c0b4121fd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;testing testing..... 1....2...3.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;testic***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13873494-111945673517186817?l=naziji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/111945673517186817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13873494/posts/default/111945673517186817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naziji.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111945673517186817' title='testing'/><author><name>sukumaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09653850897661094192</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></entry></feed>
