<?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-29107290</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:21:06.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</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>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4109257623378884368</id><published>2010-01-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:16:43.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amelina: Ok bathing haha let's play when we meet :D&lt;br /&gt;K.mai: Hello you so super Rafflesian! You are damn enthu about everything. As are Sadikin and Amelina haha&lt;br /&gt;Sadikin: Haha I am chilled. And thanks, you too! Happening life eh some people enjoying freedom before 4th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Sheila: Move house sounds very appealing hmm. Anyway Nursheila you can drop by anytime if you want my whatever notes!&lt;br /&gt;Fawaz: Aww don't be sad. Merkchandize dah outdated haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://transmogrifyy.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bye merkz.bs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4109257623378884368?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4109257623378884368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4109257623378884368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4109257623378884368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4109257623378884368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2010/01/amelina-ok-bathing-haha-lets-play-when.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-491862954790987146</id><published>2009-12-30T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:30:23.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh I've been putting off ~reflecting~ back on 09 for some time now and I guess it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 09 has been so boring and uneventful that maybe I should ~reflect~ on the last 6 years because my life = school = rp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt like a true Rafflesian anyway. A Rafflesian = Classchair + head of cca + member of congress + member of sln + part of osl + psl. And I, my friends, despite being awesome, was never any of the above. Because honestly I couldn't care less. I was (am?) such a jaded person I don't know if it's just me or the environment (rg made me suffer serious esteem issues like the people in this school are totally ridic). But in any case Rg was okay I liked it because it was homely (not physically cos really the place is quite dilapidated I'd be worried if you consider that your home). So what if I wasn't the most enthusiastic person around, it didn't matter because I was fine in my own little bubble of angklung-hating, pepsicolainthemalayroom-playing friends. It was okay not to have a lot of friends because it didn't matter. Nothing much mattered when you're in rg, not the 230174032752 pts, not rs, not even your gpa (well it counts but aiya who cares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I came to rj it was different. Everyone made new friends, joined new ccas etc and everything was so different. Walk into the canteen in the morning and you see the jock (soccer/rugby/hockey) table, dance table, touch rug table, netball table, archery table etc. It was so weird to me like suddenly everyone had their own identities and I didn't, not really. But I thought, what the hey, doesn't matter. But I think it some ways it really did matter because if there is a point in life where you should go out there and get involved in things and do things you've never done before, I think it's jc. But of course I did none of that and I would say I don't think I made choices that I should've made. Which is why my jc years are so sad. There is almost no fond memories at all. I wasn't depressed but I wasn't happy either. From jaded I became... unfeeling. Going through the motions like a robot. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 6 years the only thing I was passionate about was bahas. When I was a kid I used to watch 4pm finals with my dad on tv and even though I had no idea what the heck they were arguing about, I thought they looked super kewl and smart and I wanted to be just like them. Which is why I was extremely excited to follow the 06 team around. Even though I was completely useless and got bullied a lot, I enjoyed watching them brainstorm and practise and yell at each other and hearing Kak Guy's random spouts of wisdom. And even though I knew I wasn't a great debater(why is it not spelled "debator?") I liked it a lot and I am 4eva thankful for Brighty because I couldn't have asked for a better team. Even though I wasn't great, the team was and that's all that mattered. And because bahas was my one and only passion my whole happiness in rj hinged upon bahas (wah wah dramatic). Of course as we know rj bahas didn't turn out as I would have wanted it to and every single day of the past year I kept beating myself up because I knew every single thing could have turned out differently had I done just One thing differently. That One thing haunted me like 4eva and I was so depressed like totally dramatic y'all. But after thinking about it for so long, I doubt that I would do anything differently. Even though my attempt to prevent nonsense ended up causing more nonsense anyway, I think at the end of the day I suffered most of the nonsense and that's better than making someone/everyone else suffer, amirrite? So I didn't get to look kewl and smart like the debaters I used to watch but what the hey it was fun while it lasted. And although bahas and I have unfinished business, I think it's time we say goodbye and go our separate ways. Goodbye... bye... bye.... by...(echo, to make it dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I thought that I would be more... evolved at the end of 6 years (like a Pokemon) but I really don't. Am I smarter/more experienced/more mature? I guess in some ways yes but I don't know if it's enough. I will be 19 in a few months and it's a scary thought like where on earth has my teenage years gone?! Everytime I do/say/consider buying something I will pause and think whether this is what a 19 year old will do/say/buy. If this is not an identity crisis I don't know what is. But what the hey (how many times have I used this phrase?!) I survived the most important exams in my life (for now, maybe different story when results are out) and I am set to rule the world. Oh except I'm lacking in funds because no one wants to hire me because of my unconfirmed conversational malay schedule and my lack of work experience like hello of course no experience because you people don't want to hire me? Duh. But you know what. WHAT THE HEY 2009 CAN KISS MY BIG FAT ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Mama 2010. Come to Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was so not a ~reflection~ it was a rant about random things but whatevs I am awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to anyone who cares, I am moving. Merkz has been good but I want change. See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-491862954790987146?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/491862954790987146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=491862954790987146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/491862954790987146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/491862954790987146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugh-ive-been-putting-off-reflecting.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4040323208098363642</id><published>2009-12-27T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:08:55.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am perpetually blogging in my head but when I come here there is nothing to say. I await the day someone comes up with a way to wire brains to computers. Then again that might not be such a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think they will stop Singapore Idol now because there can be no winners except malay boys hehe but I like Sezairi better than Sylvia anyway la and I thought his performances tonight were dabombz. But obviously no one comes close to Taufik like hello. I must say I don't really know if I like the new image but he can do no wrong in my eyes so wadeva. Also, I know Charice wants to show off her vocals and the fact that she is a Celine Dion fan but must she sing the same songs she always sings. Ok not like I've watched a lot of her performances but I watched the ones on Oprah (yay Oprah) so like not so oopmh. But still that girl is one of a kind why can't Singaporeans sing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4040323208098363642?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4040323208098363642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4040323208098363642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4040323208098363642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4040323208098363642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-perpetually-blogging-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-26703683347157008</id><published>2009-12-19T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:57:09.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nadirah &lt;/em&gt;was good I thoroughly enjoyed myself and it had the elements that make Yasmin Ahmad's films so amazing - humour at all the right moments and it leaves you thinking. Not like having a fleeting thought but really Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief summary: About a girl called Nadirah whose dad is Malaysian Malay and mum is Singaporean peranakan who became a Muslim. The parents separated so Nadirah lives in Singapore with the mum. The mum falls in love with a devout Christian and plans to have a civil marriage which, under Islamic law, is not recognised. Nadirah is tormented; she does not know how to accept this man as part of the family and she no longer knows who her mum is because how can this woman, who raised her to be a good Muslim, be willing to do something against the  religion for the sake of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the crux of the play lies in these two lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;"How do you love God when you can't love another human being?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially the issue of divine and earthly love. Nadirah refuses to even see Robert (the Christian man) because she hates what he is doing to her mum - she accompanies him to church and takes off her tudung when she does. Nadirah's friend, Maznah (MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER), said the above line and for once Nadirah kept quiet and really thought about how baseless her hatred for him is. He is a good man who loves and cares for her mum and who is she to judge his worth solely based on his faith? How can she claim to love God and accuse her mum of not loving God as much as her when she herself cannot accept a fellow human being who has done no wrong to her? After all, the whole of mankind is His creation so if you are not willing to love His creation how can you claim to be on a higher moral/religious ground? Islam teaches us to be accepting of others, not to judge or hate on the basis of faith. If you can't look beyond that and truly understand/accept a mere mortal for his true character, what makes you think you can understand and love God , who is on a whole other (divine) level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "There is only room for one God (in this house)"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;"How do you know it's not the same God?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true isn't it? We all know Christianity and Islam are really more similar than we realise and sometimes people just forget. Why the divisions then? Why the fighting the chaos the riots? I think the basis of all religions are the same. They all spread the message of peace, love, good. No religion condones or encourages doing evil deeds right (unless I dunno Satanism or something? /:)   I thought the football analogy was so clever. "You support Man U, I support Liverpool. We are loyal to our favourite clubs but in the end it is the same game we love and enjoy to watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also loved the contrast between Farouk and Maznah (both Nadirah's friends). One is somewhat an extremist, an ustaz wannabe who is forever preaching. The other is like a "liberal" Muslim - Muslim because she was born Muslim and does not really practise the religion. Farouk's character is interesting (Sadikin calls it problematic haha) because as much as his faith is sturdy, he is also guilty of pride - you can tell he thinks he is superior to Maznah and is so proud of his knowledge of Islam that he (quite disrespectfully, in my opinion) meets Robert to convince him to either convert or not marry Nadirah's mum. He also buruk sangka (thinks bad?) of Nadirah's mum, claiming that she plotted the whole divorce and plan to marry under civil law yada yada which is so nonsense. His preaching is overly dramatic (sometimes comical to me) and ineffective which goes to show you can't use force - education is the way to go. This is also why Maznah is interesting. As much as her clothes are tak senonoh for the most part of the play, she somewhat taubats at the end not because of Farouk's incessant preachings (which she constantly makes sarcastic comments about - I like hehe) but because she herself went to read up on the religion and truly understands instead of going through the motions just because she was "born into the religion". (Also because she is falling for a hot Turkish guy whose dad is an imam, but I think the fact that she is making the effort to understand and appreciate shows that even if things with Turkish dude doesn't work out, the tudung will stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing is apt what with all the hoohaa regarding broken Malay families in BH recently. Some people think that these families need all the help they can get, some people think religious authorities should preach about the religion because the crux of the problem in these families is lack of religious fundamentals. I think neither would be truly effective. You keep offering help, when will they ever learn? When I read the article about the young woman who has 5 kids out of wedlock with 3 different men, I can't help thinking why does she not learn her lesson? She claims she did use protection, as if that is clearly the main problem. It's not whether you use protection or not, it's the ACT itself that is wrong, how can you try to justify it by claiming to have used birth control. Maybe I am being judgemental but I can understand if it was a mistake, once or twice. But FIVE TIMES? This is clearly not just a problem of carelessness or impulse, it's a case of blatant irresponsibility and ignorance of the gravity of her actions. She is now struggling to make ends meet because she has to stay home to take care of the kids and the 3 men are all in jail. What on earth is going on, really. Of course financial assistance would help to some extent, but I think education is most important. Not preaching, not condemning, but educating. Teach these families to love the game before guiding them to embrace and pledge complete loyalty to a particular club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's interesting isn't it, to think about what makes a person "good". Is a Christian "bad" in the eyes of a Muslim and vice versa? Is a person who wears tudung "good" and one who doesn't "bad"? Madrasah kids good and secular kids bad? The issue of civil marriage is soooooo intriguing. As far as I understand, civil marriage is not recognised under Islamic law so any sexual relations is considered zina and any child born is illegitimate. My research tells me "No adulterer is a believer at the time when he is committing adultery" so as long as Nadirah's mum is married to Robert under civil law (and by extension, having sexual relations) then she is murtad and as much as she practises the religion after the marriage, all of it is void? Essentially she is "bad" then and there is no redeeming her unless she ends the marriage? Is that right? Hmmm. This is too much I think I won't be able to sleep tonight and I bet Sadikin feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all actors were great, script was so clever. But it left me feeling sad because as much as it was a success, it was a play and not a film. There can only be one Yasmin Ahmad and it is such a huge loss to not be able to enjoy her films, think about her thought-provoking points of view. Gone too soon indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is sad 99% of my friends have never watched her films. Please Please Please watch her films, starting from Sepet. It's less "heavy" because it's a love story that touches on cultural more than religious issues and after watching it you would naturally want to watch Gubra to know what happens to Jason. In Gubra she introduces the religious elements with the story of the imam and prostitute with controversial scenes like the imam patting a dog. And then move on to Muallaf which is a bit more "religious" though the focus is still on love, family, humanity etc. Srzly watch please ): The films are not even in Malay. I would say 40% malay, 30% english and 30% Cantonese and the malay parts are mixed with english lor. Watch and join the club which currently consists of me and Sadikin only. We need friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-26703683347157008?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/26703683347157008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=26703683347157008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/26703683347157008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/26703683347157008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/12/nadirah-was-good-i-thoroughly-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4544800208101345895</id><published>2009-12-13T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:38:47.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no see I will talk about PROM hahahha how tak basi am I but srzly need to record this so I remember Not To Go For Prom Or Similar Events because semestinya I am not a people person and neither are my friends so we all had quite a miserable time there. Come to think of it only one of us really wanted to go, quite funny how we all ended up going eh. Anyway I think part of the reason we didn't have a good time was because we weren't seated together? The story goes like this. A few kids really wanted to go for prom, the rest of us quite indifferent and while waiting to settle a class table, some classmates thought nobody was going so they ran off to create tables with their own friends. So the rest of us couldnt form a full table because people either didn't want to go or have already formed tables with other people. But since some junior PROMISED us that she wouldn't separate us we said yea ok whatever. Of course juniors cannot be trusted and we were separated anyway. Funny thing is most of the people who didn't want to go were there anyway so we actually could've formed a table. Can you tell that my class has no communication problems whatsoever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway I was seated with Jill and the only other person I knew at the table was Zhiyi and the rest were strange boys. It was weird. Barbie and Dee left mega early because Barbie had eye trouble so they went back to our room. After awhile Jill wanted to leave too and then she disappeared and I couldn't possibly stay at that table because Zhiyi disappeared too so Nurul Amelia and I roamed around outside the ballroom waiting for people we knew to appear so that we could take picture but after awhile couldn't take it so we joined the rest at the hotel room. Told you we are not people people. It was barely halfway through the actual prom I think? After Seng Henk and Cherie's performance. I felt really bad for leaving because I felt rude(?) and damn wasted cos I paid to be there? The food was damn good btw that was the only saviour. Since I barely had anyone to talk to at the table I ate. :D I like food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the hotel room the kids went to change and drink their prom woes away at the hotel bar (miserable see) while Nurul and I stayed in the room. Nothing beats lazing around on a comfy bed. I like lazing around. Miff joined us later (she stayed for the entire prom) and soon the kids came back (Jill quite tipsy but then again even without alchohol she is not quite sane) and we went to watch New Moon hahahhaha it was very dramatic we mistakenly took the long way round to get to City Hall (we wanted to take underpass to Marina) and we were already late and then we discovered that the underpass was closed so we hailed 2 cabs (yea from Swissotel to Marina Square) and when we finally got there the ads were playing and they played for so damn long like hello anticlimatic. New Moon was Extremely entertaining (for all the wrong reasons) I totally loved it. Oh yes before that Jill and Barbie had time to buy some vodka from 7-11. My friends are alchoholics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got back Barbie plopped on the bed and started snoring while the rest of us talked/watched tv/bathed/ate some more. By 5+am everyone was asleep except Nurul Jill and I. Suddenly Nurul said eh I'm quite sleepy then Jill said yea me too and 2 secs later when I looked at them they were both asleep. So I was alone and couldn't and didn't sleep at all D: So yes that is our story as you can see we are not very happening people at all. Like Jill said we should have just booked the room, eaten at Carousel and go do our own things instead of attending prom. If we wanted to take pictures we could've crashed (hello Dian Irshah Nabilah Nat Yingqi and many more). I blame peer pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news I reorganized my laptop recently and instead of posting prom pictures (overload on Fb amirrite my friends) I will post pictures of cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414688065040258002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTWG15Fk9I/AAAAAAAABM8/SotshZrqtU8/s320/78b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us obviously looking way cool but I think Dian a tad cooler than the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414688883547560306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTW2fEb2XI/AAAAAAAABNE/hA94sbr_coI/s320/IMG_1649-.JPG" /&gt;Arina looking cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTZQIfpAQI/AAAAAAAABNc/QUQf7JjyomE/s1600-h/DSC00314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414691523187507458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTZQIfpAQI/AAAAAAAABNc/QUQf7JjyomE/s320/DSC00314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai and Nad looking cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTZ5h6pGJI/AAAAAAAABNk/JC4sTUnj5Ug/s1600-h/25042008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414692234386282642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTZ5h6pGJI/AAAAAAAABNk/JC4sTUnj5Ug/s320/25042008(004).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadikin oozing coolness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTb58NYQoI/AAAAAAAABNs/EbrOPHGS7tw/s1600-h/Photo468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414694440467448450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTb58NYQoI/AAAAAAAABNs/EbrOPHGS7tw/s320/Photo468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brighty emulating a Very Cool Person (I really should show him this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTdZWgQLyI/AAAAAAAABN0/eVLkI5kqxE8/s1600-h/DSC02768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414696079613505314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTdZWgQLyI/AAAAAAAABN0/eVLkI5kqxE8/s320/DSC02768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And finally, Ame looks relatively normal here but I look mega cool wassup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4544800208101345895?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4544800208101345895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4544800208101345895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4544800208101345895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4544800208101345895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time-no-see-i-will-talk-about-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SyTWG15Fk9I/AAAAAAAABM8/SotshZrqtU8/s72-c/78b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-641907437516034183</id><published>2009-12-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:44:57.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before school ended I always thought about the things I'd miss and how I would list them all out just so I would remember but honestly I don't really miss anything yes I feel useless and bored out of my mind but it's not about missing school it's about finding the right things to do with the time I have now which is actually harder than it sounds because right now I feel like I am going to rot and deplete my bank account for the next few months but anyway is it weird that I hope I start missing school soon because I think that is the normal thing to feel but then again since when was I normal hmm that's opening a whole other can of worms so let's not go there let's go to Copenhagen where everybody is tall blonde and happy and they do things based on interest and not based on pay or prestige because the more prestigious your job or the higher your pay, the higher your taxes so people are contented having what we deem "mediocre" jobs and they get paid to go to college and free healthcare and the houses are really neat and clean and the bread super yummy (says Oprah) hmm who wants to go Denmark with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-641907437516034183?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/641907437516034183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=641907437516034183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/641907437516034183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/641907437516034183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-school-ended-i-always-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8826259404497285146</id><published>2009-11-24T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:19:37.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So A levels have been really gruelling but enlightening too. I have learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just because you don't feel stressed doesn't mean you're not. Other than the stupz panic attack before the first paper I actually felt relatively calm for the rest? And I thought that I wasn't stressed but the pimples hair loss and weight gain obviously prove me wrong. Nobody told me it would physically degenerate my body ): And it's subconscious like I don't feel hungry or anything but just to take a break from stupid studying I would somehow find myself in the kitchen looking for food and it doesn't help that my mum seems to keep replenishing the chocolate supply in the fridge. Really depressing. And even though I don't Feel stressed even during the papers themselves, it is translated in my papers. Like I don't feel very pressured or anything but I can't think straight and I tend to not finish organising my thoughts before I start writing which is mega mega bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am a coward. I am afraid to try things that I am not used to. Like for econs even if a globalisation question or oil question is easy I wouldn't do it because I am not confortable and I'm scared to try even though I did study the topics. Cowardly like that. Which led me to do the Othello essay instead of context even though the context was SO OBVIOUSLY the easier choice and in fact I kinda anticipated it but because I don't usually do context I stuck to the essay which I totally regretted at that time and whined like hell (leading my dear classmate to make that srjc comment). In retrospect I don't regret it anymore I mean everything happens for a reason and there must be some warped reason my brain decided to pick the harder question. So for the next lit paper (ie today's) I learnt my lesson and decided that I will be brave. And I was! :D I usually do poem for Renaissance unseen because the dramas always seem too long with too many words and I'm always scared that by the time I analyse it I won't have enough time to write. But this time I did drama instead of poem even though some people are saying that the poem was the easier choice but I'm really proud of myself for picking something I don't usually do and felt really good about it. Even though it was a weird drama because it wasn't a revenge tragedy (No one believed me when I said the drama could be a comedy!!!) but yea I'm glad I chose it. I know this is like such a trivial matter but I'm really happy it's a small step in getting rid of my cowardly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my excitement today I forgot to bring my jacket, almost forgot my pencil case (this happens to me for almost every paper), forgot to bring notes/books that I'm supposed to return cikgu and left my books in my locker. Macam damn excited so grabbed my bag and dumped my texts in my locker without thinking about when the hell I'm going to collect my books. As much as I thought I didn't want to keep the Lit texts I actually kinda do haha sentimental konon. I love Lit. So I have to return someday before they decide to clear our lockers? And to return cikgu's stuff. Spoiler sia. In the meantime GOODBYE RJ YOU HAVE NOT BEEN GOOD TO ME GOODBYE GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8826259404497285146?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8826259404497285146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8826259404497285146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8826259404497285146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8826259404497285146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-levels-have-been-really-gruelling.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-5993632060743600027</id><published>2009-11-20T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:20:45.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SwalfO7YCCI/AAAAAAAABMs/07Ph3_4vBv8/s1600/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406190358706522146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SwalfO7YCCI/AAAAAAAABMs/07Ph3_4vBv8/s320/DSC00501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SwakccLGCCI/AAAAAAAABMk/SnYzldbq0AM/s1600/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406189211210876962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SwakccLGCCI/AAAAAAAABMk/SnYzldbq0AM/s320/DSC00504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited kepe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-5993632060743600027?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/5993632060743600027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=5993632060743600027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5993632060743600027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5993632060743600027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-this-down-to-this-excited-kepe.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SwalfO7YCCI/AAAAAAAABMs/07Ph3_4vBv8/s72-c/DSC00501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-3480878582306457351</id><published>2009-11-18T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:24:05.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEAR CAMBRIDGE PLEASE ACCEPT CONSUMPTION AS AN INJECTION PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ON MY KNEES AND EVERYTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-3480878582306457351?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/3480878582306457351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=3480878582306457351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3480878582306457351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3480878582306457351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-cambridge-please-accept.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-9073429603044748587</id><published>2009-11-18T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:16:39.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today someone asked me if I'm Malay and whether Islam is a god.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday someone said don't worry la think about all the srjc kids. We sure A one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just WHAT is wrong with the people in this school. If someone reading this is from srjc I apologise on his behalf he's just an idiot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-9073429603044748587?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/9073429603044748587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=9073429603044748587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/9073429603044748587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/9073429603044748587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-someone-asked-me-if-im-malay-and.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4907064542862274654</id><published>2009-11-02T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:48:50.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured sitting for my first A level paper is momentous enough to warrant an entry so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn volatile yesterday like for a few hours I was damn zen then panic then zen then panic. I went to bed feeling zen but my brain apparently didn't agree with my heart because it was on overoverovertime and I only woke up like 2894834828242267 times throughout the night with random malay words swirling in my head and at some point random poems because my brain decided oh let's switch to Lit now. So I was super sleepy (but still zen) by the time I woke up. I was zen on the way to school too until Diah texted me about how nervous she was and that was when I had a major panic attack haha I know damn drama I can't wait to look back on this and laugh (right now can't quite laugh yet cos I don't find myself That ridic yet). There I was almost hyperventilating in the bus haha I swear it was the most nervous I've been in my entire life. It was like the moments before a bahas final, only 100 times worse. Like I was trembling and my heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. When I got to school I went to the wishing well in hopes of finding familiar faces that could offer some semblance of comfort and lo and behold there were Nat Yingqi and Christina thank god. The other two soon disappeared so I stayed with Yq for like half hour or so and she thankfully distracted me with her Lit SAT stuff and offered me precious Lakerol and finally I could breathe and function like a normal person. I hadn't eaten at all and was planning to grab something in school but decided against it in case I puked which seemed quite likely to happen. So my stomach was growling like an vicious bulldog (are there friendly/cute/happy bulldogs?) throughout. So anyway I was back to being calm right but my brain again refused to work with my heart and I had to open my locker 3 or 4 times because I kept forgetting things like jacket and entry proof and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point you might have realised I haven't mentioned anything about the paper and I am not going to because it is against my principles. Chey. Not really because I kinda ranted to Kak Mai a bit but other than that my motto for A levels is Jangan Pandang Belakang. That's why I kinda wish I had a paper tomorrow so it's easier for me to stop thinking about today's paper. But kinda only la. Anyway my second motto for A levels is Do Not Underestimate The Bell Curve. Which is related to the first motto because ultimately The Bell Curve determines what grade you get so there is no use thinking about how you did right. Even if you think YES DAMN HAPPY EVERYTHING I STUDIED CAME OUT, for all you know eveybody in Singapore is thinking the same thing and you will actually get a lousy grade. And the reverse might be true even if you think OMG I SCREWED UP TTM. So... Just study and pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I said I wasn't going to talk about the paper but actually I meant that I wasn't going to talk about how I did or felt about it. -start rant- Can I just say that it is very mean to have things like "jenayah yang melibatkan ugutan dan perampasan harta milik orang lain" and "pecah masuk rumah dan jenayah dan bersangkutan" in the alih teks. The former is Ten words and the latter seven. By the time I make a point I would have used up half of the word count or something. Menyusahkan orang can. - end rant-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dah bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4907064542862274654?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4907064542862274654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4907064542862274654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4907064542862274654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4907064542862274654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-figured-sitting-for-my-first-level.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4213243316884031455</id><published>2009-10-02T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:36:01.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First A level paper is in exactly one month. Goodbye see you on 24th November. (CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4213243316884031455?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4213243316884031455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4213243316884031455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4213243316884031455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4213243316884031455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-level-paper-is-in-exactly-one.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-3469965553479858742</id><published>2009-09-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:18:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After two long days of walking for around 10 hours each, I GOT MY PROM DRESS!!!!! Happy gils nak mamps! My heart quite pain cos still ex in my view though cheaper than the River Island one but I love it much more and believe that I will really rewear it in future. Plus if you add up the amount I spent on prom in sec4 it is around the same as my dress? And I am not buying shoes or clutch so quite ok mah. Yea I am trying to assuage my guilt. Zhiyi and Nu got their dresses too so today was a good day! I know Dee damn sian and fedup with our indecisiveness and pickiness heheh but she followed us around anyway thank youuuuuu. And thank you Jill whose membership cards saved me 15 bucks off my dress and 10 bucks off my bracelet you are my saviourrrrr. Not that they will read this but wellzzzz. Penat gils ok no more spending and I will start studying soon. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-3469965553479858742?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/3469965553479858742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=3469965553479858742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3469965553479858742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3469965553479858742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-two-long-days-of-walking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4641001003407627305</id><published>2009-09-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:07:01.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really sad that I went to get a haircut ): So much for reaching my goal of boob-length hair. Since my hair was so gross and damaged I figured it was time for a haricut considering the last time I went was Feb-ish. Figured I'd get a trim, maybe a bit of layering but the place I usually go to is goneee so I went to a random place buttttt the person hardly spoke english and despite saying A BIT complete with hand gestures and all she chopped off a lot anyway now I look (more) hideous (than before) and I will have ugly hair at prom ugh. Plus an ugly dress because I cannot afford that perfect dress ugh ugh. If Dee is getting extensions maybe I'll get extensions too? Or get another haircut and make it shorter instead of this dunnowhat length and shape. ORRRR go all out and get Fathin's hair so I can sneak into mediacorp and get all the free stuff. Yes/no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some FAST shampoo and conditioner. Will I get boob length hair by prom? Hmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4641001003407627305?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4641001003407627305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4641001003407627305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4641001003407627305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4641001003407627305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-really-sad-that-i-went-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8802507145834807334</id><published>2009-09-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:22:23.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOD. I OPENED THE STORE DOOR TO TAKE SOMETHING AND IT WAS DARK AND I FELT SOMETHING ON MY FOOT AND I LOOKED DOWN AND IT WAS A FUCKING LIZARD I SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER AND FELT LIKE CUTTING MY FOOT OFF OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now but it was bloody bloody gross worse experience of my life. So anyway prelims are O to the V to the E to the R!!!! Excited nak mamps now I am free like the Burung-burung Di Puncak Gunung (hahahhaha) even though it was so screwed up but like Ikram who fails term tests but emerges as top SPM student, I will emerge as top A level student. Macam betol. And I will stop with the malay lit references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol is like my favourite guilty pleasure it is so fun to watch! And I love the Fathin girl (partly because I love all the songs she sings) but I really don't think she looks like me. Where got sia. I like Duane too he is so funny. Ok they are both totally younger than me. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah ah excited gils besok shopping! Damn stressed about prom what to wear where to buy ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8802507145834807334?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8802507145834807334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8802507145834807334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8802507145834807334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8802507145834807334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2870036982746766825</id><published>2009-09-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:37:57.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today I discovered my relatives think I am all set to be a lawyer. Ho ho ho more people to disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2870036982746766825?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2870036982746766825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2870036982746766825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2870036982746766825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2870036982746766825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-i-discovered-my-relatives.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2969208618726368732</id><published>2009-09-18T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:14:20.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are the chances of getting A/B for econs at Alevels if I get U for prelims?&lt;br /&gt;Case study fail+essay fail = Alevels fail = A very sad Maryam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2969208618726368732?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2969208618726368732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2969208618726368732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2969208618726368732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2969208618726368732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-chances-of-getting-ab-for.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4564462922878207886</id><published>2009-09-16T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:40:05.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit was.... Okay(????) I did essays for both Othello and Pnp because I looked at the context passages and aiyo so many words la dey where got time to read. So I didn't. But the essay questions were crafted in such a way that there was a gajillion things for you to address and I didn't have time to write half the things I intended to. PC was klakar nak mampos because I didn't understand any of the 4 poems. It wasn't a matter of picking the pair that I understood more because really I had no clue what ANY of them were about so I just picked the pair that I thought I could crap about more. A depressing situation really but I am more amused (and slightly embarrassed) than anything at the shit I managed to write. Baik ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4564462922878207886?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4564462922878207886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4564462922878207886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4564462922878207886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4564462922878207886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/lit-was.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4736030232864427300</id><published>2009-09-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:03:19.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't watch VMAs yesterday but I watched snippets on youtube and oh my god what the hell is wrong with Kanye?!??!?! Seriously, WHAT?! I've always kinda liked him but oh my god what a rude and disrespectful man. If you're not happy she won go discuss it your friends or something you don't go onstage and take the bloody mic away from her. Poor Taylor if I were her I would've punched him. Ok no I would have burst out crying. And thumbs up to Beyonce for letting Taylor have her moment after that. I am a Beyonce fan now haha she is so nice! And thumbs up to Taylor's song to Kanye hehehe I am really too lazy to post it but nah &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63KCH_q3pqA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63KCH_q3pqA&lt;/a&gt; watch it quite funny. Pats Taylor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4736030232864427300?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4736030232864427300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4736030232864427300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4736030232864427300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4736030232864427300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-watch-vmas-yesterday-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1034927900429622835</id><published>2009-09-14T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:28:26.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malay was okay, math was bad. I was feeling bleh after math and the teacher just had to make a bunch of us stand and announced that we were sitting in the wrong seats. UPSET. The whole of 1D was sitting in the wrong seats. Until now I don't understand why. CORRECT WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Maryam,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been back to Facebook recently. You have received notifications while you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN DID I GET FB?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Omg must've been like 5 years ago when fb was ~the in thing~ and I created one for the heck of it. I used it for 2 secs and deleted it. Or so I thought. APPARENTLY NOT. Whuttt. I've deactivated it but kinda feel like getting one soon. After A levels maybe. But it's so tiring, the whole uploading photos and updating profile and socialising thing. Not for hermits like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to find a way to pull up my Lit grades now. They are as stagnant as the reservoir opposite my house. SIMILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1034927900429622835?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1034927900429622835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1034927900429622835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1034927900429622835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1034927900429622835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/malay-was-okay-math-was-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8689190352528383563</id><published>2009-09-11T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:02:03.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I study on my bed. Which means I am perpetually hunched over (because I am perpetually studying, naturally). Back is aching like mad ): Now I understand why tyq was so restless when she crashed ma hood. Also, I have a thing for buying highlighters now. Kinder and stickers are so yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8689190352528383563?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8689190352528383563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8689190352528383563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8689190352528383563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8689190352528383563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-i-study-on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8973689601597800066</id><published>2009-09-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:38:50.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are not going well. I screwed myself for gp by doing a geogish question without realising it. Good job. Paper 2 was ok-ish though I'm going to get zero for vocab. Econs was as wtf as tj 08 prelim paper. Econs and me do not get along. I get these things that I call EAA(econs anxiety attack). Like I had nightmares about the paper and could barely sleep, plus none of the things in my nightmare even came out?! And even during the micro case study I had EAA cos I was at the last question but like I was taking too long so I rushed and my answer was so shit. And then macro was even more wtf because I couldn't do anything because I didn't study TOT, like at all. Again good job. At least I had enough sense to do the 10m question first? Even that was screwed up because again, EAA because I was totally running out of time. So yes, no way I am passing econs. I really x420582482 need to do well for essays, which I seem to be a TAD better at? Really can't analyse data and numbers, unlike Husena the future statistician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick too ): Flu has been on-off since last week but ok enough to sit for papers. On thursday morning I was feeling so so woozy though but my temp was ok and I looked ok to everyone even though totally felt like fainting so just sat for the paper. Depressed after that so went home to sleep and then went for tuition in my woozy state. Went to see doc after buka and apparently I didn't have fever though I felt like I did. Woke up yesterday morning feeling more bleh than ever but dragged myself to lit lecture anyway. Slept when I got home and when I woke up I was burrrrning so mum went to ice my forehead and neck (yea such a baby). After all the icing my temp was 38 tsk so all I've been doing is eating and sleeping. Finally decided to sacrifice one day of fasting to eat medication regularly so hopefully I can do some productive studying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago one of my uncles passed on, and yesterday an aunt was hospitalised. Admittedly not very close to them but it's still sad. This Ramadhan doesn't really feel like Ramadhan, which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this has been tiring I'm going to sleep now goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8973689601597800066?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8973689601597800066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8973689601597800066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8973689601597800066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8973689601597800066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/09/prelims-are-not-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8888474920196752024</id><published>2009-08-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:20:03.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in a particularly pensive mood last night which drove me crazy and I couldn't sleep. I think I think too much. I also think (or actually know) that I am a person who tends to hold on to the past and doesn't know how to let go. Like when everyone has moved on from the loss of MJ and Yasmin Ahmad, I am still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bahas. Or actually I miss Brighty. I don't just miss speaking, I miss speaking With brighty, even though I was a horrendous debator. I can safely say that I don't regret not joining this year (and I think Sheila agrees?). Call me stubborn or demanding or unreasonable for not giving another team a try but it's just not the same (apart from other reasons). 08 was a miserable bahas year on many levels, for many reasons. And the only way to alleviate the misery this year was if brighty was brighty. But brighty could not be brighty so here we are. I miss taking turns trooping down to Fareast to buy dinner, I miss dreading Cikgu and Kak Guy's arrival, I miss waiting for pantuns with such anticipation and reciting them horrendously, I miss writing scripts and getting confused between Sheila's and mine, I miss seeing Kak Guy flirt with Soff and vice versa, I miss singing (Ella ella eh eh eh) dancing gossiping in Malay room, I miss getting scolded battered crushed, I miss having to repeat my pantun 849032740275 times only to get thrown out before even finishing my opening sentence, I miss crying together like losers, I miss sitting down at the school carpark looking up at the sky waiting for Cikgu to drive up to the foyer, I miss having the whole school to ourselves at night, I miss Cikgu's car rides home and yea I think you get the point. If brighty back then, the 4 stuttering kids who barely made it through prelims, could conquer bahas in 07, brighty in 09 could have conquered the world. But well it wasn't meant to be. (Come to think of it the 07 teams have taken turns to become champions. Brighty 07, half of TA 07 that made up TJ last year, and half of the Aljunied team this year.) So anyway. My point is that I live in the past, as you can see. I don't know if any of brighty even think about it anymore because everyone has moved on and it has become no big deal but sometimes I wonder what it could have been like. We were the Perfect team, not in the sense that we are perfect la obviously but that we were perfect together. 08 was so... different, to say the least. Though in all fairness I don't regret 08. I only have 1 regret in this whole bahas journey but that is a non-issue. So bahas and me, we used to be quite tight but I think we've fallen out quite a bit. But I still miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving on and such, I miss my batchmates. We might not have been ultra mega tight in rg but we were quite, no? And at least our paths would inevitably cross in malay class or malay room or the tree in front of Block J during rhd(even Adilah!). But now everyone has just gone their separate ways and other than the occasional hi and bye along the corridors we don't meet or talk. I know everyone has new lives new classes new friends but do the old ones become invisible? The junior batch 2 times our size is 10 times more together. I think after rg it feels like everyone hopped on a bullet train to rj while my stupid defective ezlink card won't let me through the tappy-tappy thing (I TOTALLY KNOW WHAT IT IS CALLED OK I JUST CAN'T THINK OF IT NOW) so I am still stuck here. But I also believe on some level maybe I subconsciously destroyed my ezlink so I can't get on the train because like I said, I live in the past and I try to hold on to it. Which is obviously utter nonsense but by the time I realise that and actually want to get on the damn train, my card is irreparable. So... now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss primary school too (I know, this is the Ultimate living in the past). Although my face specs hair and uniform were ugly with the coolio high socks and ridiculously long skirt (I'm quite tempted to post a picture but I think I should salvage whatever dignity I have), I was happy. I think I knew I was damn uncool but it didn't matter. I smiled and laughed and jumped and skipped all the time. Now I frown and snap at people and even when I am happy it is purely external and not internal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started questioning what is the big deal about A levels (yea what an eventful night). Aside from the fact that I will be judged and looked down upon (GASP DISGRACEFUL RJ GIRL WHO DIDN'T ATTAIN PERFECT SCORE), really what is the big deal? I don't have big dreams of attending Oxford or Cambridge because I am realistic and practical. Of course I will work hard and do my best but I think my family is contented with my getting into uni and getting a good job, and I don't need to get perfect scores for that do I? Of course everything's relative and if your idea of a good job is a neurosurgeon or something then all the best to you but I dunno man. Maybe the problem is that I'm not entirely sure what I want. Or if I have some idea of what I want, I have trouble picturing myself happily doing it in the long run. So maybe my dismissing The Big A is simply because I am a clueless underachiever. In any case, I say all this now but tomorrow or next week I might get a panic attack about a levels so just ignore whatever I said. Just breathe chillax work hard and que sera sera. The world is not going to end just because you don't get straight As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many more thoughts running through my head (running through my head, all the things she said) but I am tired good night selamat malam see you later alligator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8888474920196752024?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8888474920196752024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8888474920196752024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8888474920196752024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8888474920196752024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-in-particularly-pensive-mood-last.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2518887023279354323</id><published>2009-07-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:15:03.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CT: I see your econs and math grades are horribly disappointing. Do you all not try? Do you not understand what's happening in class? When I see all of you at the wishing well, what on earth are all of you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Class: Studying.&lt;br /&gt;CT: Study what?!&lt;br /&gt;Class: Math and econs.&lt;br /&gt;CT: Well ok then. You just have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people tend you assume you don't try just because you don't get good grades? I honestly think we are trying hard. Not hard enough to get good enough grades maybe, but as hard as we can.  This is life (or lack thereof) till December. All for what? For the 5 minutes that the Cambridge markers spend on each essay we write. Sad isn't it. It's not even August yet and I'm already starting to tire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2518887023279354323?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2518887023279354323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2518887023279354323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2518887023279354323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2518887023279354323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/07/ct-i-see-your-econs-and-math-grades-are.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1009720385979160506</id><published>2009-07-16T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:03:24.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A(not counted since I didn't sit for paper 1 in school)BBBD. Although I might get a heart attack if this was my a level resuls, I am quite contented for now. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do list (as a reminder of how doomed I am everytime I go online):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Personal leadership experience thing&lt;br /&gt;2. SGC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reread Othello&lt;br /&gt;4. Reread Pnp&lt;br /&gt;5. Sort out the barrage of pnp notes we received right before cts&lt;br /&gt;6. Reread Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;7. Reread Donne&lt;br /&gt;8. Read Herbert&lt;br /&gt;9. Practise PC essays&lt;br /&gt;10. Practise Renaissance unseen essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Reread Restu D: D: D: (i really really really don't want to do this but considering my Restu essays are always Da Bomb i.e 6/20 I think I have to)&lt;br /&gt;12. Reread all the cerpens/sajaks/drama&lt;br /&gt;13. Read BH everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be a kepo and listen during h2 math classes so I won't be so lost when h1 Finally teaches it&lt;br /&gt;15. Practise x4230948230480007&lt;br /&gt;16. Programme my brain to STOP MAKING STUPID MISTAKES UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go for tuition regularly and not whenever I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;18. One essay/case study per week? (Macam betul...)&lt;br /&gt;19. Listen during lectures since there is no time left and we haven't even started on globalisation plus I totally wasn't paying attention to international trade ugh how is it that every other jc has finished their econs syllabus huh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Read each Ksbull front to back 10 ten times (ok maybe 2 or 3)&lt;br /&gt;21. Read Time articles&lt;br /&gt;22. Watch news&lt;br /&gt;23. Do 32804857207502 summaries ugh 2.5/8 right so clever.&lt;br /&gt;24. Memorise the dictionary (kidding. i think.)&lt;br /&gt;25. Remember to not write stupid things like ON THE CONTRAST (i swear i meant to write contrary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-NOT-do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy online things on impulse&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy overpriced nonsense from 7-11&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep/breathe/shop/play/watch movies for the next 4 months&lt;br /&gt;4. Be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKKAU STRESS SIOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1009720385979160506?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1009720385979160506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1009720385979160506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1009720385979160506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1009720385979160506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/07/anot-counted-since-i-didnt-sit-for.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4009594578072425150</id><published>2009-07-09T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:44:04.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SlWtDM5lSiI/AAAAAAAABME/PzKP8a1Z8Sk/s1600-h/14a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356377602341030434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SlWtDM5lSiI/AAAAAAAABME/PzKP8a1Z8Sk/s320/14a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Dian (:&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't find an uglier picture I don't know where all my sec one photos are ):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4009594578072425150?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4009594578072425150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4009594578072425150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4009594578072425150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4009594578072425150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-dian-i-couldnt-find-uglier-picture-i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SlWtDM5lSiI/AAAAAAAABME/PzKP8a1Z8Sk/s72-c/14a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2480820157641250063</id><published>2009-07-04T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:34:56.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have lost the will to shop. Orchard the whole of today and I didn't buy anything worth buying. I bought stickers and folder and colour pencil I don't know why. I think I only like shopping online now but the problem is I cannot try things on and I hate feeling like my bank account is depleting (which is really the case) and I hate waiting for stuff to arrive and worrying that they may get lost in the mail and having my mum nag about how dangerous online shopping is whenever a parcel arrives. But I do it anyway because it's fun. Actual shopping doesn't work for me anymore and it kinda makes me sad. I am weird I know. Like how nobody understands why I am sad about MJ's death. Not like I am an avid fan but I really feel sad for him. He was like a tragic hero, a fallen star who only truly lived onstage and when he wasn't onstage he didn't know how to live. I know I am so macam paham but yea let me be. He should have had his comeback tour to redeem himself so people would remember him for the genius he was. I hope at least he is truly happy now wherever he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of touch with so many people (or just people in general. I am a recluse). Maybe I need facebook to get me back in touch hah but I will be such a noob when everyone else has been using it for the past 2930858923553 years so I won't bother. Like how I will be so noob and jakon taking the circle line now when most people use it like everyday so I won't bother haha I am weird. Actually most of the time I don't remember it exists because 59 ftw. But yesterday after malay (YES I SAT FOR IT EVEN THOUGH MY TEMP WAS 37.6. I told them i was rushing to school and the weather was hot so they made me rest and take again and it was 37.5 thank god if not I studied for nothing) as I was walking to the interchange I was thinking about how there should be a faster, sheltered way to get there without realising there is the circle line now. No wonder practically no one was walking in the hot sun. Smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I will miss school or not after a levels. I suppose like Nat said I will miss school in general but not rj in particular. Like maybe I will miss wearing uniform and having classrooms and even things like having assembly and pe(?!). But, I'd like to think my uni life will be so kickass that I won't miss jc life one bit. It will happen just watch me. But if it doesn't please don't laugh in my face because I will be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2480820157641250063?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2480820157641250063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2480820157641250063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2480820157641250063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2480820157641250063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-have-lost-will-to-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8169111113429975894</id><published>2009-06-30T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:55:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If Malay had only paper one I would be done with cts (like MIFFIE YOU LUCKY THING). Wouldn't that be nice. But no, when is life ever nice? Ok abeh angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning when we had to take out temperature mine was 35.9 like wow awesome. So sat for econs which was okay I think a lot of people will ace it good for them not good for me because comparatively my essays would suck (even more). But I think can improve and any improvement is fine because slow and steady wins the race beb. Afterwards wasted time away with Xtina who was trying to study art and Nat and Bob who were studying KI and rudely breaking me and Xtina's concentration by discussing what is beauty what is art and other unnecessarily confusing philosophical questions/theories. Bla bla time to go our separate ways for our different papers (not so separate, because our venues were along the same corridor but you get my drift) then had to take temperature and lo and behold mine was 37.6 which is the trigger temperature. Wah wah exciting stuff. The teachers were like whiperwhisperpointpoint to me and I was told to take it again. This time it was 37.7 and I was asked if I drank hot coffee before this(?!) and I said no and the teacher shook her head and told me I had to leave and not take the test. I was like gasp and reluctantly packed my stuff cos macam I was in the zone already and the teacher was like don't lie la I know you happy no need to sit for test. So I was shooed away to the dungeon (how apt) where I was greeted by staff in masks and I had to sit at the holding area and drink water and cool down before taking my temperature again. All I had to entertain myself was my pencil case, kamus and sweater since my stuff was in my locker and I wasn't allowed to move. Some time later took temperature again and it was 37.8 though I felt fine so I had to wear a mask(!!!) and the woman called mum to get her to fetch but she was uncontactable for the longest time so I just waited and waited and waited and was bored to death and started drawing a mental list of people I've been in close proximity with (you know, just in case). As you can see paranoia was setting in heh. They sent me my stuff from my locker and finally got my phone (thanks for entertaining me Sadikin!) and after a couple more hours of staring into blank space mum finally came and I was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home ate food ate medicine slept and hardly studied despite my two papers today. Half hoping temperature was still highish but it wasn't so I had to face the music. Math was okay though I forgot simple things that I shouldn't have forgotten but all I say is h1 math=best decision evah. Lit was baD (ha I am so subtle) but I tell myself that I didn't put in as much as effort as I would have liked so it's ok I am going to get the grade I deserve. My subconscience nags at me and asks me HOW IS THAT OKAY?! But I say, shut up and let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8169111113429975894?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8169111113429975894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8169111113429975894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8169111113429975894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8169111113429975894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-malay-had-only-paper-i-would-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-460365607323890899</id><published>2009-06-23T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:29:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I wish to find my purple kinder dinosaur so that when school reopens I will stop making 7-11 rich and my pockets empty&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish my heart and head could have a nice chat and my heart would agree to give in to my head at all times (in this regard)&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I was as tall as Xtina&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish I was as skinny as Nat&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish I was a better person/friend/daughter/student/muslim&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I was as smart as Haris/Haliim&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish to meet Aidil&lt;br /&gt;8. I wish people would stop forcing me to do things I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish 09 could have been a Brighty year&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish I was rich enough to satisfy my material needs/desires&lt;br /&gt;11. I wish I would start thinking/feeling/acting like an 18yr old&lt;br /&gt;12. I wish to hang out with Fatin (whom I met at bahas semis) whom I last saw in sec1?&lt;br /&gt;13. I wish for world peace&lt;br /&gt;14. I wish I was strong&lt;br /&gt;15. I wish I would stop expecting things from people&lt;br /&gt;16. I wish life now was what it was four years ago&lt;br /&gt;17. I wish there was something I could be proud of and make others proud of me&lt;br /&gt;18. I wish to have a pet unicorn/penguin&lt;br /&gt;19. I wish I was in another school (vj/tj or something like if Yingqi had stayed in vj and me and nat went to vj then we would've met and been frenz.)&lt;br /&gt;20. I wish to stop studying&lt;br /&gt;21. I wish to love and be loved&lt;br /&gt;22. I wish to visit all the wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;23. I wish I would stop judging/being judged&lt;br /&gt;24. I wish to keep a rainbow in my room&lt;br /&gt;25. I wish my ego wasn't so big&lt;br /&gt;26. I wish my hair would grow faster (i think. i'm not sure maybe i should cut it and wish it never grows?)&lt;br /&gt;27. I wish I had an amazing talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on but most of all, I wish I would stop wishing and start living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-460365607323890899?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/460365607323890899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=460365607323890899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/460365607323890899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/460365607323890899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-6157194900014138341</id><published>2009-06-17T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:06:31.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-6157194900014138341?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/6157194900014138341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=6157194900014138341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6157194900014138341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6157194900014138341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/06/four.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8460736044114093069</id><published>2009-06-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:57:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shutting down shutting down shut down down shut shut shut down down down shut down shut down. shut. down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8460736044114093069?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8460736044114093069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8460736044114093069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8460736044114093069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8460736044114093069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/06/shutting-down-shutting-down-shut-down.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-6143896177279475098</id><published>2009-06-10T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:19:57.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE RG KIDS ARE REVIVING SRI SATRIA. Ame and I went through shit in sec2 trying to stop the murder/avenge the death  but to no avail and suddenly four years later it is being revived?!! When we are gone?!! HOW are you all doing it. HOW HOW HOW. Who is teaching you songs and ragam and to play rebana and anak and ABANG JOE I MISS ABANG JOE (how come he has a name when no other instrument does?). Are you all singing the darah mengalir song?! (i've no idea who i'm talking to) I'M SO JEALOUS SERIUZLY I WANT TO BE IN RG. Another addition to my list of reasons for hating rj. Semangat satria kian menunu man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-6143896177279475098?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/6143896177279475098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=6143896177279475098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6143896177279475098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6143896177279475098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-someone-explain-to-me-how-rg-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4758904250382902087</id><published>2009-06-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:16:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After one whole week of hols I discovered I don't know where my gc is ): And I don't know shit about Pnp ): And I hate the feeling of guilt whenever I watch tv or go online or go out or EAT OR SLEEP OMG SAVE ME. fml (hur this is so overused now) ok what a senseless post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4758904250382902087?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4758904250382902087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4758904250382902087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4758904250382902087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4758904250382902087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-one-whole-week-of-hols-i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8033212513992836058</id><published>2009-05-31T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:21:43.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rproject was admittedly quite fun to watch heh a couple designs i LOVED but some were.... Yea anyway the place was hard to find and we got lost and it was so hot (weather. though a couple of people did fit this description...) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a lot of pictures because it was hot and we couldn't wait to run away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341995302658901602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKUbLbKBmI/AAAAAAAABLM/18T6cAIQ4-M/s320/P5311804.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341995479169033954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKUlc-c5uI/AAAAAAAABLU/kFd--iS7rVM/s320/P5311805.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341995692972626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKUx5dM0WI/AAAAAAAABLc/tFqwOEA_8Pc/s320/P5311808.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341996312570441506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKVV9o1LyI/AAAAAAAABLk/echsqGwwn1I/s320/P5311809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture veh funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Siddiq! I cheered for you okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Oh is it? Thanks thanks. So how was my walk? Nice or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Yea la damn hot la (slightly sarcastic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Alright man. See this is what I like about you (excited and not sensing the sarcasm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: You only like that I flatter you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Eh want to take picture with me? (oblivion ttm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: #$!)#*$... ah boleh la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341998872829452402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKXq_WJYHI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZIGDfzqWryc/s320/P5311810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, THIS:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999252048019234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKYBEC5fyI/AAAAAAAABL0/Tyrw_l-c6l4/s320/tigers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;IS NOW ILLEGAL. If you gave me money I would gladly buy new white/black based sportshoes but sorry I am poor so my tigers are staying. I mean they're grey, that's black AND white hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other other news, I came across this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342001884807153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKaaT1lx3I/AAAAAAAABL8/Ks0jexl86KY/s320/113998_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Damn cool seriuzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8033212513992836058?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8033212513992836058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8033212513992836058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8033212513992836058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8033212513992836058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/05/rproject-was-admittedly-quite-fun-to.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SiKUbLbKBmI/AAAAAAAABLM/18T6cAIQ4-M/s72-c/P5311804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-3395074522029411074</id><published>2009-05-27T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:12:59.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GP was bad. So bad in fact that the post-rugby rashes are back no kidding my arms are mega red. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-3395074522029411074?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/3395074522029411074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=3395074522029411074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3395074522029411074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3395074522029411074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/05/gp-was-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7853051430805190091</id><published>2009-05-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:29:13.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading Ame's blog makes me want to talk about how I found out the idol winner haha I am finding excuses to not study for GP or start on my lit assignment or anything productive like that. We were having break then Nurul received a call from Jill I think then she was all, it's okay you can tell me I want to know! And I was like NOOOOOOO and instinctively grabbed my phone to macam evacuate the area until it vibrated and without even having to open the message, my screen showed "Kris won Omg what the f" and I was like NOOOOOOOOO (because I didn't want to know, not because Kris won cos honestly I don't mind cos he is quite cute and I want to pat his head). It was quite amazing because somehow afterwards I didn't really hear people talking about it so technically I could have not found out till I got home and watched at 6pm. So THANKS FARHANAH. Sungguh tak perlu. Anyway though I think Adam is much more deserving I think Kris deserves more credit than he is getting la and he shouldn't have appeared so reluctant to accept the title (presumably because he thought Adam deserved it more?) like hello STAND TALL AND PROUD WOO okay one long para dedicated to American Idol what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I was at TWO match supports (out of the 4 that I've been to in my entire life) yes I know Bryan and Sadikin are super proud. Bball was heartstopping and heartbreaking but it was a good fight and fun to watch like wow skillz. And then rugby! First and last time watching a rugby match and it was confusing half the time we had no idea what was happening because we didn't know the rules yes we be cool like that. And it was so. Bloody. Scorching. Hot. God knows how they played without fainting. But Saiful was da bombz and omgzzz we beat AC that is like mega cool shitz because AC is Da Rugby Skool I was so excited like wow school spirit ttm pats self. Even Nat was singing the school song afterwards, that shows how exciting and awesome it was (let's ignore the fact that she also sang the AC school song along with them, the girl's a tad confused).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now random cheers are stuck in my head (Go Raffles go Raffles go, bring them down bring them down). K dah stoppit sey that's enough school spirit to last me the rest of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7853051430805190091?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7853051430805190091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7853051430805190091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7853051430805190091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7853051430805190091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/05/reading-ames-blog-makes-me-want-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1884184196013013199</id><published>2009-05-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:59:41.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sweetest most touching real life love story I know. God knows how many times we squealed and aww-ed and I teared at erm certain parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336711459460720898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sg_OzBnpqQI/AAAAAAAABKM/4WPnI5vkSLY/s320/DSCN9794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712345229644434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sg_PmlXa0pI/AAAAAAAABKU/9k-FB88x33A/s320/DSCN9822.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712839583289890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sg_QDW-g0iI/AAAAAAAABKc/KWkbEijMFk0/s320/DSCN9819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love how Razak (I don't know how else to refer to him heh who knew the name would stick after 3 years) looks so so so so happy and Kak Guy so so so so so Gorgeous (capital G!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336713620196784242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sg_Qwy_ReHI/AAAAAAAABKk/RopUVFvaSFU/s320/DSCN9842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congrats Kak Guy and Razak (: Happy ten years and here's to many more to come (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1884184196013013199?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1884184196013013199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1884184196013013199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1884184196013013199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1884184196013013199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweetest-most-touching-real-life-love.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sg_OzBnpqQI/AAAAAAAABKM/4WPnI5vkSLY/s72-c/DSCN9794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8400412345241797548</id><published>2009-05-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:43:29.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything there is to say about drama can be found in Sadikin's blog. Sadikin I'm sorry I had to abandon you to endure it alone at some parts but we're all in this together yes? *cue dance moves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job to everyone involved in drama especially the cast you guys are awesome and I will miss pracs and I think most of us are down with Drama Fever such that we find any excuse to recite random lines but it's okay weird is the new normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bahas. A lot. But it is not that simple. I may have a couple of regrets in life but this is not one of them; that I know for sure. 09 is a year of letting go of things (and people) I love no matter how painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss rg. Rj is not a nice place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8400412345241797548?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8400412345241797548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8400412345241797548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8400412345241797548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8400412345241797548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-there-is-to-say-about-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1046295478050195249</id><published>2009-05-02T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:48:08.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am vvvvv proud of Siti and Hanis :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the year I will learn how to play tepuk sepuluh on the rebana. Even if it means annoying Haliim to death with my complete lack of skillz which is worsened by short stubby powerless fingers. My malayness is at it's peak when I am with the rebana ha ha ha ha ha ha ha k sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1046295478050195249?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1046295478050195249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1046295478050195249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1046295478050195249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1046295478050195249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-vvvvv-proud-of-siti-and-hanis-d-by.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2532738460526374727</id><published>2009-04-25T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:10:19.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saiful: I only have 50 dollar note ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Abeh macam mana ni. Macam mana! MACAM MANA! MACAM MANAAA!&lt;br /&gt;S: ..... I pay you some other day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I need the money pa!&lt;br /&gt;S: ???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you've gone mad when you start inserting drama lines in daily conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2532738460526374727?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2532738460526374727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2532738460526374727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2532738460526374727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2532738460526374727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/04/saiful-i-only-have-50-dollar-note-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7129632913295493367</id><published>2009-04-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:50:20.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sex8tT7GhGI/AAAAAAAABKE/ML8b0Muk9_8/s1600-h/Poster_-_Pendinding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326769577156576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sex8tT7GhGI/AAAAAAAABKE/ML8b0Muk9_8/s320/Poster_-_Pendinding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam semangat eh.&lt;/div&gt;I don't think anyone reads this but anyway you can contact Husena at 96751374 (eh if you mind your number being on the www tell me hor) for tickets. COME OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Preview: Girl, kau nak DADA ayam ke PAHA ayam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7129632913295493367?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7129632913295493367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7129632913295493367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7129632913295493367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7129632913295493367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/04/macam-semangat-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/Sex8tT7GhGI/AAAAAAAABKE/ML8b0Muk9_8/s72-c/Poster_-_Pendinding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8547042175678672294</id><published>2009-04-12T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:44:32.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The best damn thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753609912788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SeHFs6aOJ-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/KVp-XtaU7eg/s320/P4111773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Does my camera suck or does my camera suck)&lt;br /&gt;(Kak Guy's face quite visible here what!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8547042175678672294?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8547042175678672294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8547042175678672294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8547042175678672294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8547042175678672294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-damn-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SeHFs6aOJ-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/KVp-XtaU7eg/s72-c/P4111773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7622499450126141780</id><published>2009-04-10T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:08:52.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've finally gotten back all my papers and most were okay none were great but gp and econs were vvvvvvvvvvv disappointing though gp much more than econs because I did such a duh question I know I could've written a much better essay. But whatevzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pw results were out too I'm so proud of my group :D Apparently highest percentage of distinctions ever, this setting of insane records has got to stop man what is with this school eventually there will be 100% distinctions for everything. Ridiculous. I only wish my class was one of the 430247832920 classes with all As but it's all good it's only pw come onnnnn. Such anxiety before results were out people were spilling food everywhere and whining and hyperventilating and screaming at each other cos everyone thinks if you don't get A means you are a failure BUT YOU ARE NOT tsk what has this school done to you. That's why I am starting a new school, RJC. Reservoir Junior College (Bedok). Anyway, they just had to let the science kids collect their results first so we had to endure all the YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS and I GOT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and piercing screams Nat and I were like fuck all of you shut up. Haha. But really why can't they let the Artz people go first we have way fewer classes what. But ok whatevs only pw results and there was so much chaos I totally can't imagine A levels people better get the hell out before screaming about their perfect scores or else I will chop all of them up and bake them into cake a la Titus Andronicus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't wait to explore Tampines 1! Tampines is Da Bombz now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7622499450126141780?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7622499450126141780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7622499450126141780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7622499450126141780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7622499450126141780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-ive-finally-gotten-back-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1766911236952233351</id><published>2009-04-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:43:16.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've said this before but I generally cannot stand people who say bad things about rg/rj. I know, how ironic. But I have the right to talk bad about my school because it is MY school and I know what goes on in there so I know what I'm talking about (most of the time). It's like how only I can pick on my little sister (assuming I have one) because she is MY little sister and you can't because she's not yours. And yes I suppose there are some assholes in the school and some stereotypes are true but seriously if you are going to look down on the people in my school just because you think we think mugging is "cool" and think that my school has more assholes than any other schools just because you had an unpleasant encounter with TWO of them, then I have nothing to say. Like my encounter with this malay woman who was sitting behind me on the bus and she was telling her husband rg will actually make kids turn out more screwed up than normal so they are much much better off in a school like school X. She then went to substantiate her argument by providing an anecdote about someone who knew someone who knew someone's daughter who was from rg and wasted her life away in that school. It doesn't take much for one to realise that in any school there will Always be the "screwups" (for lack of a better word sorry my engrish not veh good) but is it fair to base your judgements/opinions on these select few? Granted, rg/rj are not perfect (don't get me started on this) but I think these institutions have done a fairly good job over the years and deserve Some credit for churning out some amazing people. Again, not saying that other schools don't because obviously they do but aiya this is why I don't do well for gp my argument has no head or tail but my point is that don't diss something/someone you hardly know anything about. Ok I do this sometimes la but at least I will do it behind the person's back and not to his/her face hahahhaa ok this has officially become total crap sorry bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1766911236952233351?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1766911236952233351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1766911236952233351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1766911236952233351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1766911236952233351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-if-ive-said-this-before-but.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4917885822378557295</id><published>2009-04-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:42:14.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most people don't think I have a heart or can feel. The truth is I probably feel much more than anyone can imagine. Most people also think I don't understand or care. The truth is I do, much more than you think. So you see, no one really knows me at all. I don't know what this is referring to specifically and I don't know why the need to say it now. Actually come to think of it I don't know myself either. To be or not to be, that is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4917885822378557295?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4917885822378557295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4917885822378557295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4917885822378557295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4917885822378557295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-people-dont-think-i-have-heart-or.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-981586840219578668</id><published>2009-03-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:33:59.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alexis ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I fell up the stairs (yes, UP) near my house and busted my thumb on the very sharp edge of one of the steps so the flesh beside my nail tore(?) and started bleeding but blood didn't flow out it all clotted under my nail so now 12 hours later my thumb is swollen the nail looks dirty but it's not dirt it's ugly brown dried up blood under the nail. And after that I almost fell up the stairs Again, at a different location. Great job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-981586840219578668?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/981586840219578668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=981586840219578668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/981586840219578668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/981586840219578668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexis-anyway-today-i-fell-up-stairs.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-227359107852340188</id><published>2009-02-23T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:08:53.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I be worried that I have the tendency to spend any incoming money? Boggle money is half gone. Does this mean that I will spend half of my first pay. How to save up for my Jag ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, napfa is next week ): I am going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other news, MEGAN FOX IS A MAN?! &lt;a href="http://weeklyworldnews.com/celebs/4783/megan-fox-is-a-man/"&gt;http://weeklyworldnews.com/celebs/4783/megan-fox-is-a-man/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-227359107852340188?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/227359107852340188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=227359107852340188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/227359107852340188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/227359107852340188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-i-be-worried-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1532774279336716535</id><published>2009-02-19T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:41:35.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICA ANOOP FOR WILDCARD PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1532774279336716535?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1532774279336716535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1532774279336716535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1532774279336716535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1532774279336716535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-wrong-with-america-anoop-for.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7562432436463930376</id><published>2009-02-07T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:09:19.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take 5 was... Ok lor quite fun and beats lessons anytime. But I didn't exactly walk around till after the whole thing was over (and the bouncy castle was gone ):) because it's so hard to get away from the stage cos I wanted to watch Chris and Nabil and FNDS (insert appropriate symbols, I don't know what they are haha) and The First Two Tables At the Canteen (sorry I can't remember/don't know your name) and Farhanah and well basically almost everyone. Our exco meeting kept getting disrupted even after Talentime cos we wanted to watch Mr Siva (I NEVER KNEW HE IS RAI FROM JACK AND RAI HOW COME NO ONE EVER TOLD ME). I am using excessive parentheses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726069974415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxoyA-zuPI/AAAAAAAABHU/rCMq7TlmndA/s320/P2061673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris was first and she was awesome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727298004800434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxp5fwEU7I/AAAAAAAABHc/ODm66UsSOKY/s320/P2061679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299727733765948850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxqS3FnxbI/AAAAAAAABHk/HxNF1xNpR_I/s320/P2061687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nabil, with Miffie on keyboards. He was Brilliant. Respek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299728079011643170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxqm9Om_yI/AAAAAAAABHs/DmMzhnUDJDk/s320/P2061695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took videos of Chris and Nabil BUT because my intelligence is out-of-this-world, I took them portrait instead of landscape without realising that videos can't be rotated. And, you can see the guy sitting in front of me more clearly than the people on stage. Not cool. But the sound is not bad though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The First Two Tables At the Canteen were quite funny at some parts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299729845155317522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxsNwoExxI/AAAAAAAABH0/3ojRGFTrWiY/s320/P2061702.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299730018699731074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxsX3ISYII/AAAAAAAABH8/ogGx5ngBIoI/s320/P2061704.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munir was funny! And I loved the part about the pullup bars at the canteen. How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731003358329794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxtRLRMO8I/AAAAAAAABIE/rEN18sECMRQ/s320/P2061715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731193901566146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxtcRGPSMI/AAAAAAAABIM/Y2yYQ9y8BSU/s320/P2061710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FNDS!#% whom I think deserved to win ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731983533486242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxuKOtKMKI/AAAAAAAABIU/sJFLLkTDw9M/s320/P2061719.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299732685653384066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxuzGTlm4I/AAAAAAAABIc/E2g9MGmNs0E/s320/P2061721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knights of Sowdenia + Farhanahhhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300342402274965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6ZVRuKNrI/AAAAAAAABIk/AjhsSEklcW4/s320/P2060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300343082384086690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6Z83Uz1qI/AAAAAAAABIs/pOl-zW7TkPk/s320/P2060010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344552555019122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6bScI3-3I/AAAAAAAABI8/wox1C9XoN8M/s320/P2060018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300345136139762546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6b0aKUe3I/AAAAAAAABJE/oaO1YPw0l_o/s320/P2061726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300345822340126914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6ccWdPGMI/AAAAAAAABJM/jy1_h8rM-CI/s320/P2061731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300346254132195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6c1fAfMNI/AAAAAAAABJU/TxPxvLgcTw0/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mcs orientation the next day. The exco had lunch at Pastamania (thank you Dr R!) and played cards at Marina Bay and stoned at barrage waiting for the teams to arrive heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300347871411496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6eTn165wI/AAAAAAAABJc/yGtJvp5jtIg/s320/P2070033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girl who took this picture is not very smart at all. She took SO LONG to take the picture, then it was blur so told her to take it again. Just realised that in Both pictures, she cut Naz out. Stupz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300349105539852514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6fbdVDKOI/AAAAAAAABJk/mFZTDCx4mS4/s320/P2070073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300349722942871074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SY6f_ZVZliI/AAAAAAAABJs/BQEf0FXuCc0/s320/P2070074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is there school on Monday T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7562432436463930376?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7562432436463930376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7562432436463930376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7562432436463930376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7562432436463930376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-5-was.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYxoyA-zuPI/AAAAAAAABHU/rCMq7TlmndA/s72-c/P2061673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4682369311272251696</id><published>2009-02-03T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:42:22.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To distract myself from the fact that IT'S ALREADY (3rd of) FEBRUARY WTH, I post pictures (from long ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833261346214162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWvSDXKURI/AAAAAAAABEs/N7Wykr1K9KA/s320/P1230006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833706373209538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWvr9N3XcI/AAAAAAAABE0/OJHExqafqCo/s320/P1230016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297834188354740322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWwIAvN4GI/AAAAAAAABE8/TI5egGpiIV0/s320/P1230026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297834685801146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWwk93rp4I/AAAAAAAABFE/uL4rteiiuJo/s320/P1230027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297835193589169522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWxChhx_XI/AAAAAAAABFM/66KfsskSr18/s320/P1230034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297835956612780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWxu8AyUXI/AAAAAAAABFU/9N41n2wn5Y0/s320/P1230010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297836514513020914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWyPaWkZ_I/AAAAAAAABFc/IVdu-RKc7Nw/s320/P1230042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same place, the next evening/night. I know, takde kerja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298526200703426306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYglgboHHwI/AAAAAAAABFk/xNjyXSOZbnE/s320/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298527006537287650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgmPVl4B-I/AAAAAAAABFs/SaENy5hRpOM/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298527894478832322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgnDBbowsI/AAAAAAAABF0/PZjWFqjEdI8/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298528467021033826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgnkWUVcWI/AAAAAAAABF8/6CNkZIyj6m4/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298529108725337986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgoJs2kD4I/AAAAAAAABGE/R4kq3-Bk48o/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298529727311980418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgottRHJ4I/AAAAAAAABGM/XZt_cAePpwM/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298530239701562610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgpLiETtPI/AAAAAAAABGU/qenaO31NbNQ/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298530740318044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgporAlAkI/AAAAAAAABGc/c2EpRHfjsoE/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298532451486225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgrMRm3UnI/AAAAAAAABGk/3U0JjhCYeyQ/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298533753671089202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgsYEn7fDI/AAAAAAAABGs/Bd5-NTk776Y/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298534408301572466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgs-LT_8XI/AAAAAAAABG0/4evGuSh3YTQ/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298535376295558210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgt2hXv_EI/AAAAAAAABG8/-D2SIdZztRE/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298536265704019154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYguqSrQFNI/AAAAAAAABHE/w3FzfvmjB3w/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And finally, this picture is the Ultimatestestestestest of all ultimate photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298537133050137090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYgvcxyrigI/AAAAAAAABHM/vxDkEeZBjOI/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AMACIAMMMMM. Where the hell did this come from la seriously. I slap myself and laugh till I die everytime I look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4682369311272251696?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4682369311272251696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4682369311272251696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4682369311272251696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4682369311272251696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-distract-myself-from-fact-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SYWvSDXKURI/AAAAAAAABEs/N7Wykr1K9KA/s72-c/P1230006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-862004662388607895</id><published>2009-02-02T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:14:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am in a perpetual state of discontentment. &lt;br /&gt;I can't picture myself sitting for a levels, much less doing well (enough to get what I want).&lt;br /&gt;I think my life tends to revolve around "what ifs". Not regrets, but "what ifs".&lt;br /&gt;I think orientation is quite fun. I like looking out for og names and laughing at them. Why their orientation shirt so nice? &lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I like the smell of my favourite pillow aka bantal busuk.&lt;br /&gt;I miss madrasah and I miss ustazah.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for world peace. Like, furreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, you know how sometimes people seem ashamed of the fact that a lot of their sentences start with "I"? I don't get it. It doesn't make you self-centred. Simply a matter of expressing yourself isn't it? The content of the sentence is not contingent on just the first word. Yes/no? Maybe, I don't know. Can you repeat the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-862004662388607895?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/862004662388607895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=862004662388607895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/862004662388607895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/862004662388607895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-am-in-perpetual-state-of.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8091939881071305578</id><published>2009-01-24T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:04:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I accompanied Arina back to rg to collect her O LEVEL CERT. I know, how recent. Plus I wanted to meet Cikgu Mellyyyyy which I didn't in the end cos we kept missing each other's calls but I talked to him the next day so it's all good. It's very frustrating how no one trusts that I will keep my word, so much so that it makes me start to lose trust in myself and have second thoughts as well. BLAAAA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's amazing how ugly rg looked, like everything looked so run down. Oh except blk J which they have decided to repaint purple, blue and some other colour like hello the rest of the school is like green and white. Bought samosas yumz and random things from stall 1 yumz. We came to the conclusion that it was not our fault for being so kental in rg cos it's just the place and atmosphere. Evidence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294886968413021282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SXs3pO4aZGI/AAAAAAAABEM/OEIv9-DeizY/s320/Photo0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We couldn't stop laughing at this picture, I'm not very sure why exactly. But omgz kental ttm. And then. We saw. The tvs. And laughed even harder. You know how rj has a million tv screens in the canteen. Rg macam paham, so they have this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294887747882724178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SXs4WmoeK1I/AAAAAAAABEU/cnYyGWXBUoQ/s320/Photo0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON BOTH SIDES OF THE CANTEEN. Too much, seriously. (Btw, Arina you so kiut!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw random juniors practising for ak syf (HARHAR) and then we crashed tarian cos they were having tryouts hah. It's funny how I watched tarian tryouts last year as well, I think when I went to collect o level cert as well! And to think that I was never in tarian. It was vvvvvv fun(ny) hehe we were laughing at random juniors along with Sarah, whose second name, I just discovered, is not Alisa but Aysha. Pie sey. She's v cute, I don't know why I never interacted with her when I was in still in rg. It's so fun to be able to tari, if I didn't look like such a noob I would join tarian. Oh we met Mr Mat in the canteen too then he told us to kirim salam everyone heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ramenten after that (Hana Maki yumz yumz) and then we discovered &lt;a href="http://slice.sg/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. It is very intriguing! Like a cross between ice cream and ice kacang. Like eating snow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294890480941714882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SXs61sEgzcI/AAAAAAAABEc/bCZ4DDasUM0/s320/Photo0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think it's that spectacular la but it's mega fun to eat! Yumz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss rg leh despite it's ugliness and minuteness, like I can't believe we complained when we had to climb four storeys and now our damn homeroom is on 7th floor and we suffer because people (who are going to like the 3rd/4th floor!!!) like to hog the lift then if we wait we will be late for class. Suckz. But yea I miss rg. Sobz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday and Saturday I went to Barrage! But later then story ah now I tired and haven't received photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8091939881071305578?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8091939881071305578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8091939881071305578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8091939881071305578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8091939881071305578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-thursday-i-accompanied-arina-back.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SXs3pO4aZGI/AAAAAAAABEM/OEIv9-DeizY/s72-c/Photo0922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8971138958279785490</id><published>2009-01-19T03:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:40:37.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this. Why, God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8971138958279785490?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8971138958279785490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8971138958279785490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8971138958279785490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8971138958279785490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-148408850083471987</id><published>2009-01-12T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:06:09.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL IS NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One was ): x infinity!(factorial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New ct, whom I don't mind because at least it's someone familiar but but I like Ms Veera. ): Even though she announced that she's no longer our ct way too gleefully, like Denise hadn't heard the news and was commenting how Ms Veera looked super happy today and I was like umm maybe it's because she finally managed to get rid of us and Denise was like whuttt. But anyway I believe she loves us more than she will admit (I can imagine the spews of sarcastic comments heading my way if she ever reads this) and she still teaches us Lit so ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were just :O My brain cannot take it. The best thing I did today was to get the form to drop to h1 math. I wish people would stop asking me why and trying to persuade me not to and judging me like I am making the stupidest move ever. I know they mean well but I believe I am not making an uninformed decision and I am willing to bear the consequences. If I ever regret my decision (which I won't, I think) then you have the right to say "I told you so" but I might punch you so hmmm. Ok angsty sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the new lockers are pink(? Or is it red) and purple woohoo some colour other than green/black/white! Ok you know life is sad when you blog about school lockers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-148408850083471987?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/148408850083471987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=148408850083471987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/148408850083471987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/148408850083471987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-is-not-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-91730057083317778</id><published>2009-01-08T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:06:04.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angklung outing (haha) is mega outdated but blog-worthy because Lisa is the firstestest friend to turn 18 woo! And was very sad that she hadn't gone clubbing yet haha. Soon ah soon. Our "surprise" wasn't so surprise after all (but nothing can beat my birthday "surprise" in 06 from the minahs haha) because of Crystal who took so long to choose a cake tsk. Nat just couldn't care less as long as there was a cake and gift haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa: (on the phone) Crystal where are you! Why are you so slowwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crystal: I have to go my phone is dying bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she went on to call me to discuss cake issues. I think Lisa felt insulted that Crystal didn't want to talk to her haha. Crystal's desperate attempts to hide the cake were rather futile I think cos Lisa was suspicious of her big bag. But she didn't expect the staff at Mind Cafe to bring out the cake so ok la semi-successful. Also, I think Taboo is like my favouritest game because no matter what, someone will spout something stupid and ridiculous so it's all good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289203101159013026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcGMnV6OqI/AAAAAAAABA0/v7RJwpEbsr4/s320/P1061644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289203398941320642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcGd8qvpcI/AAAAAAAABA8/mxqrDvtqxQI/s320/P1061647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My camera suckz, the pictures never turn out nice, underwater mode or otherwise.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289204259356293330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcHQB9qONI/AAAAAAAABBE/XJEhxEt25Xw/s320/IMG_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was from 07 outing! To celebrate our graduation from angklung hahaha I ran from NLB, stayed for an hour and ran back because of bahas though. There was sparkling juice and sparklers and all that jazz, fun no? And I love how Crystal's paper bag is full of question marks. Very apt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was Secret Santa 08 which we kept postponing tsk tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289206886770013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcJo9159RI/AAAAAAAABBU/Hs-LgZIZ-xY/s320/P1070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289207440402114978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcKJMSFaaI/AAAAAAAABBc/-Lg6jsjdd1o/s320/P1070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289207855560464578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcKhW3jGMI/AAAAAAAABBk/Qw9JubScxyM/s320/DSC05290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289210876295461874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcNRL-5O_I/AAAAAAAABBs/esimZMPLzQU/s320/DSC05292.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289211348152518050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcNspyYhaI/AAAAAAAABB0/cY4fRoYVNyc/s320/IMG_2460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289211740683679602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcODgFGt3I/AAAAAAAABB8/3NzD48lnyjs/s320/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289212817915605698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcPCNFNcsI/AAAAAAAABCE/fkZQ8pkDKpM/s320/IMG_2446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213005630291330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcPNIX4PYI/AAAAAAAABCM/kM4Um8uLuxo/s320/IMG_2450.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213257233462402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcPbxqv9II/AAAAAAAABCU/ENSGLV0mVXo/s320/IMG_2454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213468446654306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcPoEf5f2I/AAAAAAAABCc/fa1WHTTrN4U/s320/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see I'm too lazy to narrate and besides, everyone else has blogged about it haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelina was both my Santa and Santee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214205382592770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcQS9zHiQI/AAAAAAAABCk/iNIrgnKPl2U/s320/IMG_2448.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289214481463040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcQjCR02kI/AAAAAAAABCs/2RD1IqZb-ho/s320/IMG_2449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got me lip gloss and buffer yayyyy so totally London Tipton but lovessssss it thank you :D She wrote me a note too and guess whaaaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215157395662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcRKYUuJrI/AAAAAAAABC0/ICeOJbhAe7Q/s320/P1091661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She preserved the actual tissue we used to draw lots eons ago! PLUS she wrote the note using paper from the Desperate Housewives notebook I gave her hahaha Ame is mega champion. Lovezzz Aminah but I am rather disappointed with our neoprints ): They're nice la but I had such high expectations heh guess we've gotten rusty at taking neos since we haven't done it for so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that it's Friday, the day before Saturday, the day before Sunday, the day before MONDAY?! I know, faints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH HOTMAIL IT'S MAKING ME DAMN ANGER I NEED TO CHECK MY MAIL TSK RUDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-91730057083317778?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/91730057083317778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=91730057083317778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/91730057083317778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/91730057083317778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/01/angklung-outing-haha-was-mega-outdated.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SWcGMnV6OqI/AAAAAAAABA0/v7RJwpEbsr4/s72-c/P1061644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-3794931235728365983</id><published>2009-01-03T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:38:28.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like getting braces. I know, sumpah takde kerje. Yes/No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-3794931235728365983?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/3794931235728365983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=3794931235728365983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3794931235728365983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3794931235728365983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-getting-braces.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-353483475057661681</id><published>2008-12-30T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:36:00.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to change my skin in the spirit of the new year and all and so enthusiastically changed my cbox colours also but as usual blogger screws up on me and I've given up so my cbox is cacat and out of place. Rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote half of a year-end entry (but still long nonetheless) but decided that there's nothing much worth saying (in public). A year has passed and we continue to move on. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy New Year everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-353483475057661681?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/353483475057661681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=353483475057661681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/353483475057661681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/353483475057661681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanted-to-change-my-skin-in-spirit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7056154920089989423</id><published>2008-12-28T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:47:22.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear all,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you've all had good holidays and are all well. This is a reminder to complete everything that you are meant to, before school starts. There is no break or orientation period, we go straight into lessons once the term starts.  &lt;/p&gt;Paper 1: finish reading Pride and Prejudice, complete one Poetry Comparison essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Renaissance: finish reading Hamlet, complete one Period Practical Criticism essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reconvene in two weeks, so use the rest of your time well.  Enjoy yourselves till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7056154920089989423?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7056154920089989423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7056154920089989423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7056154920089989423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7056154920089989423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-all-hope-youve-all-had-good.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2801249316176774179</id><published>2008-12-27T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:13:31.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It makes me sad that I no longer enjoy writng/know how to write lit essays and it's such bad timing come on less than a year to go ): 09 is coming in 4 days. Whuttttttttttt. Time is running out this sucks balls like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2801249316176774179?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2801249316176774179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2801249316176774179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2801249316176774179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2801249316176774179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-makes-me-sad-that-i-no-longer-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-981678325711061993</id><published>2008-12-21T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:31:19.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas party at Jill's was full of wild dancing, good food and lots of booze. Just kidding. It was lazing around, movie, talking and... come to think of it there was lots of good food, there was beer and some concoction with 40% alchohol(!!!) (please eh I'm a good girl k) and there were attempts to dance and sing (before we realised there wasn't a song that we knew all the lyrics to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282490064695785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8sudu49uI/AAAAAAAAA-8/hPyhwumcQAU/s320/PC211627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282490806378216386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8tZotwu8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/phXcqMLO7tA/s320/CIMG3460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pink power ranger on top of the tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491406742466786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8t8lPwMOI/AAAAAAAAA_M/9dFhfXa99oU/s320/MyPicture_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491640767543314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8uKNDreBI/AAAAAAAAA_U/B8avuy1juto/s320/MyPicture_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491814731407954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8uUVH5YlI/AAAAAAAAA_c/88xkGbJcv_M/s320/MyPicture_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;The above two pictures are to show that I HAVE COLLARBONES EVERYONE CLAP PLEASE. Usually they're invisible due to thick layer of fats so I was elated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282492570018052706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8vASyQ-mI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7P0t8C1Y_88/s320/MyPicture_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282492862421538898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8vRUEsGFI/AAAAAAAAA_s/LhMVBNWRrCA/s320/MyPicture_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493332084372786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8vsptCNTI/AAAAAAAAA_0/q0IjAUoSEms/s320/MyPicture_39.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493695834887458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8wB0x6lSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/mnh2cpjoQ2c/s320/MyPicture_45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were imitating a certain teacher (not difficult to guess la right) but I think I win sia gosh I scare myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282494270676452706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8wjSO0xWI/AAAAAAAABAE/9EDb0VGqwdA/s320/MyPicture_50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282495109215725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8xUGCKqGI/AAAAAAAABAM/uqEmKy5rNvE/s320/MyPicture_52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A LEVELS SIA A LEVELS MUST STUDY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282495497841499346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8xqtxxXNI/AAAAAAAABAU/MGg_-o_zLi8/s320/MyPicture_60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282496095773858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8yNhP9HDI/AAAAAAAABAc/BEmX8d6Ba_U/s320/MyPicture_59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282496654366841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8yuCK5mbI/AAAAAAAABAk/U2ktNqUSYPQ/s320/MyPicture_62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea I was damn anger at the ostrich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282497433057944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8zbXBU4qI/AAAAAAAABAs/I_w8a8EUxek/s320/CIMG3457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-981678325711061993?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/981678325711061993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=981678325711061993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/981678325711061993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/981678325711061993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party-at-jills-was-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SU8sudu49uI/AAAAAAAAA-8/hPyhwumcQAU/s72-c/PC211627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7654776160935128841</id><published>2008-12-17T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:58:02.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SUkCw0k3OgI/AAAAAAAAA-s/su0mNAoh8KM/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280755661249731762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SUkDS5ZsXLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gj-ARs5wJK4/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muallaf with Sheila today. We sneaked into the 515 movie because I bought 315 tickets but by the time Sheila came the movie was halfway through (tsk tsk!) so we caught the next show. I enjoyed and loved the movie... until the end. At the end the first scene repeated and Sheila was like Oh My God it's ending and I was like huh noooooo so we convinced ourselves there was a scene coming up and then the lights came on and we were like WHUTTTTTTTT and started spouting 18402840243284 questions. I suppose it's meant to be that way but there was no closureeeee. But I loved everything else, especially the sisters they are so cute and the kakak is so sweet the next time I watch it on tv or something I will count the number of times she kissed her sister heh. And I love the part when they were at Brian's doorstep and she kissed/sniffed her repeatedly I know it's such a small insignificant part and a bit incestuous but they are so cute together. I bet Sheila's favourite scene is the bra scene hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to save money. How to go Amerika at the end of next year ): And how to buy a car when I'm 25 ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7654776160935128841?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7654776160935128841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7654776160935128841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7654776160935128841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7654776160935128841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/muallaf-with-sheila-today.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SUkDS5ZsXLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/gj-ARs5wJK4/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2890956962509766433</id><published>2008-12-15T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:47:25.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into flickr search.&lt;br /&gt;b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SUahMtDprQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/MLnmpgS2C5Y/s1600-h/mosaic.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280086773970396514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SUai8iG-ZWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/s4Xn70sabzY/s400/mosaic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prizes for guessing all the answers correctly heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2890956962509766433?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2890956962509766433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2890956962509766433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2890956962509766433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2890956962509766433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SUai8iG-ZWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/s4Xn70sabzY/s72-c/mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-5836470356455104211</id><published>2008-12-13T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:10:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kind of feel like getting Facebook. Kind of. But I won't. I didn't stick to my planner plan today. Disappointed and damn anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate one/two lined blog entries because they're stupid and useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-5836470356455104211?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/5836470356455104211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=5836470356455104211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5836470356455104211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5836470356455104211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-kind-of-feel-like-getting-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-9166474783721232097</id><published>2008-12-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:26:05.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Survivor is Brilliant. Fave show evaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I think Bob will win but I like Sugar cos I think she's cute and smart even though everyone finds her irritating. It's okay if Mattie wins too cos he's so poor thing stupid Kenny and Crystal are such bullies. But Sugar ftw. I'm sure no one understands or cares but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days revolve around my planner because I plan out what I'm supposed to be studying (keyword being SUPPOSED, obviously) and I try to stick to it but the problem is that I think my plans are too... slack? Because it's meant to be realistic see. If I plan to do 5 topics in a day that's obviously not going to happen and I just won't bother. But yes the point is that I stick to my planned day so I refuse to touch anything else after I've done the stuff I'm supposed to do for the day. Which is not much at all, trust me. So I find myself with a substantial amount of free time and I don't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too bloody accomodating. I don't get it cos sometimes I think the world revolves around me but a lot of the times I do things/change plans according to everyone else even when it's unreasonable sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've ordered my secret santa present! (yes I bought it online) I hope it's nice in real life and I hope she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hello Nabilah Abas [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-9166474783721232097?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/9166474783721232097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=9166474783721232097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/9166474783721232097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/9166474783721232097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/survivor-is-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8235877054289678169</id><published>2008-12-07T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:39:32.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a sad week and although I think a lot of people around me are 4803914302405458 times more blessed than I am, in the larger scheme of things I am truly very blessed and I need to keep reminding myself of how green the grass is on my side and I think the world would be a better place if everyone does so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8235877054289678169?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8235877054289678169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8235877054289678169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8235877054289678169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8235877054289678169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-been-sad-week-and-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2577148587017198247</id><published>2008-12-02T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:46:10.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to the zoo! Before that went to Bras Basah to sell my old school books like geog and math and whatevers. But the Bras Basah man rejected me sigh because most of the books are no longer used due to change in syllabus? So out of 20+ books he accepted only 5. Needless to say I was v v v v sad because I thought I was going to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got to the zoo it was around 330? And the zoo closes at 6 so we had to like plan and prioritise haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275124199995045426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUBgtbFdjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/a9k8cGZzIjg/s320/securedownload.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275125311462021106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUChZ9dl_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/d4VkYO9Pr7Y/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The map is v deceiving cos it makes the whole place look so Huge and so we decided to take a tour on the tram and then decide where we wanted to stop and explore. But our tram travelled at the speed of a bullet train and we felt cheated because we could hardly see any animals. The map is so not to scale because the distance between the tram stops are really not far at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275126921248793138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUD_G4iYjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/lOCdz4t1cIg/s320/PB291542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275126927971916914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUD_f7dHHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/yTs0whFHsmc/s320/PB291544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ZEBRAAAAAAAAS! I wanted to visit them, and penguins and kangaroos but the tram was so fast and I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were ostriches and cheetahs(!) and lions too but if I had attempted taking pictures I wouldn't have been able to see them in real life. Yes, the speed of a bullet train. Oh and there was a giraffe enclosure but no giraffes! Rude. We got off at the third stop so I could visit my marine friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275128943491675218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUF00Uz9FI/AAAAAAAAA6s/8Auy8y-n2bE/s320/PB291548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275129566739083826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUGZGGksjI/AAAAAAAAA60/ZnhWEKlhJNs/s320/PB291549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to adopt a penguin and keep him in my fridge. But, these penguins are not cute. I think all the cute fat penguins are at the birdpark. Except this fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275131068378693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUHwgJWwCI/AAAAAAAAA68/pL7PsuQ5nq4/s320/PB291553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275131072679841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUHwwK1DfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/uSK6Bl9Yvw4/s320/PB291555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bite him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random animals we visited while waiting for Splash Safari to start haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275133144675484738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUJpW9FhEI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6AkXbnJ1Vcw/s320/PB291560.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275150606766198866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUZhyT8UFI/AAAAAAAAA9c/kCxdC4QtkSM/s320/PB291565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275133140747552514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUJpIUmBwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/AeoD3M7U_cs/s320/PB291557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275136940434006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUNGTQcIZI/AAAAAAAAA7k/cxZVjQJgUDs/s320/PB291624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275137447477073730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUNj0I7V0I/AAAAAAAAA70/EBU3fvD8oJ4/s320/PB291570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275136953689182802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUNHEouElI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3QtfBXA_1QA/s320/PB291623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passed by Rainforest Kidzworld which looked so fun but neither of us were kids so we couldn't do much there. I wanted to ride a pony. ): My feather-like weight totally wouldn't have killed it what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Splash safari!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275141680792210066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STURaOd6CpI/AAAAAAAAA78/dohhZ4k3S0g/s320/PB291582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275141682011728930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STURaTAqbCI/AAAAAAAAA8E/--WV0L8vRmI/s320/PB291584.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carlos the (extremely smart) seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275143360476495554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUS7_x2PsI/AAAAAAAAA8M/SokjXwptc4w/s320/PB291586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275143998624158994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUThJEG1RI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TQt1YPBVhf0/s320/PB291589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275144004221487330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUThd6nSOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/M5_IN5QzmIo/s320/PB291591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Andre the zookeeper's quite cute heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275152949799721874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUbqKyqm5I/AAAAAAAAA90/-9VrbfK95uE/s320/PB291593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the shameless pelican. The commentator(?) never once mentioned pelicans so I suppose the poor guy felt left out so he kept close to Carlos in order to share the limelight. Tumpang glamour nampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carlos is v v v smart. I wasn't blown away but still impressed. He should have a friend though, and perform together. But he's so sweet he would hug and kiss his favourite trainer awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More random animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275146772518440690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUWCmoCjvI/AAAAAAAAA8s/H-JJaokqqgM/s320/PB291598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275146773390188994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUWCp34YcI/AAAAAAAAA80/WGerDMbsyUc/s320/PB291599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275148850873326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUX7lGdWlI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ETmm8jxhXaE/s320/PB291597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275148849462485282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUX7f2FoSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ru3vOKkx0uc/s320/PB291596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275148855865216978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUX73snj9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/yezy1Qx-RJw/s320/PB291603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275148843200745362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUX7IhLD5I/AAAAAAAAA88/eTVgu76Sr7I/s320/PB291594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroos are such quiet, peaceful animals. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275151129146490994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUaAMVHAHI/AAAAAAAAA9k/e4ajPde7KHw/s200/PB291595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason this picture is here is because I am forced to put it up. But it is so touristy and I am so fat so it is smaller than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275151908050650434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUath-VRUI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_BSALp8lerM/s320/PB291605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275153530360698370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUcL9jMFgI/AAAAAAAAA98/IoidO0hB3Zw/s320/PB291616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO CUTE THEY SLEEP IN A ROW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, everyone's favourite animal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154797043657538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUdVsT8K0I/AAAAAAAAA-E/Cb2WcSyJjMI/s320/PB291612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154810507223602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUdWed54jI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nWDbTDW-4NY/s320/PB291615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154803246480642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUdWDazvQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KNpUr8gGUtw/s320/PB291606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zoo was fun :D But I wanted cuter penguins ): And to see zebras and giraffes and polar bears. But fun nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/muallaf/muallaf.htm"&gt;Muallaf.&lt;/a&gt; From the director of Sepet, Gubra and Mukshin. Anyone? I promise it's good and worth it. Sadikin seems like someone who would want to watch but he's not back from India. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2577148587017198247?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2577148587017198247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2577148587017198247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2577148587017198247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2577148587017198247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-saturday-we-went-to-zoo-before-that.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STUBgtbFdjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/a9k8cGZzIjg/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-5039636811460920385</id><published>2008-11-30T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:17:47.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Tuesday was (finally) sleepover day! Had a shopping trip to Sheng Siong, Kak Mai's favourite shopping centre where I discovered (the extent of) my lack of knowledge about vegetables, noodles, stock cubes, and the likes. I mean like why do I need to know about these things when I'm going to marry the son of or some relative of the Sultan of Brunei. OH did you know that a couple of his kids studied at rj?! I didn't. I should've been born earlier so we could've crossed paths. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. So anyway we went to my house and started cooking! Ok ok you can cover your gaping mouths now. Kak Mai started cooking her tomyam with her still-alive prawns (I think they only died when she dumped them in the pot of boiling water) while me and Arina made cupcakes! Actually we were just following Kak Mai's step-by-step instructions. Didn't turn out too bad at all, minus the icing. As we were making the icing the texture wasn't right and Kak Mai said just keep adding sugar so we ONLY used about say, 390213820184309248 grams of sugar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407973214945762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ2G0v3AeI/AAAAAAAAA3c/i9SybXw4b28/s320/PB251491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is an ugly picture of the cupcakes, they really don't look that bad. The nicer pictures are with Arina who has yet to send me tsk tsk shame on her. They were really yummy too but I had to scrape off most of the icing because like I said, we only used 390213820184309248 grams of sugar. Had tomyam for dinner and Kak Mai was sad because she accidentally added lemon lime (I didn't know there was such a thing hello why can't you decide whether to be lime or lemon. Why must you be both) skin so it was a bit bitter haha. After that we chillaxed in my room and did nonsense things like watch tv paint our nails stalk people on facebook watched Leap Years (haha) played cards talked and finally slept close to 5am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409857954383634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ30h8whxI/AAAAAAAAA3k/TSUOz7zyvWc/s320/PB261500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274410576200909330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ4eVoEwhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/vwlaHycnWME/s320/PB261499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;$5 Toa Payoh pants ftw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kak Mai was planning to cook pasta for breakfast but she woke up close to 1pm. Banyak punye breakfast. But we did cook it in the end. We meaning Kak Mai, while me and Arina boiled the pasta. It was hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is Kak Mai's "candid" maid pose with her apron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274411991169565010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ5wsy5AVI/AAAAAAAAA30/IY3MpqF6AkY/s320/PB261504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274412778785366514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ6ei5IYfI/AAAAAAAAA38/isz-EMVjFIQ/s320/PB261514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because she's the only one with long hair, shampoo ad is a must.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274413396196263106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ7Ce7XBMI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3sheS3ESmu4/s320/PB261506.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fail #1 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274413796734766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ7ZzDLjRI/AAAAAAAAA4M/CzTUXlv0-zo/s320/PB261507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fail #2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274414517577561746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ8DwZftpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/c38PPRf3PQU/s320/PB261508.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fail #3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274415003917810978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ8gEKC_SI/AAAAAAAAA4c/WwV4wQeBeA8/s320/PB261509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274415673666729090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ9HDKodII/AAAAAAAAA4k/YPQiUdTinxI/s320/PB261523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274415685518226210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ9HvUP8yI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7Pqto-I5GuE/s320/PB261524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shitz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274417144528637650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ-cqjcDtI/AAAAAAAAA40/4-VEUTwxOB0/s320/PB261519.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274417651878703426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ-6MlHsUI/AAAAAAAAA48/wJF_Q2RenEg/s320/PB261527.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274418824223957234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ_-b6AoPI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yzIiD5nc3u8/s320/PB261528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274419337683755570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STKAcUsXYjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/REsX1F_E8L8/s320/PB261515.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274421266011883250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STKCMkRnhvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ptRK2HgHYPo/s320/PB261533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274421262862655714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STKCMYiyIOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dfVb8T--Pf8/s320/PB261531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274422467052707250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STKDSegEHbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/0Nc47fiaxt0/s320/PB261538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274422473176124114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STKDS1UACtI/AAAAAAAAA5s/8nW2kZoKBgE/s320/PB261540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok penat. Will blog about zoo outing soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, WHO WANTS TO RUN AT THE RESERVOIR WITH ME. Please? ): Preferably in the evening cos I'm lazy to wake up but mornings will do too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-5039636811460920385?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/5039636811460920385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=5039636811460920385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5039636811460920385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5039636811460920385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-tuesday-was-finally-sleepover-day.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/STJ2G0v3AeI/AAAAAAAAA3c/i9SybXw4b28/s72-c/PB251491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-259091723930570347</id><published>2008-11-23T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:59:24.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ballooning with Crystal today wasn't too bad at all. Although she thinks it's because she is cute and kids are attracted to her, it's actually because she is shameless. And we have our future all planned out. We'll have angklung gathering in court with Nat as well and if that doesn't work out, we're setting up a road-sweeping company (Nat's not involved because she will be a bigshot lawyer) and Nat will hire our cleaners to clean her law firm. Yes, our road-sweeping company does firms as well, we're That huge. It's called Wonderful Scents Pte Ltd, watch out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mum at Suntec after that because she bought something months ago but never collected it and Fik had an event there so it was killing two birds with one stone because I know my mum had always wanted to watch Fik live even though she never mentioned it hahaha. His whole family was there and his mum said hi to mine and salamed her haha it was funny. Mum successfully persuaded me to go get an autograph even though I didn't want to (see I bet She wanted it and used me to get it). Plus I was in uniform on a Sunday, that is just wrong. But well I did anyway and I am amazed he and Minmin recognised me. Both asked what's with the uniform so I told them about balloon-selling and he nodded approvingly hahaha. Plus he commented on my hair. I don't know whether to be happy or horrified that he remembers I used to have long hair. Horrified I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-259091723930570347?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/259091723930570347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=259091723930570347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/259091723930570347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/259091723930570347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/11/ballooning-with-crystal-today-wasnt-too.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-571587903235289814</id><published>2008-11-22T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:34:29.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I sold balloons along Orchard and it was so unfun apart from a few cute kiddies with very nice parents and nice strangers who donate out of the kindness of their hearts and don't want a balloon. Other than that, what on earth is wrong with everyone. Absolutely zero manners. Like it's still okay (actually it's Not ok, but well relatively la) if you look at me and then look away without responding but it's Plain Rude to look forward and continue walking even though I'm obviously talking to you and attempting to walk alongside you even though I don't know why I even bother. And I'm doing it again tomorrow, don't ask why, with Crystal who better be a good source of entertainment. Ok end of rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought school shoes today yay. I wanted Onitsukas but well the poor have to settle for pathetic things, which I did and I like them now but I've a feeling that by the time school starts I'll get sick of them. Oh and this also means that I still don't have proper running shoes, which I was hoping would motivate me to run considering I live like opposite the reservoir. But since I already bought shoes (which are not meant for running) and I'm too poor to buy running shoes (which I would hardly use anyway) I guess I'm just going to grow obese and be so round that my mode of transportation would be rolling instead of walking. Maybe the cash I get from selling my books to Bras Basah would be enough to buy me another pair of shoes. HAR HAR. Actually I think I might be quite rich if I sell ALL my books, like whatever SVH and Goosebumps and Two of a Kind series that I used to collect but my mum won't let me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, my PH bag is Gone. Not that I was planning to get it but I do need a school bag which I don't know where to find. ): But I want the PH wallet! Dian wants the whole collection, because she is greedy and rich like that. But since I'm poor maybe I'll get the lame-o cheap-o f21 wallet. Or hope to stumble upon a nice one online since all I do is buy things online now, like seriously I am uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsooooo, where to find nice cheap light grey jeans that would be able to fit a giant ball like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this post is stupid and meaningless I just felt like writing something bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-571587903235289814?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/571587903235289814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=571587903235289814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/571587903235289814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/571587903235289814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-sold-balloons-along-orchard-and.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2531936846736309839</id><published>2008-11-17T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:55:09.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYONE STOP HAVING FUN DURING HOLIDAYS. STOP IT. STOPPPPPP ITTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitter and jealous, can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2531936846736309839?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2531936846736309839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2531936846736309839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2531936846736309839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2531936846736309839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyone-stop-having-fun-during.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-347201116055570046</id><published>2008-11-06T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:37:07.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on Tuesday we had "class" outing which consisted of a grand total of 8 people plus Li Yuan's gf. We went to Toys R Us to buy a ball because Kenneth desperately wanted one (I know right) before making our way to Sentosa. And then... It started raining. So we stayed in the shelther and played Taboo and truth or dare. I know, at home also can play right tsk. Oh before that was my disastrous attempt to change from jeans to shorts but no one needs to know about that so let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to do a double dare with Bob. Reenacting a Bollywood scene around a coconut tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265556497263787522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMDvHQofgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jNb4B-Cs4kY/s320/P1010638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a video too but again, let's move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It stopped raining! So we played at the beach. Li Yuan graciously volunteered himself to get buried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265558398621016034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMFdyXhX-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kvywmi21eTQ/s320/PB041449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265558719331793506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMFwdG7emI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BPiI_dcVNpc/s320/PB041450.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265559583234471282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMGivZYNXI/AAAAAAAAAog/TdxUKQceOWA/s320/PB041453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if burying isn't enough, they decided to add erm assets. Li Yuan was enjoying every second of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265560444603561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMHU4PxdQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/A9tObJ_Unzg/s320/PB041458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that the ball was strategically placed. OH MY GOSH and then there was a bunch of random ang mohs who were completely fascinated by our magnificent erm sculpting skills. One of them actually came over and added his own personal touch hahaha it was hilarious. Don't need to say what he added but there were two things and found at the lower body area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow things got out of hand and he ended up like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265562426830047074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMJIQnZR2I/AAAAAAAAAow/WB1w8q9VjmA/s320/P1010645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks strangely at peace. So everyone got inspired and wanted to be Li Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265563616496279106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMKNgd7XkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rPzU--2v8j4/s320/P1010648.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265565230359676050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMLrck8hJI/AAAAAAAAApI/1MgNvJlPodI/s320/P1010650.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265566326882984034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMMrRceYGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3PIMRSPHsxw/s320/P1010652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining again so we stoned around in the shelter and played cards. After which Kenneth insisted we watch the sunrise at SIX PM. No one would believe me when I said the sun wouldn't set for another hour! Like Hello. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265577269260063922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMWoM-eFLI/AAAAAAAAApg/gwi0_1mJ5rg/s320/P1010656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265575741454154386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMVPRdJ-pI/AAAAAAAAApY/EwmtqY3c30E/s320/P1010710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265578277882772642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMXi6Y3PKI/AAAAAAAAApo/fXJ2O8UmSQM/s320/P1010719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for dinner after that. Unhalal people wanted to eat unhalal food tsk. I voted for swensen's but Earle's is more expensive than normal Swensen's and people weren't happy about that so ok lor. Went Food Republic and I had murtabak because there was nothing else I could have. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat around to play truth or dare after that. You know Vivo has the playground area? And the area where the kids can ride the weird animal things that make them look like they're erm doing unsavoury things to the animals? We sat in there cos no one was riding the animals anyway but after awhile kids started to come and it was so disturbing because there were kids bouncing on animals all around. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth or dare was hilarious, with Kenneth humping a pole and asking for a random girl's number (she refused btw hahahaha) and Barbara singing and dancing to I'm a barbie girl and me attempting to seduce Cz and Steff dancing and scaring Bob with her pick up lines. But the best was Bob's! His dare was to MOAN for 20 seconds. Oh. My. God. All of us died laughing. Kenneth and Cz were literally rolling on the floor for five whole minutes. That dare totally made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steff told us to rate the class outing from 1-10 and I said 6.5 which isn't too bad I suppose. But you know people complain about how unbonded the class is but when we have outings these people simply refuse to come. It makes no sense. Not meant to offend anyone but if you feel offended then you must be guilty of it. [: Because only those who eat the chilli will feel the heat. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-347201116055570046?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/347201116055570046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=347201116055570046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/347201116055570046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/347201116055570046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-on-tuesday-we-had-class-outing-which.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SRMDvHQofgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jNb4B-Cs4kY/s72-c/P1010638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7967146737151662020</id><published>2008-10-31T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:40:42.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL'S OUT, SCREAM AND SHOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techically it was supposed to be out on Wednesday but with op preparations, you could hardly tell. BUT OP IS OVER TOOOOOOOOOO! :D I was so nervous and fumbled and mispronounced hahaha. And I'm not too happy about q and a because I somewhat prepared myself for the question but I was too hasty to answer and didn't stop to think first so my answer was so repetitive and nonsensical. I wanted Nat's question! Nat was so idiotic tsk her answer was so goooood. You can see the whole row of audience gaping as she went on and on gosh. But whatevs it's over yay good job RJ264 (and Anna)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hope our examiners are as nice as they seem. I liked them, but looks can be deceiving. For all you know they're the strictest beings on earth. But wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends whose misery is not over yet. /: But you can do it woo jiayou it'll be over soon enough! Waves pompoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kak Guy Sheila Liza Nissa today yay I love them. [: Saw Sheila's result slip. I miss having such nice letters and numbers on my result slip ): Not that my results in Rg were paticularly excellent but my Rj results are just &lt;a href="mailto:*$@)%&amp;amp;#@%"&gt;*$@)%&amp;amp;#@%&lt;/a&gt;. Heard stories about how sad everyone was that it was their last day in Rg. I can't remember my batch being so emotional last year! Personally I was quite happy to leave haha so I cannot relate. I can't believe they're coming to Rj next yearrrrr. I remember the first time I saw Sheila and batchmates outside Malay room and they were all so small and cute. God knows what has become of them now. Heheh. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe J1 is over. I barely realised that it had started. Next year is ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7967146737151662020?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7967146737151662020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7967146737151662020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7967146737151662020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7967146737151662020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/10/schools-out-scream-and-shout-techically.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1794977161723981896</id><published>2008-10-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:04:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Love Barbarella Chantel-Mcully hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going to talk about promo results because it's not worth my time. Maybe when we receive our overall result slips next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya was fun albeit super tiring. Thank you Amelina for being Queen Organiser. And thank you everyone who came even though you were so reluctant to at first. Hope you guys don't regret your decision to come haha I'm quite sure you didn't right? :D I think it was time well-spent and I do think we got to bond with people we don't normally talk to or interact with, which I suppose is one of the greatest takeaways because it's very important to eratkan silaturrahim chey heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures yet to be compiled, maybe will post detailed entry about raya once I have them. Then again maybe not cos I'm lazy like that. In the meantime shall post some that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259624438392290034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3wj15V-vI/AAAAAAAAAmA/kjT29SM_5pA/s320/PA181345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259624829358725282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3w6mXAWKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n9Qa0LCSye0/s320/PA181359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259625323082073890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3xXVn0xyI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/863l8ZWMhyo/s320/PA181368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626142220490082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3yHBJpFWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MPPSpfuBsVo/s320/PA181371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259627133659892994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3zAujNzQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/wDy90W8fR8s/s320/PA181377.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259627760054176770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3zlMDQDAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nRXWhr18zvU/s320/PA181380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259628248651953474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP30BoOCdUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/rTUuKAlXYoA/s320/PA181378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259628946086442210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP30qOXYNOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/G9sI5-vLMuQ/s320/PA181398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259629586602235746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP31PgePl2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/0SGepuaP_uA/s320/PA181402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259630295942394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP314y-HcZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/X1irE5G4QsA/s320/PA181360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259630832825065298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP32YDA631I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/y-GZRuzLFQg/s320/PA181408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the biggest his eyes can go hahaha compare with mine haha. Maybe the smaller your eyes the smarter you are. Mr Four As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259632323276879570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP33uzYUttI/AAAAAAAAAnY/diiloaBcwi4/s320/PA191418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259632976747545746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP34U1v3xJI/AAAAAAAAAng/obD8H3eplik/s320/PA191421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259633863495946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP35IdJKkAI/AAAAAAAAAno/btY05bYgo-Q/s320/PA191429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259635378933441090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP36gqlnokI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l4myloCFg7U/s320/PA191419.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259636949222710290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP378EXwXBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kvgkbzAvnyU/s320/PA191438.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259637317685221346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP38RhAEF-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/gl4L5UQ0-Bs/s320/PA191440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then I just got lazy. I realised I have no Arina pictures in my camera haha how did that happen. But well tons in Ame's camera I'm sure. Yay I love batchmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1794977161723981896?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1794977161723981896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1794977161723981896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1794977161723981896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1794977161723981896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-barbarella-chantel-mcully.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SP3wj15V-vI/AAAAAAAAAmA/kjT29SM_5pA/s72-c/PA181345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-5712315212541964220</id><published>2008-10-10T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:43:01.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today mum dragged me out to her friend's place cos the daughter was getting solemnized. I wanted to go home after the ceremony but mum wanted to stay so I threw a tantrum and told her I'll go home first while she stays with her friends. I reached all the way home before realising.... I didn't have my keys with me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-5712315212541964220?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/5712315212541964220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=5712315212541964220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5712315212541964220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5712315212541964220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-mum-dragged-me-out-to-her-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7920537116165433908</id><published>2008-10-06T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:26:05.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know the skin is so blue and morose but suits me just fine because I'm at a bluey and morosey period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lots have been happening. Promos over, raya, ccal conference, school has started. Life is sad like that. Let me tell you the story of how Maryam is the biggest loser (no, not like the reality show unfortunately) on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living life thinking school ends on the 17th because... well because we've only received timetable till the 17th. And because Haris said so. Imagine my horror when I discovered this morning that IT SO DOES NOT. SO NOT FUNNY HARIS. I'm stupid and gullible like that how dare you cheat my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't trust Haris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today. I happily skipped out of school at 1040 after wasting my time at math and econs lecture and skipped and skipped away to the bus stop. And then I skipped up the bus and skippily tapped my wallet but no damn sound. So okay I took out my card to tap la, only to realised that ehhhhh since when was my ez link pink. It was my ic. So then the bus driver, Mr Obvious, told me to take out my ez link. Gee, how come I didn't think of that. But I couldn't find it! After a moment of panic I was like screw it la and threw coins into the erm coin-eating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later realised that I never tranferred my ezlink from my raya bag back to my wallet. I know, I know, thanks for the applause. And yet I managed to take the bus to school in the morning without an ezlink. How? I've no freaking clue. Life's full of mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. I fell asleep in the bus like I always do but this time I didn't wake up in time! So I missed my stop. ): But I kept my cool and just got off at the next stop. You know how people like to kanchong when they miss their stop. It's like so annoying. So yea I was cool. Fo shizzle. BUT I had No More Coins so I had to walk back home. ): Thank god I only missed two bus stops so it wasn't that bad. But you know the whole area is like under construction. So people walk there for two reasons: 1) They're lost 2) They're checking out the construction workers. Oh and then there's me who doesn't fall into either of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: 1) Don't forget your ezlink 2) Always have ample supply of coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an eventful first day of school no? Bleh hate school. Pukes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7920537116165433908?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7920537116165433908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7920537116165433908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7920537116165433908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7920537116165433908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-skin-is-so-blue-and-morose-but.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1768493680301488927</id><published>2008-09-27T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:39:21.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm as bitter as coffee&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to study&lt;br /&gt;Whatever k I need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I'm a poet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1768493680301488927?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1768493680301488927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1768493680301488927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1768493680301488927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1768493680301488927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-as-bitter-as-coffee-nothing-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4266872523676425120</id><published>2008-09-24T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:37:53.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos are not going well. As you can see I lost all motivation to study or work anymore so I'm here. Math was unfuckingbelievable. So much for abbdd. Just let me promote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4266872523676425120?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4266872523676425120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4266872523676425120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4266872523676425120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4266872523676425120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-are-not-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8907377138074420937</id><published>2008-09-21T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:42:32.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROMOS TOMORROW HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I have two papers tomorrow which essentially equates to four papers cos GP paper one and two and then there's bahasa paper which consists of karangan and compre. Awesome. Well could be worse. At least it's not sastera paper. Bahasa paper you can (somewhat) bullshit your way through (I hope) but sastera need to study and store information which my brain cannot take. But I end at fourrrrrr. Whinesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh feels so surreal. Haha drama sia, baru promos. Delirious. K la bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;abbdd please ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8907377138074420937?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8907377138074420937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8907377138074420937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8907377138074420937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8907377138074420937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-tomorrow-hahahahahahahhaahhahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-3730799425367116778</id><published>2008-09-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:50:00.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget whatever I said about having worked relatively hard. Today I came to the conclusion that there's no way I'm passing math even though I so badly want to. And yet I try and try and try and waste so many damn hours on it and I don't know why I bother because I'm sure it doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Farhanah would put it, I damn anger now sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-3730799425367116778?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/3730799425367116778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=3730799425367116778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3730799425367116778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3730799425367116778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/forget-whatever-i-said-about-having.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7782327787181075470</id><published>2008-09-18T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:05:39.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at a state of inertia (WAH WAH PHYSICS TERM AND I HAVEN'T TAKEN PHYSICS SINCE SEC2). I don't know what to do. I'm disillusioned. Half of me wants to give myself a pat cos I think I've been working relatively hard (by my standards la ok so don't judge) but the other half wants to slap this half because both halves know that it's not hard enough. Then again nothing's ever enough. I miss being/feeling smart like was/did say five years ago (PSLE HAHAHA). Psle my ass. Welcome to the real world. Also, I blogged twice tonight (although the other was just two words HUR). Wow such productivity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7782327787181075470?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7782327787181075470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7782327787181075470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7782327787181075470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7782327787181075470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-at-state-of-inertia-wah-wah-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8844554118105165095</id><published>2008-09-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:45:12.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLITZZZZZ WRISTZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8844554118105165095?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8844554118105165095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8844554118105165095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8844554118105165095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8844554118105165095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/slitzzzzz-wristzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-5490474397818813834</id><published>2008-09-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:00:00.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a special day because someone turns eleven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244421540547501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SMftmuC9n5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/CpXAKl25Fy8/s320/P6141183+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though she has called me all sorts of unflattering terms like yam, coke monster, sumo wrestler, rice gunny sack, ball, etc etc (you get the point), and even though she likes to abuse me by poking/pinching/chopping off my limbs and feeding them to cows (even though cows are herbivores) or chopping off my head and use it to play volleyball, I love her all the same because she is my favourite ka kaak (like I have any other hur) and coach (again, like I have any other) and lawyer and poet and superwoman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday [: I love you x infinity ^ infinity haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't grow up please? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-5490474397818813834?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/5490474397818813834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=5490474397818813834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5490474397818813834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5490474397818813834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-special-day-because-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SMftmuC9n5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/CpXAKl25Fy8/s72-c/P6141183+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-6896293493301688062</id><published>2008-08-31T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:57:58.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GEE, thanks Amelina for that hugeass reminder on your blog. Freaking screwed. The bright side is that it'll be over in less than a month. The darker side after the bright side is that there's barely time to take a breath before the whole damn cycle starts again and after that, it's Do or Die. And for the record, I don't want to die. I know I'm not going to kick ass at promos but please let me survive it and please leave me with enough faith and fuel to kick the the bloody asses of the Cambridge papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Happy Fasting everyone. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-6896293493301688062?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/6896293493301688062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=6896293493301688062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6896293493301688062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6896293493301688062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/08/gee-thanks-amelina-for-that-hugeass.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-9132997517389011402</id><published>2008-08-28T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:21:03.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate juniors. Stupid exams over and stupid school starts on 2 Feb for them next year. WHAT IS THIS. BLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, have been rather angsty. (Hehe it rhymes) Well. At least no lessons for one week!!!!! EXCITED!!! Actually no, have to come back for math and there's pw OH MY GOD PW IS A PAIN IN THE ASS (HOLE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-9132997517389011402?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/9132997517389011402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=9132997517389011402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/9132997517389011402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/9132997517389011402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-juniors.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1162025429626039976</id><published>2008-08-10T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:22:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO START STUDYING WHEN THERE'S A PERPETUAL MOUNTAIN OF WORK WAITING TO BE DONE. HUH HUH. TELL ME. TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVEN'T SHOPPED IN A FEW EONS (NO NOT EVEN GSS) AND IT'S MAKING ME SAD BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR WHEN I GO OUT (WHICH I DON'T SO TECHNICALLY THERE'S NO PROBLEM) BUT THAT MEANS I HAVE LESS OF A LIFE THAN AMELINA (AMELINA! WHO STAYS IN SCHOOL TO STUDY TILL 10PM!) WHICH IS PLAIN DEPRESSING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1162025429626039976?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1162025429626039976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1162025429626039976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1162025429626039976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1162025429626039976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-someone-tell-me-how-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7072151193655499514</id><published>2008-08-04T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:43.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, before it becomes 5th August.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tribute to Brighty [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to start with this photo because. Well, we just Have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJceOrLXbdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/abdfXxiBUAY/s1600-h/The+Furniture+Mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230682729671519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJceOrLXbdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/abdfXxiBUAY/s320/The+Furniture+Mall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684508777132418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcf2O3MsYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iuylXFwgam0/s320/drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcdlOXKBGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6pH-Z9KcMo8/s1600-h/P8040613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230682017561707618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcdlOXKBGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6pH-Z9KcMo8/s320/P8040613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcdEL3-z3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/L9c_lBnoYLo/s1600-h/2+feb+08!+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681449958395762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcdEL3-z3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/L9c_lBnoYLo/s320/2+feb+08!+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcclW4KKDI/AAAAAAAAAko/E8OjN9sIbZs/s1600-h/P8050619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230680920335984690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcclW4KKDI/AAAAAAAAAko/E8OjN9sIbZs/s320/P8050619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684061531978978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcfcMvpPOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/hn7TjbXAcno/s320/BAHAS%2B%252707%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJccG6JL-5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/wR7u9k5lDTM/s1600-h/totally+gay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230680397226703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJccG6JL-5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/wR7u9k5lDTM/s320/totally+gay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcbssGSQSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BwZzKxmo-6s/s1600-h/esplanade+stairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230679946779836706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcbssGSQSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BwZzKxmo-6s/s320/esplanade+stairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcbRP6J04I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Jg8OV2XBKr0/s1600-h/esplanade+jump+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230679475356291970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcbRP6J04I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Jg8OV2XBKr0/s320/esplanade+jump+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcavInxxuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_QQrbPpexaw/s1600-h/BAHAS%2B%252707%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678889284617954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcavInxxuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_QQrbPpexaw/s320/BAHAS%2B%252707%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, we have to end with this photo because again, we just Have to. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230684955871575762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJcgQQa0ftI/AAAAAAAAAlY/buLQaOcznzQ/s320/BAHAS+%2707+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been one year, can you believe it. One year since finals, one year since 4 August fiasco. One year and so much has changed. Okay I digress, focus Maryam focus. Hmm. The pictures speak for themselves don't they? Thank you Brighty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the sun shines, we shine together. [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7072151193655499514?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7072151193655499514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7072151193655499514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7072151193655499514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7072151193655499514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-before-it-becomes-5th-august.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SJceOrLXbdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/abdfXxiBUAY/s72-c/The+Furniture+Mall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4956358479582152882</id><published>2008-08-02T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:29:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Charlie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NUMBER THREE PLEASE COME SOON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4956358479582152882?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4956358479582152882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4956358479582152882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4956358479582152882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4956358479582152882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-charlie.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1286552615488231012</id><published>2008-07-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:57:39.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to the doctor and he prescribed tranquillizers for me. Also, he thinks I'm mad. He's probably right. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw the whole Brazillian team in their bus! Of course I only recognised Ronaldinho (who looks way less ugly in real life) haha but exciting nonetheless. Too bad my stalker instincts kicked in a bit too slow. We stared at them with no reaction and they stared at us with equally stoned expressions. Yes yes should've waved or something tsk stop reminding me. Attempted to tail them but there was security hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of Moody Mary week. Tomorrow marks the start of Merry Mary week.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding hurrrrr but well if all's in vain there's always tranquillizers! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why life so tough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1286552615488231012?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1286552615488231012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1286552615488231012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1286552615488231012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1286552615488231012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-went-to-doctor-and-he.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-3209747386065773315</id><published>2008-07-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:46.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats to TJ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Atiqah for winning best speaker hmm I think it's because she decided to cease being sombong and start being friendly to me. So good job. Heh. And to Nabilah for winning that hugeass overall best trophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many things to say but can't/don't know how to. So let's leave it at that. Thank you Nad Wani Haris and especially cikgu for everything. Sorry if I've ever snapped at you or hurt your feelings or made your life difficult by asking stupid questions, etc etc. I love you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thank you to everyone who came down and cheered your hearts out esp Kak Mai haha whose voice could distinctly be heard all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224770915805841794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIdd0VmSYI/AAAAAAAAAio/yZB-MhlNHrk/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;THANK YOU Dian for buying and painstakingly painting the shirts. And everyone else for wearing it. Sayang korang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771890255883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIeWicl60I/AAAAAAAAAiw/3cHEM0P2KUs/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sheilaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Thank you for being The Most Understanding go-to person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224772445064260002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIe21RN6aI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IOwtSRiaKn0/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224773262097167202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIfmY9Cs2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/7lv7lcJ2eHE/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224775482819175698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIhnpybZRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2_Qd38SUIUU/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224776749094618786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIixXCBRqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-N_E7An2BYc/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224777675301716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIjnRbAA2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Wc4h81AKh2U/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224778950265911250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIkxfCJt9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/X2Th84Zeu78/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224779335921432642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIlH7tl-EI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TqZy63doDlE/s320/P7181281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The one who means the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224781502652481074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIInGDah_jI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aq2wRMarR2E/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RJ Bahas 08.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-3209747386065773315?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/3209747386065773315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=3209747386065773315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3209747386065773315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/3209747386065773315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/07/congrats-to-tj-d-and-atiqah-for-winning.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SIIdd0VmSYI/AAAAAAAAAio/yZB-MhlNHrk/s72-c/IMG_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-5910889028353056140</id><published>2008-07-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:46.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD HELLO CYBER WORLD I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I have not fixed the 9437291472194791 problems I'm having with Charlie (Yes that's my lappie's name. Don't ask) so I'm using old lappie which is being surprisingly obedient and good today. Pats pats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait must tell story of my bday surprise (which was actually Really a surprise!) like I'd promised long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kak Guy was all "I need 2 hours of your time on 21st!" and I was like huh okay even though I was so reluctant to leave my hell-hole of a room cos well I was having too much fun studying two days before CTs. So early in the morning (fine, like 10am but that's damn early if you follow holiday time) she came to fetch me but instead of walking towards Vivi, she led me to the back of my block. Of course at this point I knew something was up. And then, and then, and then.... I saw Sheila Soff Nissa hiding in a corner, frantically attempting to light candles on a bday cake! Hahahaha they were as surprised to see me as I was to see them. Priceless. So after the "Oh my god"s and laughing hysterically were done, we sat at my void deck and stared at each other cos well my very smart friends had no plates/knife/fork whatsoever. I bet it was on purpose haha. So we ended up at my place and Kak Guy got to confront her fear yay three cheers for her. [: And damn touched cos they came all the way to my house, especially Soff who lives at like Woodlands?! That's almost Johor. Love you all heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221032790664752130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTVqTA9LAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cv-yUWlcquA/s320/P6211234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033097016234978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTV8IQ10-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/hxhPDUSqdgE/s320/P6271264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033352548743426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTWLAMieQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6O7yHf2RwVc/s320/P6211236.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033590777721170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTWY3qwMVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aehirOgBhiw/s320/P6211247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221033905948752274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTWrNxYeZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yOXeL6RRH8U/s320/P6211249.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221034257125049330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTW_qAVg_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/H_ZBIKhjMT0/s320/P6211252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such ugly photos bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else. CTs over, results are Awesome thusfar. Like woohoo. Let's hope no more S for the last two subjects hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semis are over too. Finals here we come. Dejavu for Dinie, Atiqah and I. If by any chance Atiqah is reading this, yes I've eaten today, how about you? Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RJ vs TJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRI 18th JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm Woodlands Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring pompoms and loud cheering voices :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-5910889028353056140?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/5910889028353056140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=5910889028353056140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5910889028353056140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/5910889028353056140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god-hello-cyber-world-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SHTVqTA9LAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/cv-yUWlcquA/s72-c/P6211234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-7924146234208898162</id><published>2008-06-26T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:53:13.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEMI FINALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Madrasah Aljunied(!) vs RJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRI 4TH JULY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3PM WOODLANDS LIBRARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second match. First is tj vs maarif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang jangan tak datang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-7924146234208898162?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/7924146234208898162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=7924146234208898162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7924146234208898162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/7924146234208898162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/06/semi-finals-madrasah-aljunied-vs-rj-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8412895242750763140</id><published>2008-06-18T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:34:40.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8412895242750763140?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8412895242750763140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8412895242750763140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8412895242750763140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8412895242750763140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/06/three.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-8113199958191860220</id><published>2008-06-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:48.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESS WHO'S SCREWED FOR CTS. No really, guess. Ok la, it's meeeeeeeeeee! ): If you're Not screwed for cts (i.e you've been studying from dawn to dusk, like say, Amelina) then I so don't want to speak to you. But if you haven't been doing so, then cheers to you I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL tomorrow. Quarters on thurs and till then my mind won't be at peace so there goes precious mugging time. Slits wrists. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures cos they make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney/ikea/settlers day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211357808120082882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ2UMZ0scI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C6CGzSj71lk/s320/P6061132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358357571967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ20LRXGJI/AAAAAAAAAgI/USFoTRcnpBE/s320/P6061139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358574935602098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ3A1A487I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xGSkAq8w9cI/s320/P6061144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358796065761794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ3NsybagI/AAAAAAAAAgY/9aXenrltmaY/s320/P6061145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211360050526826322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ4WuBQL1I/AAAAAAAAAgo/PHGcPLcnhMk/s320/P6061150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211360636871091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ442UnpvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iYkfQ6m48uQ/s320/P6061152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211362521836413986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ6mkXX5CI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Wakx9tjHEFo/s320/P6061156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211362825949452450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ64RRkmKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/MJNaz4gDJgE/s320/P6061162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211363624927753682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ7mxs19dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pxXE15NUWDM/s320/P6061166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211364041636121922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ7_CD3DUI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9ajYD978bnI/s320/P6061170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because not only kids can eat Swensen's kids meals (assuming you don't consider me a kid. Which I am la sebenarnya.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211364597318881186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ8fYI9D6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/lgYJsFK_yNg/s320/P6071173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211364838969057298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ8tcW2IBI/AAAAAAAAAhg/rlOdOTztlMo/s320/P6071175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is such a horrible photo tsk you should see the fries. They're in the shape of moon and stars. Moon and stars! Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND COME MEET MY FRIEND!!!! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211365665138556450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ9diFAPiI/AAAAAAAAAho/Rjmk6EyGzV4/s320/P6071172edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vivi Ghazali. [: She's Hot and Sexy and she obviously likes me cos she is so grinning in the picture. Sometimes she wails and throws tantrums but that's only cos her mummy sometimes scolds/abuses her. But she's a good kid. Pats. Happy advanced 1st birthmonth Vivi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;RJ vs PJ&lt;br /&gt;19th June 08&lt;br /&gt;3pm(?) or somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;Tampines Regional Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come? Kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-8113199958191860220?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/8113199958191860220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=8113199958191860220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8113199958191860220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/8113199958191860220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-whos-screwed-for-cts.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SFJ2UMZ0scI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C6CGzSj71lk/s72-c/P6061132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-6225619396328517601</id><published>2008-06-02T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:04:28.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally home! Hello TV and lappie and toilet and Bed and Pillows. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintan was Fun! One of the few camps that I truly enjoyed I think heh. I didn't like reflections whatsoever (because I think everyone is just forced to say politcally correct things most of the time) but I enjoyed the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mangrove planting. Walking barefooted in knee-deep mud (cos shoes kept getting Stuck so I gave up) was Fun!&lt;br /&gt;2) Rafting. Which was rather erm unsuccessful cos our raft broke apart halfway hahaha but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;3) Trekking. Or should I say, Bashing through the forest. Never would I have thought that I'd literally bash through the forest but I did! Yes bash, like walking through Thick, Dense forest, stepping on and killing about 3719493214 plants in the process. Lots of scatches hur but surprisingly very few bites. The best part? If we'd taken the civilised path (ie the road) we would've reached in ten minutes as opposed to 2 hours! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;4) Dragon boating. Which was funner than I'd expected. And I didn't get seasick. Pats self. And no one gave up paddling till we won the race! Woo so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;5) BBQ/Campfire. Oh my god I ate like a Pig. Like really. But there was just so much good food and especially after three tiring days of nonsense food, it was heavenly. Campfire was quite fun haha laughing at people with amer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I won't miss:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not being able to shower for the first one and a half days. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;2) The toilet or more specifically the showers. Like seriously the some of the curtains arent very useful at all tsk. Thank god I got cubicles further away from the door. Even though one of them, the curtains didnt cover fully so I bathed with my shirt on hahaha and took everything off for only 10 seconds haha. Talk about paranoid. And excessive information heh.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stupid insects and the bites. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;4) Actually that's all I can think of heh I Kinda miss everything else. Yes, including sleeping in tents with a rock underneath as my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and who could forget the hundreds/thousands of stars and the beautiful sand and sea and sunrise and sunsets. Amazing. Quite sad that I had to leave early cos apparently C4 won best subgroup for Charlie and Jarius won best male leader or something. Coolios right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, perkampungan. It was quite fun I guess. Met lots of people hur and watched lots of matches which could get quite agonizing at times. But Shit Exhausting cos we didn't sleep on Saturday night preparing for prelims. And since Haris and I just came back from Bintan we were barely functioning. Prelims was _____ (insert appropriate adjective) but we're through to quarters and that's all that matters. I think. We'll see. Congrats to everyone else who made it through too. Toured around, talked, ate, talked, toured and then home where I immediately slept like a log (after showering of course HUR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how I spent the first week of my holidays. DON'T WANT TO STUDY. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-6225619396328517601?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/6225619396328517601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=6225619396328517601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6225619396328517601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6225619396328517601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-home-hello-tv-and-lappie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-151835380686340422</id><published>2008-05-21T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:50.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I sat for my first ever official test in Rj yay! Exciting! Hur hur hur. Such chaos regarding the sitting plan tsk. It wasn't bad in the sense that I didn't like totally blank out and had nothing to write, but it was bad in the sense that I blanked out and had nothing to write. Tak faham? Me too. I'm sleepy so don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Long overdue pictures. So what if I'm ketinggalan zaman. Don't judge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202801865838383122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQQuzoJUBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5jt2kX0vpuE/s320/DSC02739.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202805950352281634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQUcjoJUCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/D0PE8nauB0E/s320/DSC02837.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202807496540508210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQV2joJUDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/05fzbNmmJYs/s320/DSC02706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot sadikin. Oooh sizzle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202808029116452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQWVjoJUEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/iKzPomeSG-E/s320/DSC06830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fierce minahs, yo. (and a cleaner in the midst) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202808527332659282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQWyjoJUFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-pt6jukVeDM/s320/P5101048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sufiyan my favourite triangle boy cum clubbing mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202809665498992738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQX0zoJUGI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TNZIzXZSL34/s320/P5101053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The one who did kain putih scene with a dislocated shoulder. Respect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810279679316082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQYYjoJUHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CJ43j_9mCD0/s320/P5101060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mula-mula, aku pergi ke... Kelab disko!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202811001233821826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQZCjoJUII/AAAAAAAAAeg/mS_cWC4GEdE/s320/IMG_6615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDD! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202811460795322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQZdToJUJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/s4WgexyFHyM/s320/P5101067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mr President! Wah gua gentar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And last but not leastttttt... The mastermind behind it all! Kak Maiiiiiiiii! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202811959011528866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQZ6ToJUKI/AAAAAAAAAew/KQiFeIntmds/s320/P5101064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't find my Taa picture. ): Anyway, I miss drama, don't you? Tiring as hell but fun! Everyone kicked ass that night. I think if not for drama, the whole MCS population would still not acknowledge each other's presence along the corridors whatsoever haha.&lt;/p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day we had bahas erm "reunion"! Which was more like 07 team plus Nad for awhile, and then replaced by Hanis. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202814505927135410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQcOjoJULI/AAAAAAAAAe4/E5_s1J4mKG8/s320/P5111072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202814815164780738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQcgjoJUMI/AAAAAAAAAfA/eMpCQWafomg/s320/P5111082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Very belated birthday girl heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202815218891706578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQc4DoJUNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jUqdnEpu6uc/s320/P5111095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202815545309221090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQdLDoJUOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UMp14iP6XgQ/s320/P5111105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally! After Ten shots. TEN. Moral of the story: Don't get Kak Guy to take jump shots hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202816417187582194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQd9zoJUPI/AAAAAAAAAfY/9ckIxb648wA/s320/P5111112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Holy Guardian [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202818014915416322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQfazoJUQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jkjmpfuBGTY/s320/P5111116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202818212483911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQfmToJURI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pMbFUlpUFcA/s320/good_job_kak_mary_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Because I was a Complete Wreck hur hur such a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202818835254169890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQgKjoJUSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/E_OQp4pL2r0/s320/P5111118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay I love pictures they make me happy. When are holidays going to comeeeeeee. Annoyed. Ok I'm off to do lit now. Anti-climatic eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-151835380686340422?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/151835380686340422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=151835380686340422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/151835380686340422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/151835380686340422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-sat-for-my-first-ever-official.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SDQQuzoJUBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5jt2kX0vpuE/s72-c/DSC02739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-1506155015296903181</id><published>2008-05-14T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T04:00:53.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like sometimes it doesnt even matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMY INY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-1506155015296903181?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/1506155015296903181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=1506155015296903181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1506155015296903181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/1506155015296903181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/05/seems-like-sometimes-it-doesnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-501452348310236782</id><published>2008-04-27T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:52.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humans are truly powerless, dont you think? There's only so much we can do but ultimately we don't get to decide the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we wanted to win but you know, at the end of the day everyone gave their Best and there are no regrets. Soff was Awesome, the best she's ever been. Siti did good considering her very first match was during Finals, against a school like Sji and was the only newbie in a team of experienced debators. Sheila was just Sheila and won best speaker. Liza was Amazing like how she usually is. We put up a good fight and there is So Much to be proud of cos everyone has grown so much. So truly no regrets and many great memories, no? I love all of you. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of Kak Guy's rg kids were there. It's quite amazing to think of how far rg bahas has come aye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193865897878272658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRRhA4MupI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/U-Hp0Xs74B4/s320/P4260939.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193869080449039042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRUaQ4MusI/AAAAAAAAAco/zIscUaoVZkY/s320/P4260940.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;07 team which, in my opinion, is The Best team. Of course, I'm a tad biased. Hur. And Nissa is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193866920080489138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRScg4MurI/AAAAAAAAAcg/USQWIPIDHao/s320/P4260945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;08 team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that all Eleven of us squeezed into Cikgu's car haha. Siti was sitting with Kak Guy in front while the rest of us were stacked on top of each other (like uno stacko). It was so funny cos everyone stared in horror/disgust/shock at how many people there were in the car haha. Siti who had an extremely comfortable seat considering the circumstances was complaining and make noise when the rest of us at the back were in pain. Tsk tsk tsk. Went to eat at T2 SwensEns where Nad H (and cikgu) were bullying me hur. Actually, I think Everyone bullied me yesterday, even Lita and Siti. Of course I know that's just everyone's way of displaying their undying love for me. Hur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sent Nad H home, then the rest went bowling. They bowled, I watched hah cos bowling is something I don't enjoy At All. Enjoyed watching though. Haha. Liza and Nad owe us forfeits hur hur hur cos they had to leave before we could think of anything. And then there were four. So Sheila Soff Kak Guy and I went roaming and gained two friends from those one dollar machines where the claw thing grabs the toy? Yup. And being the kids that we are, we played at the playground hur and terrorised the real little kids while waiting for cab. But it was fun heh and I think the kids had fun watching us too haha. I miss being a kid. Though I still act like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193869844953217746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRVGw4MutI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zRKVCEWrTGw/s320/P4260971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193872086926146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRXJQ4MuuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Q-K1OC7vpLE/s320/P4260992.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sheila is in an odd position here haha. Spot our new friends! Dorydory and Soshim. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193873057588755186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRYBw4MuvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Dp67T6ryf3I/s320/P4260981.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Super cute kid who refused to layan Kak Guy heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193873499970386690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRYbg4MuwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/w8XGFt_nEUw/s320/P4261001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193874148510448402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRZBQ4MuxI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/acizJ6qmrcQ/s320/P4261011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193874470632995618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRZUA4MuyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZopSQEXNQ54/s320/P4261009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;You know I'm generally not very fond of kids but they were too cute. The one in &lt;s&gt;pink&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;is so prettyyyy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875269496912690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRaCg4MuzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DsPsAz77qYU/s320/P4261015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this picture a lot, don't know why haha. Oh my god something Hilarious happened after Kak Guy crawled out from the tunnel thing. Let's leave it at that before she slaughters me. But hahahhahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've grown to love bahas and the people involved so very much, more than I ever thought I would. It's been Amazing and that's a Humongous understatement. Even this year when I wasn't part of team, I felt like I belonged cos certain bonds you just can't break. I'll miss coming down to crash their practices, the car rides, the cab rides with Sheila, Liza's nonsense jokes and songs, Soff's constant bullying. Kak Guy has been the most Fantastic coach anyone could ever ask for, she's such godsend. Just recall prelims 07 and you'd realise how much we've all grown. I'm glad we're as close on a personal level as we are now, both with regard to brighty and between me and her. We couldn't have done anything without her and I'm truly thankful she's around. Reunion come soon please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up, RJ bahas. Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-501452348310236782?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/501452348310236782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=501452348310236782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/501452348310236782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/501452348310236782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/04/humans-are-truly-powerless-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/SBRRhA4MupI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/U-Hp0Xs74B4/s72-c/P4260939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-6655586783246158503</id><published>2008-04-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:24:59.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm like, their publicity manager heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BH Bahas Finals!&lt;br /&gt;26 April 2008, 10 am&lt;br /&gt;RGS vs SJI&lt;br /&gt;Auditorium Masjid Sultan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME DOWN TO SUPPORT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-6655586783246158503?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/6655586783246158503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=6655586783246158503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6655586783246158503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/6655586783246158503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/04/because-im-like-their-publicity-manager.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-2414083490860600890</id><published>2008-04-06T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:53.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Saturday was one of the most Awesome days I've had in a long time. Haha. Thank you Cikgu, Haris, NAD and Nurul for helping although she slengerly couldn't come cos she got locked in her house hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;KAK GUY &lt;/strong&gt; (who is only the Most Awesome person Ever) for patiently entertaining my calls/messages throughout the week (actually I disturb her all the time la heh) and for coming down though she was late to meet Rg (and got screwed by Cikgu /:) and for the cookie/chocs heh. And for her lucky number! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU! [: And yes I'm announcing to the world that I owe you a tub of B&amp;J plus anything else that you want. Betul tak bedek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Wani and Dian for coming down too! And everyone for the well wishes! Sayang korang. :D Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;natalie                       ------- says:&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;natalie                       ------- says:&lt;br /&gt;SAYA TAHU KAMU BAGUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu nampak. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jtYKAqO9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SNvF2nmNlF0/s1600-h/DSCF6432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jtYKAqO9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SNvF2nmNlF0/s320/DSCF6432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186155970176891858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jtzKAqO-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Fi_AdHNSic8/s1600-h/DSCF6434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jtzKAqO-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Fi_AdHNSic8/s320/DSCF6434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156434033359842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_judaAqO_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/mHry5ytIv1I/s1600-h/DSCF6437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_judaAqO_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/mHry5ytIv1I/s320/DSCF6437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157159882832882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then! Rg kicked ass too! Unsurprisingly of course. Haha. Everyone was awesome considering the circumstances/strange topics like Liza's Abdullah Badawi and Soff's tailong hahaha. Well at least we didn't get "buah epal lebih berkhasiat daripada buah oren" or "britney spears boleh bangkit sebagai penyanyi yang handal" or something like that. And Hanis' debut performance wasn't bad at all. That's not all, Sheila tak nak kalah kan, she won one of the five best pemidato awards! Out of 84 people. WACAYASAMALU SEY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat after that, everyone was somewhat zombiefied. Had a very belated birthday celebration for Soff/Sheila with an almost liquidefied cake hahaha. SOFF AND KAK GUY KEPT TEAMING UP TO BULLY ME. Stop it sey! ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you all la. Yes including Cikgu who broke my heart last week hah! Dah tak merajuk lagi hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jvh6AqPAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xp7r2r5l8oY/s1600-h/P4050920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jvh6AqPAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xp7r2r5l8oY/s320/P4050920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186158336703872002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jwBKAqPBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jLjR_8_hdzg/s1600-h/P4050918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jwBKAqPBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jLjR_8_hdzg/s320/P4050918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186158873574784018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jxJqAqPCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PEMY86dKnyA/s1600-h/P4050924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jxJqAqPCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PEMY86dKnyA/s320/P4050924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160119115299874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jxdaAqPDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/2uuuILqRYq8/s1600-h/P4050925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jxdaAqPDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/2uuuILqRYq8/s320/P4050925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160458417716274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jxuqAqPEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/35z-DdvD36M/s1600-h/P4050917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jxuqAqPEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/35z-DdvD36M/s320/P4050917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160754770459714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SEMI-FINALS: &lt;strong&gt;RGS vs SJI&lt;/strong&gt; (hur hur hur), WEST SPRING (they are Good sia!) vs CEDAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME DOWN TO SUPPORT PLEASE. DONT GO FOR ORA. &lt;strong&gt;12 APRIL 10AM AUDITORIUM MASJID SULTAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE THERE OR BE SQUARE. Erm. Just be there la ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-2414083490860600890?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/2414083490860600890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=2414083490860600890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2414083490860600890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/2414083490860600890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-saturday-was-one-of-most-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R_jtYKAqO9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/SNvF2nmNlF0/s72-c/DSCF6432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29107290.post-4440381185433962736</id><published>2008-03-16T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:34:54.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT IS FREAKING SUNDAY. WHICH MEANS TOMORROW IS MONDAY. WHICH MEANS. FREAKING SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ok with the caps. So yes one whole week has flown by and what productive things has Maryam done? Like nothing. Baik. At this rate, straight As are totally in the bag. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my tarian debut on Tuesday. Thank you, thank you, hold your applause please. It was erm okay. I was just going through the motions and praying nothing stupid happens. So it has been fun overall, though I'm not sure I'd want to get involved in any other tarian things cos I'm freaking ungraceful like that. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9ziGPQTEnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JClp2kGvuWw/s1600-h/P3110841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9ziGPQTEnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JClp2kGvuWw/s320/P3110841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178262268371210866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zia_QTEoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XD2x5Tlu1PA/s1600-h/P3110858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zia_QTEoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XD2x5Tlu1PA/s320/P3110858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178262624853496450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zjOPQTEpI/AAAAAAAAAag/k_ZarCJ79fg/s1600-h/P3110868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zjOPQTEpI/AAAAAAAAAag/k_ZarCJ79fg/s320/P3110868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178263505321792146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zj7vQTEqI/AAAAAAAAAao/B9Hj0IF_UFg/s1600-h/P3110861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zj7vQTEqI/AAAAAAAAAao/B9Hj0IF_UFg/s320/P3110861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178264287005840034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Hab/full length photos are with Hab tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was erm "class" outing. There was Four people at any point in time. At first there was Yingqi Changzhong Nat and me, and we braved the pouring rain to make our way to Settlers only to discover it was Freaking Closed. Awesome right. So we stoned and we stoned and Yingqi was all "What-ever, I am so going to leave soon" so she did when Justin came. He led the way (still in the pouring rain, mind you) to Mind Cafe. Finally, salvation! Apart from an Irritating bunch of hyenas in the cafe. It wasn't too bad once we started playing games. Changzhong won all and I think I lost all, awesomezzz. Oh yes, and a lot of bitching in between. Naturally, since Nat was there. I had donuts after that which made me happy (and probably 5kg heavier). Cinnamon chocolate ftwwwwww. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Bitching Session #2 with angklung buddies (HAHA!). Nat was all touch ruggy and came covered in mud like helloooo we totally didnt want to be seen with her. The session consisted of Nat talking about a whole bunch of random people (half of whom we've never heard of) but it was fun and educational hehe. We sat we ate we talked then lameo Crystal had to leave so the rest of us went to shop at Carrefour! Hehehe how domestic, no? But it was quite fun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Minah day! Like finally. I was quite grumpy hmm sorry kawans. Heh. I enjoyed Step Up 2 despite the predictable plot (alliteration!) and cheesy script heh. I love Moose. [: Toured town and our friends went nuts at Zara haha. I went nuts at the kids section hehe like I can totally wear the dresses cos like the measurements for 13-14 year olds are suited for 162cm and we all know that is my height exactly right. [: And the baby things make me want to have a baby. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zrBfQTErI/AAAAAAAAAaw/025WMlMkM3Y/s1600-h/P3140894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zrBfQTErI/AAAAAAAAAaw/025WMlMkM3Y/s320/P3140894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178272082371482290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zrSvQTEsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NBNIpi_CBIA/s1600-h/P3140904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zrSvQTEsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NBNIpi_CBIA/s320/P3140904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178272378724225730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zriPQTEtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UbAoxthWQCc/s1600-h/P3140909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zriPQTEtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UbAoxthWQCc/s320/P3140909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178272645012198098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zrzvQTEuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/O2WCmfPF82M/s1600-h/P3140905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9zrzvQTEuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/O2WCmfPF82M/s320/P3140905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178272945659908834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was stay-home day and Maryam did her Malay homework. -pats self- And today I went for Madrasah prize-giving! Hehe exciting right? Erm nope because the mosque was like somewhere in Jurong West. And we all know how Near that is from Bedok right. So I was all "what on earth am I doing, totally should've ponned" but it was all good cos I met ustazah(!!!!). [: [: [: Whom I missed very much heh. Only saw her for five seconds at first but at the end of it she called to tell me to meet her (and Kak Izza hehe) upstairs where they were having their camp as part of their assessment like what we did last year.  I know, like Kak Izza totally doesnt have CTs tomorrow right. Heh. Ustazah asked me how I was like three times heh like I totally missed her so she made my day. And then! I met Ivan(!!!) somewhere in Jurong haha. Like what are the chances right. He was amused at the sight of me in tudung tsk. Come for the next og outing please so we can bitch together! So I am a happy girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TOMORROW IS DOOMS DAY. WAILS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29107290-4440381185433962736?l=merkz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/feeds/4440381185433962736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29107290&amp;postID=4440381185433962736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4440381185433962736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29107290/posts/default/4440381185433962736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merkz.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-freaking-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09826759360557258442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-3G4hVgewc/R9ziGPQTEnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JClp2kGvuWw/s72-c/P3110841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
