<?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-7055406026681195038</id><updated>2012-01-15T18:51:25.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Claps.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5469830885655715395</id><published>2010-06-16T19:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:46:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks Fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:500%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;SPEECHLESS&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Come on, ask me questions, tell me something, talk to me or express your feelings (or bitch about me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;whatever you like&lt;/span&gt;.) on my Formspring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's only a click away, yo.I'm bored and i've yet to complete my holiday assignment.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTERTAIN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5469830885655715395?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5469830885655715395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5469830885655715395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/06/sparks-fly.html' title='Sparks Fly.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-649879137153597150</id><published>2010-06-07T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:56:42.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/TA0j9hdvmgI/AAAAAAAAA10/Om66MHEKoGY/s1600/Airplanehome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/TA0j9hdvmgI/AAAAAAAAA10/Om66MHEKoGY/s320/Airplanehome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480075861441878530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pause for an hour to watch Jersey Shore online&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A speck of Naddy's life for June so far.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired &amp;amp; Sick of dancing. Aesthetic Night &amp;amp; YOG is drawing fcuking near. Damn my life, i feel so lifeless. Went for family chalet last Saturday. Saw my two MIA cousins. I called Cuzzie Fee rambut cause his hair like so loing macam surferboy. Now, he was given the name Abang Gatsby. Got pissed off the moment i arrived as i headed to the Wild Wild Wet to supervise Fafan to play (yes, supervise and i did not play). I was effed up as kids splash water all over me (i was swearing at them throughout. HAHAHA!). Then followed Aunt Fid, Uncle Ringo, Kak Hills and Cuzzie Kaz to take some stuffs. The journey was long and fun. We talk about how we love raps and hip hop. Then we were given a common black name by uncle Ringo. I was given Naddy Shanene, Kak Hills became Hilmah LaToya and Cuzzie Kaz became Kaz Cooper. Suker hati uhh -.-". Then, ouh! I love this part. Uncle Ringo condemn Kpop. AHAHAHAHA! Okay, jahat. I know. Went bowling after midnight and went back at 3. Sleepover. Morning, clean up the place cause damn, it's so messy. Had some of their (yes, theirs) friends over and we played some nonsensical games (because i don't like it, and you won't either). Then we chill and got home at 12. And then i've got YOG this morning which i was late for cause my bitchy handphone died and can't be switched on and the alarm did not go off. SUPER PATHETIC. I need a freaking break, yo. (and it's the holidays! can you believe that!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-649879137153597150?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/649879137153597150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/649879137153597150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/06/sparks.html' title='Sparks.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/TA0j9hdvmgI/AAAAAAAAA10/Om66MHEKoGY/s72-c/Airplanehome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3645232683282987368</id><published>2010-05-29T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:08:41.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/TADlTFOcG5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/kMM-Qq1SGqE/s1600/ohcrap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/TADlTFOcG5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/kMM-Qq1SGqE/s320/ohcrap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476629262865537938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SCREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; June Holiday's here. No, I'm not excited. You had no idea how busy i am this holidays. Here's my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://twitpic.com/1s3hyt"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I'm used to not having such a packed schedule, so I'm kind of pissed off. I love being bored staring at the blank space although i always complain about it. If you saw my schedule, then you will know how i will be spending my holiday on. Otherwise indicated, I'm free. Which is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I know it's the holidays. But i still have not received my Report Book yet since my parents aren't free for the Parent Teacher Meeting. (and i doubt i'm gonna get it any sooner) But yeah, the teachers went through the long-mark sheet with us. So yeah, I got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for English (which i think will drop cause there will be a change in English teachers and so far before the current one taught me, i usually got C5 or C6) Got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for Malay (this sucks, okay! I was hoping this would help me with my L1B5, but it's been B3 throughout the year.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;F9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for E Maths (which was a C6 last term), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for Combined Science (Chem/Phy) [all thanks to the bloody Physics paper i failed], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for Combined Humans (SS/Geog) [ thanks to the bloody Geography paper i failed (and never ever passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SHAME ON YOU, NADDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.)] and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for POA . In total, 31. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, i changed my twitter background &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3645232683282987368?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3645232683282987368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3645232683282987368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohcrap.html' title='Oh,crap.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/TADlTFOcG5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/kMM-Qq1SGqE/s72-c/ohcrap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1951408539801098921</id><published>2010-05-16T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:29:41.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing pavements.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; crap life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S-_I0uiAN7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/UlLmmtpCZAU/s1600/Naddystardoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S-_I0uiAN7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/UlLmmtpCZAU/s320/Naddystardoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471812880447846322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad things are now back on track. How about I get back to life? and.. you guys continue to follow me up on twitter, not forgetting, asking me stuffs on Formspring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Btw, replies are on the page itself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1951408539801098921?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1951408539801098921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1951408539801098921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/05/chasing-pavements.html' title='chasing pavements.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S-_I0uiAN7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/UlLmmtpCZAU/s72-c/Naddystardoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1151190064778571671</id><published>2010-05-14T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:01:29.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life at ruin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Naddy&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s life&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s at ruin&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before that, hello! I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S-z00hp6rjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/_2FndQsI4Mk/s1600/Mad+World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S-z00hp6rjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/_2FndQsI4Mk/s320/Mad+World.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471016830572867122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, i just had another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;disastrous week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Look, if your guess is the Mid Year Examinations, you're wrong. Actually, maybe that's half true. But there's another thing which is driving me crazy. Being home no longer feels like being home. The place i usually rather spend time at has become a place i despise of. I would usually look forward to home. But you. YOU. You, have ruin it all. I no longer feel like i belong. Maybe they feel the same as i do. You are the key problem. It's like a stranger step into your life, dominating it. And people just gives in.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't know why, but this had made me felt anguished, cheerless, annoyed, awkward, burdened, afflicted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Your presence had successfully ruin my happiness.&lt;/span&gt; I just can't tolerate this anymore. I need you to _____ off. Like, right now. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obviously no, this is not the only thing i'm pissed off with. Yes, i've got to agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Geography paper was manageable. But nahh, i'm still not confident that i can pass. I'm praying hard for this one cause, come on! Are you like freaking kidding me!? It's like never once did i pass after taking up Elective Geography. It's such a shameful situation. Social Studies' SBQ was difficult but the SEQ was just fine. Look, i don't have to describe every single thing, right? But yeah, things i might fail would be E Maths, Combine (Chem/Phy), Combine (SS/Geog) and maybe.. I don't want to continue any further cause i have already mentioned half of it. Oh no, i'm not looking forward for the report book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have a question. Should i just go to sleep now? Like now. and not wake up until everything's just fine? I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WANT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; TO HIBERNATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1151190064778571671?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1151190064778571671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1151190064778571671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-at-ruin.html' title='life at ruin.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S-z00hp6rjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/_2FndQsI4Mk/s72-c/Mad+World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3005223757568328142</id><published>2010-04-30T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:06:55.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A speck of Naddy's life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S9q5kBtd4_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/rkE_Gw90Fno/s1600/DSC01513edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S9q5kBtd4_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/rkE_Gw90Fno/s320/DSC01513edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885126353085426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; month &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;. That was utterly enough for me . So, now i've got nothing to say. Actually i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guilty. Cheating. Test. Innocence. Fear. Panic. My Best Friends Girl. Exams. Netball. FIT. Detention. Illusions. 2.4. Cramps. Aches. Rain. Wet Shoes. Waffles. Donuts. Odd. Running. Wonka Nerds. Secondary one memories. Life. Airplanes. Curses. Wind. McDonald. Vanilla Cone. Shooting Stars. Over. Drake. Mtv. Cable. 533. crap. Phone. That L word. Mr S. Fuffuxy. Stares. Wants. Laughs. Old times. Strings. Annoyance. Cries. Rest. Exception. Impressed.  Denial. Secrets. Possibilities. Front seat. Best seat. You-look-like-Jason-Derulo. Smiles. The Last Song. Nevermind Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told cha' so. Only a speck. Will be busy for MYE till 14 May, which is the last paper, POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NADDY'S OFF TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANOTHER &lt;/span&gt;BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be back soon *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;winks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3005223757568328142?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3005223757568328142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3005223757568328142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/04/speck-of-naddys-life.html' title='A speck of Naddy&apos;s life.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S9q5kBtd4_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/rkE_Gw90Fno/s72-c/DSC01513edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3706125426264274300</id><published>2010-03-22T23:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:43:38.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn ya,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S6eJ8ZTfz2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Luf0cuaJtfo/s1600-h/DSC04217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S6eJ8ZTfz2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Luf0cuaJtfo/s400/DSC04217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451477544633093986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;NADDY &lt;s&gt;WANTS&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEEDS&lt;/span&gt; A BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Okay, i wrote a whole bunch of paragraph and decided for the simplest.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IS STILL BEING UPDATED, YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so, move your butt and follow me up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not forgetting the constantly changing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3706125426264274300?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3706125426264274300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3706125426264274300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn-ya.html' title='Damn ya,'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S6eJ8ZTfz2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Luf0cuaJtfo/s72-c/DSC04217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5244368864342295436</id><published>2010-03-12T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:53:27.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEC 3 CAMP!! *screams*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S5tgMih8lLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4WxqUrVCJQA/s1600-h/3E5+camp+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S5tgMih8lLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4WxqUrVCJQA/s320/3E5+camp+walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448053942778631346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home early in the morning leaving without my phone, to be specific, not being able to tweet with my phone. The bus ride took hours. We rode the bus from school till we reached the Singapore Customs. It's cool that we needed to scan in our passports and scan our thumbprints to get pass through. Then it's a short bus ride till we reach the Malaysia Customs. Continued with a super long bus ride to our destination. In the bus, we already had nickies(nicknames) for our Trainers (cause we don't know their name yet). Yusri was labelled 'Hotstuff selenger' and Azman was labelled 'Attitude'. There's a story behind the names. Headed to dorm. I was scared to take the upper part of the bunk bed (cause there's no ladders). And am scared to sleep at the lower part cause the person which sleeps above me might just crash on me. Firstly, we had Paintball. Had a bruise on my left arm. Had Challenge Village (yes, we had to crawl under nets like armies did). Then there's Tree Climbing (which i tried very best to avoid). Then there's Blind Man's Trail. C'mon, i know we were just walking in that area (doesn't anyone realise we were walking and turning around continuously?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the first thing we did right after breakfast was to get down and dirty. There's Raft Building and then there's Jetty Jump. Hell, tell me bout' it, i thought that was the end of my life. Then we had Sherwood and River Crossing. The activity i think all students which attended the camp hated most. It's all muddy and stuff. I swear all of us were wearing track pants and mine have nettings. So, it's all heavy (swear, i thought my pants were going to go down) and I've got water balloons in my track pants (and Mr Song told me to bring that home as a souvenir.) Then we trek a Waterfall. Swear i was hearing things. But the journey was fun (: Then Azman &amp;amp; Yusri lied that they had to go back to Singapore. Many of us were sad. (Nini, ehehehehe..) Then we had campfire. Campfire was CRAY-ZAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk to the Southern Most Tip Of Asia Continent. I don't know where there is actually, swear. Then we packed for home. Right before Lunch, i was approached by Mr Muru and he was like, "Girl, why you look so sad? Want to stay for two more days?" and i was like, "Where got.. Don't want laa.." Then he pat Eden's shoulder and told that i did it. There was Seafood Lunch, Prize Giving (3E5 WAS THE TOP 3 BEST CLASS!) and the journey back home. I bet almost everyone was sleeping cause the bus was silent (even i was). The first thing i sang when we entered Singapore was. 'How you feeling!?' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I FEEL SO CLEAN, AH AH, I FEEL SO CLEAN, AH AH, I FEEL SO CLEAN, I FEEL SO CLEAN, I FEEL SO CLEAN, AH AH, YEAH.. &lt;/span&gt;Back in school, waited for our Trainers, Yusri &amp;amp; Azman and also Shorty, Nablz and Insyirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, guess what. I really am already missing that Awesome camp, Yusri &amp;amp; Azman and obviously 3E5! Ohmy, Nini, if you're reading this, i swear your blog song, Antara Cinta &amp;amp; Ego made me sad seyhh.. (yesh, i'm not at your bloggie and my sister just said your second blog song starting dier scary.) And i swear there are truckloads of homework waiting for us now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5244368864342295436?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5244368864342295436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5244368864342295436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/03/sec-3-camp-screams.html' title='SEC 3 CAMP!! *screams*'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S5tgMih8lLI/AAAAAAAAA0k/4WxqUrVCJQA/s72-c/3E5+camp+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1702737088418196447</id><published>2010-03-07T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:41:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S5M8Yhu003I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Vzr3Wtn1y_A/s1600-h/S4027844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S5M8Yhu003I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Vzr3Wtn1y_A/s320/S4027844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445762766490358642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's been a week already. Common test results are out too! I scored 31/49 for English. It actually turned out to be quite an 'easier than others' paper. Usually, i would score just enough to pass or perhaps, just fail. Scored 14/25 for Maths. Thank God there's an improvement. Scored 17/30 for both Phys &amp;amp; Chem. 27/44 for Mother Tongue (God, this one sucks.) Not forgetting, this time, (16 1/2)/25 for POA. This sucks. Seriously does. Oh yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;WILL BE LEAVING FOR SEC 3 CAMP 1003-1203&lt;/span&gt;. It's at Johor and we're told that there will be many water activities. So, saturday went to look for it around Hougang Mall. Found it, did not buy it. I know, sound like what the hell. So, mum thought about going back on Monday. God Damn it, i remembered there's rehearsal monday. I don't even wanna be part of it laa seyhh. Then there would be Dance on Tuesday which i told mum i was planning to skip. (Seriously, when i skip things, i go home straight.) Cause the next day would be camp. Guess what, it's Sunday and i have to go to a Family occasion i just get to know of today. Tell me when i will have time to pack. -.-" I need my beauty *rolls eyes*  sleep before every camp or i'll be exhausted just like i did on FIT camp 5 weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1702737088418196447?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1702737088418196447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1702737088418196447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-chapter.html' title='another chapter.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S5M8Yhu003I/AAAAAAAAA0c/Vzr3Wtn1y_A/s72-c/S4027844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7155977907302183784</id><published>2010-02-27T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:50:17.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smacking Smackers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S4j41AMpZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/AzZhQz5VOFI/s1600-h/naddystarlaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S4j41AMpZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/AzZhQz5VOFI/s400/naddystarlaaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442873739147044770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's somebody like you, doing in a blog like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say, did you come alone? Or did you bring all your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say, what's your name? what you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I know what you're thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby what's your story, tell me yours I'll tell you mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine. Okay, this week is the Common Test Week. Yes, i know that was fast. Week eight equals to common test. In a week and a half time, you'll not gonna see me here. (If it really happens.) Sec three camp will be in Malaysia. I kind of google-d this. Most of the photos seen is in like river-like, rainforest, villages, fishermans. Gosh, i hope it would be just fine. I really don't like (just a better word than hate) forest stuffs. K, common test. Swear this common test thingy is a fast game thingy. they have 3 papers in like a day. Makes us rush like mad. Okay, for sure, i did badly for the Geography paper. It was on Valleys, Hjulstrom Graph and.. This is the story. The topics which came out is those i kind of study a little(valleys) on or forget all about it (Hjulstrom graph). So, obviously, i was struggling through the paper. The last two minutes, i thought i was finally done and turned to the back of the paper, feeling satisfied. For god sake, THERE'S ANOTHER EFFING (not so hard) QUESTION AT THE BACK! Waterfalls. The one i've been studying for the whole of the day before. However, i managed to scribble the first question. Which i guess i might get at least a mark or none. Cause it's just one sentence. -.-" Guess i'll fail. Cause i did for the first class test. I got 4/15. If i were in sec 2, i would just give it up. Too bad, i can't. Cause it's my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7155977907302183784?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7155977907302183784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7155977907302183784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/smacking-smackers.html' title='Smacking Smackers.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S4j41AMpZ6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/AzZhQz5VOFI/s72-c/naddystarlaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2331994630744632977</id><published>2010-02-21T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:37:07.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKTRACK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KILLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S4DGOSXT9AI/AAAAAAAAA0M/TnJUTHExuRk/s1600-h/D.A.N.I.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S4DGOSXT9AI/AAAAAAAAA0M/TnJUTHExuRk/s400/D.A.N.I.A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440566298613642242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay.. This is so 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life sucks and then you die. Seriously. Okay, Friday, rushed home. Went to the ICA. I swear there were truckloads of people. Took photo and then there's one woman who advised me to apply online if i wanted a passport. Just my luck, the queue to apply online is so short, it took me only 15 minutes. Well, that was easy :) Collection will be on next Thursday. Yes, the day for E Maths, Physics and Chemistry Common Test. Damn it, yaw! Then, move on to Bugis, Arab Street and stuff. Saturday, i actually spent the whole day in my room doing all the homework forgot all about SS. Today, did SS first thing in the morning. Rushed to pick LilBroKiddo; Fafan. Dad kept rushing me when he told me only 15 minutes ago. Which the 15 minutes, i spent bathing -.-" So, now, currently home with Fafan. Watched Wipeout and i swear that show made me laugh my ass off.  The others are all out and about. Dad said that we may be going kite flying this afternoon. Still unsure. Nyeh, Common test next week and here i am, having fun. What the hell, i know. I should get out of here soon enough and do some revision huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2331994630744632977?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2331994630744632977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2331994630744632977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/backtrack.html' title='BACKTRACK.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S4DGOSXT9AI/AAAAAAAAA0M/TnJUTHExuRk/s72-c/D.A.N.I.A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2454264485033803300</id><published>2010-02-18T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:43:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!? Like seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3016drv74I/AAAAAAAAAz8/OMQYVZNqbpM/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3016drv74I/AAAAAAAAAz8/OMQYVZNqbpM/s400/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563203450236802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i officially slept half an hour more. Right after i heard 'What you got' (seriously, I've been listening to old songs from two or three years back again. Like same girl, last night, too little too late, just so you know, heartbreaker, i got it from my momma.. They're just too addictive.) i was half awake and i swear i slept once again, dreaming about Edward Cullen (to be specific, Breaking Dawn) cause the night before, i was reading the book right before i sleep. So, it kinda got into my dreams. I forced myself to wake up and i swear i was startled cause usually, i would take 15, the longest, but today it's a 30. -.-" I really wasn't even late though. The class were to report to the canteen as we have Breakfast with the principal. Again. There were lessons after that and then there was FIT. After i reported to Mr Ong, i went off. Come on. Who would bother to 'play your own games'. I'd rather do something else (other than running in the field maybe..). Lessons once again and there was Math Acer. Apekebender entah. We were told to sit in our groups and help those who have not completed and submit their homework. Seriously, i really still can't do chapter 2. Quadratic Equations. That one chapter I've been dreading since last year. Darn it, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2454264485033803300?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2454264485033803300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2454264485033803300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-like-seriously.html' title='Why!? Like seriously.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3016drv74I/AAAAAAAAAz8/OMQYVZNqbpM/s72-c/DSC00815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3031217572841241794</id><published>2010-02-15T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:18:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy Bangsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Naddy cut her bangs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Naddy looks crazay doesn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3lzO2-UBWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/K7bzmT8vItQ/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3lzO2-UBWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/K7bzmT8vItQ/s400/DSC01336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438504724138820962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Told ya' i'll be going to that Expo thingy last night *sings Last Night-P.Diddy* right? So.. Throughout the whole journey, i was quite bewildered (same goes to my sister) to see why the heck all the shops are closed. *checks the time from my phone* (i don't wear watches) Ouhh.. *bimbotic face of wonder* Yes, it's Chinese New Year. How can i forget the period of the year when we have to buy lots of food stock to last for 3 days (or waste your money at 7-11) every single year. Well, i think things are improving. More and more shops are now open even on Chinese New Year, unlike years back. It's like you're walking in a deserted mall or something. So, well. When i reached Expo, i was like ohmygawd. *shuts and smile, then gives the oh oh face* It's like welcome to the wonderland of seeing only muker melayus. -.-" Kay, i went inside and i freaked out. The first thing i saw was all wedding booths. Then we bumped into a friend of my sister. Which they chat for a long time until a person approaches them and gave them a wedding service business card. Then we headed to the Orange (dot dot dot) booth to meet my sister's ex-colleagues. Then suddenly Ziana Zain sang and all of them (yes, including my sister) rushed to see her sing. (yerp, me and Fafan was dragged along) -.-" Well, at least, the positive side, i got to see Ziana and her dress was gorgeous. (i loike!) Then we bought some stuffs to eat. I ate Kebab. It was nice, but it cost me a bomb. Bleahs :P Then was sent by the Orange bus home. Coolios mansxz! Should take a ride on it sometime to KL and visit my Aunt there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; i changed my skin(the blog i mean)  colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3031217572841241794?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3031217572841241794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3031217572841241794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/naddy-cut-her-bangs-d-naddy-looks.html' title='Bouncy Bangsy.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3lzO2-UBWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/K7bzmT8vItQ/s72-c/DSC01336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6441002632477787813</id><published>2010-02-14T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:30:15.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow smackers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3fCl5K4zuI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mb-iEhMrILo/s1600-h/DSC01293bloomed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3fCl5K4zuI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mb-iEhMrILo/s320/DSC01293bloomed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438029031330598626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday already and I'm back! Yerp, last Friday i was forced to shut down in order to peel prawns. (which barely took half and hour and therefore, i regret shutting down) So, that day, leaving class at 8.45 really saved me. (cause i left my Geography Guide at home and i left right after we were told to take it out.) Headed to the Dance Studio and thought i was early, but i wasn't. Changed and stuffs. At the backstage, we were quite thrilled. I tried many kinds of theory. Breathing in and out. SE's theory. and last but not least, my theory. They made us wait for a long time and we weren't allowed to talk a lot cause that will contribute to noise pollution.So, when it was time, i just go for it *bagi muker sardine*. Changed and went to look at the Dance board to see who is in. We were shock to see budak chapati tu masuk seyhh. Went to look for Insyirah, but she was nowhere to be seen. Back home, ate Mega Prosperity Burger. One last time before it's gone. Saturday, it was the Family Gathering down at Changi Beach, organized by my family. This time, for my paternal side. Accompanied Fafan to the seaside and got my jeans wet. -.-" Barbecued, Emo-ed in the tent alone, drank Vanilla tea (yummay!).. and finally, we went star gazing by the seaside at night :) So, yeah. Tonight, gonna go explore the expo for that event that is now bersepah in the papers. Let's see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6441002632477787813?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6441002632477787813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6441002632477787813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainbow-smackers.html' title='Rainbow smackers.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3fCl5K4zuI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mb-iEhMrILo/s72-c/DSC01293bloomed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3519510352406412571</id><published>2010-02-12T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:24:41.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3UePn37vrI/AAAAAAAAAzE/liTSI191jTg/s1600-h/Shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3UePn37vrI/AAAAAAAAAzE/liTSI191jTg/s400/Shades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437285378870197938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WILL BE BACK EITHER &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TONIGHT, TOMORROW, OR MAYBE, NEXT THREE OR FOUR DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs to peel prawns for the BEACH &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or bitch!) &lt;/span&gt;Gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3519510352406412571?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3519510352406412571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3519510352406412571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/dang-it.html' title='DANG IT.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3UePn37vrI/AAAAAAAAAzE/liTSI191jTg/s72-c/Shades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4809497213684332709</id><published>2010-02-11T18:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:36:53.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i've got doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3P4nVc8ZkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/q0IxyA9uZck/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3P4nVc8ZkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/q0IxyA9uZck/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436962529823450690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, i got pissed off by my co form. She approached me and asked me for my passport expiry date. I was answering her, "Err.. I'm still applying for one." and she was giving me the 'what the fuck are you talking about!?' face and act as if my English was so terrible, it's either i don't understand her simple English or the English i was using does not makes sense. (Basically, the blame is all on me.) She mentioned "...sms.." (i don't understand the others) and i was like, "Wait, what are you talking about, again?". She showed me the class list and it stated, 'Passport Expiry Date". Kay, i was on the right path, she's the one who doesn't understand me. After a while she got tired and warned, "tomorrow.." and walked away. She walked away, i swore under my breath and continued with Breaking Dawn. So, tomorrow, I'm gonna have another session similar like the one above with her once again i guess. I have the feeling, I'm gonna flunk math once again, cause.. Yes, i did the retest just now and i hope my prediction this time is wrong. I was so pissed off cause they mentioned there's Dance practice today and when most people turn up, there's no one down there. Such a waste of time. Get over it and done with. That's the only thing I've been reminding myself. Three claps for me cause I'm gonna embarrass myself tomorrow. *grins sarcastically*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4809497213684332709?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4809497213684332709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4809497213684332709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-daddy.html' title='Hey Daddy.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3P4nVc8ZkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/q0IxyA9uZck/s72-c/DSC01136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8489280677061200671</id><published>2010-02-09T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:04:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFELESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skinny jeans &amp;amp; a mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3FdCEu-76I/AAAAAAAAAyk/4B3iOKvwi4o/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3FdCEu-76I/AAAAAAAAAyk/4B3iOKvwi4o/s320/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436228515424825250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i feel so lifeless. Yes, that's the word I've been chanting and chanting for days. 'LIFELESS.' Okay, done with last week. Practices and Rehearsals are done. FIT Camp is over. (Guess how many sec threes turned up? Now, i feel like killing myself.)&lt;br /&gt;This week's agenda :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;s&gt;Apply for passport.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dance Practice.&lt;br /&gt;• Rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;• Maths Class Test 1 Retest and Dance Practice for an hour. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;• Performance&lt;br /&gt;• Family Gathering at the Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the agenda from Monday till Saturday. I'm such a pathetic kid which schedule's just turn me on to keep me alive. Basically, i'm pissed caused none of the costumes fits me. M is too small by just a cm and L is too big that when i wear it.. (ya don't wanna know.) I was suppose to get another one, but in the end, i still got the same one as there's no size. And yes, wtf, i'm taking L and will be pinning all that super-loose sides. How pathetic kans? I feel like jumping off the cliff right now. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8489280677061200671?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8489280677061200671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8489280677061200671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifeless.html' title='LIFELESS.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S3FdCEu-76I/AAAAAAAAAyk/4B3iOKvwi4o/s72-c/DSC01017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6094333125239968929</id><published>2010-01-29T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:35:01.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;A couple of years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'm gonna know your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2LsgIayiMI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LbQ5vm2lomU/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2LsgIayiMI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LbQ5vm2lomU/s320/DSC01103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432164137322055874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been such a CRAP. (or will be soon) It's officially gonna be a month into 2010 already. *three claps on how time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flies&lt;/span&gt;* Yes, i&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;love (or loathe) my life at this very moment. Time has been such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;. I just have too much to do and time i would describe as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pea-sized&lt;/span&gt;. (which i could easily put in my pocket) *bewildered* Classes today are such a bore. I feel like snoring off in every single class. But of course, i did not. (cause if i did, people around me would bang my table) Another week of practice without the instructor. Basically, we've seen his face only once and we train the steps on our own after that. And yes, the instructor's supposed to come every Friday, but Friday's seems to be quite' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;' for the past two weeks. So, he's gonna come next Tuesday cause we still don't know what our steps are, what our costume looks like and where our position is. (and the rehearsal will start Wednesday (yes, the day after.)) *yawns* Told ya' life's being such a CRAP. Furthermore, I'm gonna have the very first test of the year for almost every subjects (except for Chemistry, Social Studies and Mother Tongue.) from the beginning of the week till Thursday. An add on would be, i will be attending FIT Camp (once again.) *roll's my eyes, sighing* that very weekend. Which after that, a Monday, a school day. I'm seriously gonna have a brainfreeze (yes, and i don't even need a cup of slurpee for this.) soon. Sigh, Damn it.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6094333125239968929?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6094333125239968929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6094333125239968929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/couple-of-years-and-im-gonna-know-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2LsgIayiMI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LbQ5vm2lomU/s72-c/DSC01103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7059919366532528433</id><published>2010-01-28T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:59:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR THUNDERGUY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;You are the thunder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i am the lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2GlYfNyA8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/HoNeBmeZAck/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2GlYfNyA8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/HoNeBmeZAck/s400/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431804465700275138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG IT. Chemistry test's tomorrow and i have not touch up the revision for one last time. (kay, i read the chapters twice last Sunday) So i guess it's not that bad, huh? Oh my, Naddystar is starting to be so lazy nowadays, tau. Kay, Naddy's empire state of mind : A MESS &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PC♥&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7059919366532528433?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7059919366532528433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7059919366532528433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-thunder-and-i-am-lightning.html' title='MR THUNDERGUY.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2GlYfNyA8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/HoNeBmeZAck/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4441036056466396645</id><published>2010-01-27T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:46:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2A079tnIrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Bk9oRAiRZ1Q/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2A079tnIrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Bk9oRAiRZ1Q/s400/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431399355391615666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OFF FOR TEST REVISION AND MATH HOMEWORK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and kak Hills, i know why you're watching StarWorld at this timing. GLEE, lagi!)&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; OMG, Bubble Boys in 13 mins! So kiyut :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4441036056466396645?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4441036056466396645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4441036056466396645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/naturally.html' title='Naturally.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S2A079tnIrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Bk9oRAiRZ1Q/s72-c/DSC01013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5227059665706684397</id><published>2010-01-24T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:18:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizontally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I run&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where the b boys roam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1wsHYcE-fI/AAAAAAAAAyE/O8WanLLrWRo/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1wsHYcE-fI/AAAAAAAAAyE/O8WanLLrWRo/s400/DSC00684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430263756032899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday, and yes, the twenty-fourth, mom's birthday. I was really excited about my electrical eraser, i kept using it. My family is kinda being fickle-minded for planning to have a family day out and suddenly changes the main idea. Which after a while, only mom and my second sister went out and Dad is planning to go out with my lil' brother kiddo. So, it's left with me and my elder sister which is currently effing pissed of with doing her portfolio which is due soon (very soon). So, i guess I'm left at home surfing wiki like i always do. (shut up, I'm not a geek, just gaining knowledge.) At least i got truckloads of muffins to munch on while i do so. I know I'm starting to grow more. Eherm, horizontally. Yikes, my plan for jogs and runs are just not happening. Life at it's ruins. Dang it. So, yes. After graduating my primary religious classes (I got a cert okay. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i failed Arabic badly, it turns out only a ' - ' appears on the cert.)&lt;/span&gt;) last two years, mum is finally telling me i need to continue from where i stopped cause she can see changes in me (Maner ader, kan?). So, fine. I am totally against two things. Which is, she can't enroll me in the secondary classes cause I'm two years late (and i don't want to be in the same class as the juniors.) Secondly, i strictly don't want it to be in Sengkang. (Don't ask why.) So, mum said i could enroll in modules at my old mosque. Yay! (thumbs up or what) One problem, the classes started two weeks ago. Guess I'm late, kans? But i tried to download the enrollment form from the website and it's a broken link. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mapek siak!&lt;/span&gt; So, i must wait for mum to give it a call. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is gonna take long, mansxz.)&lt;/span&gt; Currently, I'm left with 45 pages of New Moon. (Shuddup, i know I'm slow and kinda outdated gituh.) Can't wait for the third!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5227059665706684397?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5227059665706684397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5227059665706684397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/horizontally.html' title='Horizontally.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1wsHYcE-fI/AAAAAAAAAyE/O8WanLLrWRo/s72-c/DSC00684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8504564496265058695</id><published>2010-01-22T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:26:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Yes i'm the only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1mHZD9XGRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4RJg0KLcVew/s1600-h/keroro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1mHZD9XGRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4RJg0KLcVew/s400/keroro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429519690400995602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the third week and all test starts next week onwards. A month is gonna past soon and it feels like it has only been a week. Days have gone by and I'm finally (thank god, like finally!) interested in the subject I've always hated most, MATH. (i expect no shocking reaction.) Hell no, it's not because the teacher inspire me or something.*urgh* I read this one line numeral of times and i think it's trying to tell me something. (i know, macam paham.) It goes like, if you have a passion for something, then it will be so much easier for you to do it. Yes, it works (surprisingly). I actually love getting ample of Math homework. (this is so not me.) So far, my goals of not to be online so often has been reached. (sadly, only for this week ehk.) Kay, so, have been up to decorating the class. Yes, cher actually wanted it to be completed by six thirty today. Although it's half day today, we stayed back till 2.30. and yesterday, 5.30. Guess what, we are one of the first classes to start decorating already. He came in this afternoon and gave us each a gummy burger. (so unexpected, ehk.) So, today, decorated the back wall. Finished off with Keroro as the frog on my popping Lily pad. Asked Amy(Ru Qing) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and Samuel actually thought 'Amy' was an Anime cartoon -.-")&lt;/span&gt; to help me draw a frog. (Gosh, she draw the cutest thing ever!) I was quite shock when she gave me this one thing. (but it's cute :) Then we got to know about this very popular Anime back in China (from Japan), Keroro. Really, it's a frog. Swear. Yes, bende colour hijau pat atas tu, is Keroro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8504564496265058695?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8504564496265058695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8504564496265058695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/pc.html' title='PC.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1mHZD9XGRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4RJg0KLcVew/s72-c/keroro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4067010027238295026</id><published>2010-01-16T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:54:10.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARDCORE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's my life,im'ma do what i do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if you don't like it, it's cool, fcuk you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1HD4GeTV7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/K39AifjeFdg/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1HD4GeTV7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/K39AifjeFdg/s400/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427334394535958450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite busy and just plain lazy to write these few days. So, hey! Well, had group work for Geography yesterday and grouped with Vivi, Ru Qing and Amy (Or is it Ammie, or Ah-Mei? *confusedface*) since we need to have a mixed of IS (international students) and the locals. (and i don't really know anybody well there and besides, they sit in front, diagonally and beside me) I can see that they are quite funny actually. Had Dance after school and it's the first time we've gone through Malay dance. The first few steps were easy but the last ones were hardcore. (For me at least.) So, this was the plan. We will no longer have contemporary Dance till date and will only stop till stretching and continue with Malay Dance later. I think i really must train hard for this as its compulsory for every Dancer to perform on Chinese New Year. Wtf, my dream of not to perform at least in school is gone. -.-" (give the "this is so embarrassing" face) | For today, i slept for long hours although i slept at 9 yesterday cause I'm all tired out. I woke up and went straight for homeworks (this is a record, i finished weekends homework on a Saturday morning although i got nothing for the weekends.) and officially started screaming when i saw a massive lizard coming towards me  Had egg tarts for tea time. (I know, once again.) So, all the time i was actually surfing the net. Now, i'm surfing Wikipedia and its other branches and i'm learning Bahasa Indonesia. This thing is effing great baybeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4067010027238295026?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4067010027238295026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4067010027238295026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/hardcore.html' title='HARDCORE.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S1HD4GeTV7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/K39AifjeFdg/s72-c/DSC01040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5453813852873275145</id><published>2010-01-10T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:50:36.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama mama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Run up on me like click clack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;throw it out like take that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0l4rF_9dyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/iZbewFh5uLQ/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0l4rF_9dyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/iZbewFh5uLQ/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424999907884627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends. I woke up at 11 after going to sleep once again at 7 yesterday. And i was greeted by mum with, "Do you want to follow me to the library?" while reading the newspaper. And i was questioning myself what the reason could be till i flip to the next page of the newspaper. Urghh, of course. I saw the advertisement for the release of my mum's uncle's new book, yang pastinya.. Cahaya Harapan (it's a book of poems). She had been telling me about being invited since last year. Mum rushed me to be all done by 1.30 pm. And when we arrived at Tampines Library, the thing have not started yet and we had to wait in the theatrette till 3. Watched some recitation of poems. ( I nearly slept but since the poems written was quite good, i didn't.) It was snack time and i kinda eat a lot. (Dah lapar, makanan bantai uhh!) Then gramps decided to drop by. Yeah. Well, for today, suprisingly, i woke up early and decided to complete my Holiday Assignment. Finally got 100 examples of misused English :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5453813852873275145?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5453813852873275145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5453813852873275145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/drama-mama.html' title='Drama mama.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0l4rF_9dyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/iZbewFh5uLQ/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5023021176474732136</id><published>2010-01-08T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:08:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Stop picking on me, for god's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're a pain in the arse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0c7TihP_YI/AAAAAAAAAxU/fhcExuZTSmQ/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0c7TihP_YI/AAAAAAAAAxU/fhcExuZTSmQ/s400/DSC00582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424369483060870530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a week already and I'm starting to feel comfortable already. I no longer think that the teacher's teaching me are _______ (something negative, please.) (I'm still unsure of the word). But after a while, they seem alright. Getting used to the class already. Guess what, I loathe (another word for hate, hate seems so wrong) the FT for picking on me. Last two day's, he kept asking me what period is on the timetable. It's less than a week, i can't possibly memorize the timetable already.(So tak perlu.) We still yet to study anything in Geography class. The teacher just started collecting money for the guide and i got it from the bookshop yesterday already -.-". Chemistry was such a bore. I swear i don't understand much since Day one. Gosh! I need to study by myself for Chemistry i guess. Firstly, my worst topic for Science is Chemistry. Secondly, the slides just doesn't link to the textbook. (Therefore i don't know what to highlight.) Thirdly, I miss on how Mr Chua and Ms Vanitha used to teach me Chemistry (and others) and i kinda understand a lil'. Fourthly, I loathe the teacher cause she makes me wanna doze off but i just can't cause i promised myself to study hard for my O's. Fifthly, I actually don't really like (choices of word, people.) Chemistry. If it's possible for Phy/Bio (just like what Kak Nurul took) i would. The thing is, i know that it's not possible. Sixthly, she teaches us too slowly and we still don't understand. So, throughout the whole lesson of Chemistry this afternoon, i was either staring in blank air and hearing certain things by the teacher or staring at my latest favourite brand, Pierre Cardin. (Basket, this is crayzay.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5023021176474732136?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5023021176474732136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5023021176474732136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-week.html' title='After a week.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0c7TihP_YI/AAAAAAAAAxU/fhcExuZTSmQ/s72-c/DSC00582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8941537815444242501</id><published>2010-01-05T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:47:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0M_Wjiz-fI/AAAAAAAAAxE/svdIczp9_5s/s1600-h/GIRLFRIENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0M_Wjiz-fI/AAAAAAAAAxE/svdIczp9_5s/s320/GIRLFRIENDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423248033015134706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, IT WAS NOT TOO BAD AFTER ALL. Firstly, extending my sleep mode period by fifteen minutes helped. I really will get use of being early (After getting lots of Latecomer Slip in 2008) cause i have two (actually three) thoughtful soul to meet me every single morning. I got my phone and earphones to accompany me when i came too early. (Like yesterday and today. Suppose to meet at 6.45 and i went out at 6.25) Secondly, they said there is a west train on the other side. (Babe's, let's take that one next time.) Thirdly, classes were not too bad after all. E Maths were easy for me to catch cause the teacher went real slow. (Actually too slow.) For once, i'm gonna miss the way Mrs Kang teaches Math cause her way of using such a big notebook is fantastic! The teacher's teaching us is not bad so bad after all. Fourth, having another two (actually four) thoughtful soul to accompany me home completes the whole routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8941537815444242501?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8941537815444242501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8941537815444242501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-better.html' title='It&apos;s better.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0M_Wjiz-fI/AAAAAAAAAxE/svdIczp9_5s/s72-c/GIRLFRIENDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-517460602968162767</id><published>2010-01-04T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:49:56.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE, MISERY BUSINESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm like a dead bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lying on the ground helpless, pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0Hj4lMZpvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/lSjxxEbhMXk/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0Hj4lMZpvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/lSjxxEbhMXk/s400/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422865987527091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pulsation of my heart grew faster and faster. I was anxious yet i could feel a thousand butterflies in my stomach. It was a huge mistake to set the alarm at 5. I was just about to get comfortable sleeping in bed till the DJ Earworm remix woke me up. I was the first to arrive at the station. The clock was a minute away ticking towards the number 9, yet not a single soul i knew were seen. (Sumer starkarat!) I was relieved when i saw Insyirah (yes, with her orange Everlast.) walking towards my direction. We waited till Nini came (uhuh, with her striking Turquoise). We rode the train from the East and met with Merv. We then took the train to the West. We had a chat as per normal and time seems to pass fast today. We were embarrassed to enter the class and therefore, we headed towards the toilet. (To copy Maths actually.) We strolled in and look around and finally found a perfect spot. If a minah were to be in that class, this is what she would say. " Sak urhh, class ni tak leh mepek lagi perh! Cikgu sumerh selenge bachen sak!" (I'm trying my best to type like one, yeah. (on second thought, macam tak menjadi, kan?)) Yes, someone like me would say that to cause i truly miss Miss Kwok being my Form Teacher :( I laughed alot today, but frankly, nothing made me really happy. Now, i'm gonna spend 2 miserable years in Pei Hwa. Sometimes, if there's an option to opt out, i would. Nothing in Pei Hwa is fun anymore except for friends. Now, we're gonna have Mother Tongue without Amel (who's gonna help me if i am clueless in Malay class!?) and Nablz (who's gonna poke my back when i'm writing ?). I eff-ee-ee-elle so pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-517460602968162767?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/517460602968162767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/517460602968162767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one-misery-business.html' title='DAY ONE, MISERY BUSINESS.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/S0Hj4lMZpvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/lSjxxEbhMXk/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6929601219891864427</id><published>2010-01-01T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:31:20.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;LOSE&lt;/span&gt; MY VOICE ON NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not gonna elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sz3c5aR5GrI/AAAAAAAAAws/WsiUhc-Q2GM/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sz3c5aR5GrI/AAAAAAAAAws/WsiUhc-Q2GM/s400/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421732405288966834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6929601219891864427?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6929601219891864427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6929601219891864427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sz3c5aR5GrI/AAAAAAAAAws/WsiUhc-Q2GM/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3912816487886725620</id><published>2009-12-28T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:11:59.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SziSc9qBETI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vdsVC9Kmia8/s1600-h/cousins%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SziSc9qBETI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vdsVC9Kmia8/s320/cousins%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420243177825177906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went out from when the clock strikes 12 and we shop till we drop. Yes, i really am tired of finding my sister's shoe. Annoying, i know. I had no idea why i actually followed. We had to rush home cause today was the day Aunt Fid need's to get her henna done by her friend. (Which turns out to be six of them and that really startled us.) Me &amp;amp; Kak Hills get one (actually alot.) too. I got 'naddy' on my wrist (oh no! it's fading!) and a monster (i called it momoko, found it on Flickr) somewhere above my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to vacuum the house and wipe the freaking dusty window. (All that actually went to waste cause i need to do it once again the next day -.-") Gramps and cousins came. Kak Hills and I helped Aunt Fid make her wedding gifts. (It was black and white, we made it. But if you see the photos on Facebook, It's like gold or yellowish. It's because a relative decided to change it. I know it looks much more professional and suits the theme, but i really hated it cause it now looks so typical and classic. Hello! All our efforts the whole afternoon had gone to waste! (And dang it, the one we made matches the cake very much.) -.-") I know i need to chill. Cousins then sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the solemnization. This is the day i got pissed off with the things stated above. Yes, the wedding gifts. (I know, i'm annoying.)  Headed to the Mosque in Serangoon. Yeah, it ended and got home. Some followed us home for gatherings. But actually, there's really nothing to be done. Help mum make egg tart's with mum's cousin's daughters.(i don't know what to call them) We successfully made 300 of them. Had fun playing with Nabilah &amp;amp; Nazifah. They're so cute, i wanna cubit them. (K, that's evil -.-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got up late that morning and found out that i was the second last to wake up. (last was Fafan.) Bath and then made Muffins with Aunt Fid (yes, the bride.) I had to mix the chocolate chips and put it in the cups at last. (cause the bride needs to start her make up sessions already.) When the bride left already, we're still home due to some problems. Cousins and Dad left already. We kinda arrived late though it was 'our' occasion. When i arrived, all the egg tarts (we) and muffin i made were gone. I mean all desserts brought by our big family was gone and only those catered were left. Dang it, didn't get to taste it :( As soon we arrived we ate and then my family missed taking photo's with the couple's first suit :(  Around 9, me and Kak Hills ate again. (i swear the udang black pepper sedaps.) Then there's one guy go call me 'kak' (i feel like slapping his face cause it's obvious that i was younger than him) and he gave a piece of paper from his friend. I saw number's and i quickly dump it on the plate i finished. My sis picked it up and you can guess what just happened. ( The whole big family in the auditorium knew about it. -.-") My mum's cousin's son (once again, i don't know what to call.) then fell in the pond nearby. SO EFFING FUNNY. That lil' kid made the audi full of water. HAHAHA!! Then we were the last to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again a big scream for SEZAIRI! My brother's 5 this year and when Taufik won back then, we screamed. When Hady won, we screamed once again and now, when Sezairi won, we screamed once again. And Irfan always cry when we scream. I had no idea why. Every single year of Singapore Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Post for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BEACH PARTY&lt;/span&gt;, look for it in the archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3912816487886725620?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3912816487886725620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3912816487886725620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding.html' title='The Wedding.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SziSc9qBETI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vdsVC9Kmia8/s72-c/cousins%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2084950962810233418</id><published>2009-12-28T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:33:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Written On The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;th Of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SzhfJZIiWtI/AAAAAAAAAwU/hpJ4Ydp6chw/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SzhfJZIiWtI/AAAAAAAAAwU/hpJ4Ydp6chw/s400/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420186766510545618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a week soon. But i really got to talk about this. It's the Class Gathering! Gosh, i really got no time the whole of last week. Everything's putting me on a rush. You'll get to know why on the post up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Beach Party was quite a shocking thing actually. Kay, here it was. I came out early cause i was scared i would be late and i had to visit the train station for a while. I waited like for a half an hour and i know there's one minah staring at me for the past half and hour until the mat came. It was so uncomfortable, i shifted to the benches from sitting on the blocks. Took 88 with the guys. There were something which confuses us. We were told it's ECP and then Pasir Ris. We were so confused. We finally arrived and i regret wearing my Milk Whites. (I just couldn't find my Grey Trousers.) This is really pathetic. Only like half the class came. But yeah, WE HAD SO MUCH FUN. And you seriously had no idea that i found a green capsicum down there. (Weird much huh?) And so i left early cause today i promised to be home by 9. (Since Dad is home and my leg is aching already.) I regretted getting down from 403 cause i don't know there's only one bus down at Elias and i waited for a freaking long 15 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2084950962810233418?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2084950962810233418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2084950962810233418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-party.html' title='The Beach Party.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SzhfJZIiWtI/AAAAAAAAAwU/hpJ4Ydp6chw/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5086140114671800665</id><published>2009-12-18T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:50:08.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Crayzay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Weird, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even get this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SyszUvBAksI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9-yFJIDZX90/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SyszUvBAksI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9-yFJIDZX90/s400/DSC00843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416479408154251970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, seriously, I've been craving for peanut butter for like a thousand years and finally I'm having it! Yums. Feels like PB&amp;amp;J but I'm short of jam -.-" I currently have 12x9 (count,108.) towels left to fold before Christmas. No, actually before the beach party because i don't want to think about how much folding i need to do afterward. It was an unexpected newyear today and i was shocked. Dang, I've not switched on my phone for four consecutive days and i just received a text from Merv. And he's not replying back. (Means he sent the text few days ago or something.) Reasons, i left it on my bunky and i have no initiative to bring it down cause it's troublesome. And mum and dad is currently trying to chase me down from my bunky. (I swear i'll take my Ikea flower lamp along if i really am coming down.) It's like you've been with this thingy for like almost your whole life and it's time to give it up. (not easy!) K, there's gotta be more to life. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5086140114671800665?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5086140114671800665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5086140114671800665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/12/plain-crayzay.html' title='Plain Crayzay'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SyszUvBAksI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9-yFJIDZX90/s72-c/DSC00843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5962028043067920413</id><published>2009-12-09T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:10:02.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN PLUS FIVE DROP ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I read that book within 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am really really looking forward for more of those addictive books and movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sx9Gqf3gP0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/_DBnxAJcxC4/s1600-h/DSC00749dropone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sx9Gqf3gP0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/_DBnxAJcxC4/s400/DSC00749dropone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413122973045374786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TEN PLUS FIVE DROP ONE. One hell of a night, i spent the midnights of my past 3 days reading my sister's Twilight. This was the story.  I was ready to sleep, but i looked through the shelf full of books and found that the only good book left there that i have not read yet is that book.(since the others are kept in boxes due to lack of spaces) She kinda bought it 3 years ago and my first reaction was, i don't think it was such a good book. Fine, shut up, i was wrong, the moment i turned the first page that night, i was almost at chapter four and i slept at 2. -.-" I was so into it, i watched both Twilight and New Moon yesterday and finished the book this morning. K, it's nine already and I'm gonna be very busy from next week onwards till date.Yerp, yerp. And LIKE YEAH! Sezairi got the FINALS!! Woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5962028043067920413?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5962028043067920413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5962028043067920413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-plus-five-drop-one.html' title='TEN PLUS FIVE DROP ONE.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sx9Gqf3gP0I/AAAAAAAAAv8/_DBnxAJcxC4/s72-c/DSC00749dropone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4018142717133852066</id><published>2009-12-04T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:34:48.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Shawty's like a melody in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then he got me talking like, "blah blah blah blah" everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxjKiK6mG_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/nbDtaFZ6QBE/s1600-h/DSC00758bloomed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxjKiK6mG_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/nbDtaFZ6QBE/s400/DSC00758bloomed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411297640680135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh, i know allsmile-j is full of dust already. So, I've been up to saying 'gosh' as 'gash'. KIDS, DON'T FOLLOW ME. Reasons, because 'gash' is not a good word. I've type wrongly on twitter and so, fine, 'gash'. Till i found out that gash means :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson. It's time for yours. Don't use words without checking out it's meaning. Yeah, been out and about yesterday. Headed to Geylang (closes my face) to get buttons. Curse that 'apek' for the time we needed to wait for him. And he doesn't even sell anything great. (Not recommending that shop at all!) From the plan of airport and tampines till compass point only to the final decision, white sands. I thought White Sands was such a (gives the 'whatever' face). But i was wrong because it was actually great! K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4018142717133852066?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4018142717133852066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4018142717133852066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/12/shawtys-like-melody-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxjKiK6mG_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/nbDtaFZ6QBE/s72-c/DSC00758bloomed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-593100517143373089</id><published>2009-11-29T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:13:07.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's gotta be more to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was 45 and then it grew to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 54.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had no idea how it became that way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxJy3zWIQBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/K9Ibfgq_sNQ/s1600/lovefingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxJy3zWIQBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/K9Ibfgq_sNQ/s320/lovefingers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409512405426782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;copyright, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxJybXY8GlI/AAAAAAAAAvc/0uz1_NONuvs/s1600/lovefingers.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For some reasons, i was just unhappy about things i overheard yesterday. I wanted to be happy, in fact, i should. Yet, after rationalizing, it kind of make me sad. It's just too hard for me to take. Well, first thing i reminded myself last night before i went to sleep is to set an alarm at 11am so that i could wake up right on time to watch, MTV 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant on MTV. Well, i kinda get over it when i now know that that show is on the internet already, but it just buffer too slowly. Spent it like a typical Sunday when mum &amp;amp; dad has no wedding to attend. (Not like the last 4 weeks!) Then cuzzie came over and yeah, he's still here, shot down on bed, sleeping. -.-" I just think i got nothing better to do on the computer. I wanna go out tomorrow. (gosh, this plan was made last monday and it pushed throughout the whole week. Damn it.) Hah! I've finally understood a little on how to make a hair bow and when i did that, Fafan actually said i look like Daisy Duck in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. (This weird kid.) And i freaking can't wait for the Los Premios 2009 on MTV tonight. (Must have been so much better than the stupid EMA's!)&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/7055406026681195038-593100517143373089?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/593100517143373089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/593100517143373089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-gotta-be-more-to-life.html' title='There&apos;s gotta be more to life.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SxJy3zWIQBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/K9Ibfgq_sNQ/s72-c/lovefingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1350902055954095157</id><published>2009-11-27T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:16:01.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kambings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I blow a kiss to the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since all she did was sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sw_PujH6oOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Cm7QeZO9-V0/s1600/DSC09604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sw_PujH6oOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Cm7QeZO9-V0/s320/DSC09604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408770076104630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today was Hari Raya Aidiladha, we did some &lt;span&gt;sojourning. Started with dad's mum. My granny of course. We headed straight to my gramps house. Saw Aunt Fid's wedding card kept charmingly in a box ready to be given out. After we had a long chat, we had not much time left and had to proceed to my eldest aunt house. There, we visited my first niece. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember, it's not really official and i'm still 13 okay!&lt;/span&gt;) The baby was adorable and dainty. She had this weird spanish name i kinda still not catch what it was. I blowed the baby a kiss since i was too scared to put my head into the baby's small bed (with that mobile thingy hanging, might just spoil the sleekness of my tudung). While we complain about dad's mustache which might cocok(poke) the baby's soft face when he give the baby a kiss. Then it was time to leave and we headed to that stinky diesel tank factory where Dad wanted to fill up the oil tank. We headed home and now it is time that gramps came in the evening to discuss certain things and we'll be having pizza while watching Papadom soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1350902055954095157?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1350902055954095157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1350902055954095157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/kambings.html' title='kambings.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sw_PujH6oOI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Cm7QeZO9-V0/s72-c/DSC09604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8379307027221532487</id><published>2009-11-26T16:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:25:46.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Besok i kene sembelih.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm a part-time tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unfortunately, i don't get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sw5JPEIJXeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IVNGXV5ao24/s1600/IMG_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sw5JPEIJXeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IVNGXV5ao24/s320/IMG_1279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408340725673319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck teaching my active brother on how to spell the numbers and he had been pestering me to tell him the answers and the only thing he didn't ask without me teaching is 'one' and 'two'. It's great that he took initiative to bring all those those papers and IKEA markers to me so that we could continue with the lesson. Unfortunately, he does that at the wrong time. This kiddo really piss me off when we have to watch Playhouse Disney the whole fcuking day. Like seriously, ask me any theme songs from the shows being shown. I could at least sing one verse of them. Okay, stop babbling about Fafan Danyal.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but kak iyah still love you so, Fafan :) &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; So, since tomorrow is Hari Raya Aidiladha, will be doing a lil' visitings. Will be seeing my newborn anak sedara. Hey, i'm still not officially an aunt okay! How can someone still so young like me be called aunty, one! Gramps will be here tomorrow afternoon to discuss further about the upcoming events and we'll be having pizza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8379307027221532487?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8379307027221532487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8379307027221532487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/besok-i-kene-sembelih.html' title='Besok i kene sembelih.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sw5JPEIJXeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IVNGXV5ao24/s72-c/IMG_1279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6179481988835719531</id><published>2009-11-23T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:08:28.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em To The Pee To The Hedge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;He ate spaghetti with cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i was the one who gave him that idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Swo8T8enr8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/n2qib_ZfOM8/s1600/DSC00588bloomed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Swo8T8enr8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/n2qib_ZfOM8/s400/DSC00588bloomed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407200615961440194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally finalised on what to be done. Spent the whole afternoon actually thinking about how regretful i would be for missing that MPH Book Sale at Expo yesterday. The thing is that, Kak Nurul, my all time will confirm follow for book sale's and movies companion is freaking busy for her internship till next year. So this means that i am the one who needs to suffer. So, i spent the whole afternoon with Kak Hills to finalised stuffs for Aunt Fid's wedding. I now regret for buying all those eyeshadows and ended up planning to not wear them. Schlongs!(if you know the meaning, i would say, "i learned it from a storybook i read yesterday."(it's true!)) Finally, i'm glad i still have eye's which does not need spectacles. I don't look sophisticated at all in it. -.-" I look more like a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6179481988835719531?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6179481988835719531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6179481988835719531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/em-to-pee-to-hedge.html' title='Em To The Pee To The Hedge.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Swo8T8enr8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/n2qib_ZfOM8/s72-c/DSC00588bloomed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4110743453384992514</id><published>2009-11-19T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:05:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not  ASTRO GIRL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Shut &lt;/span&gt;it, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even when you ain't got glitters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SwTddS2l81I/AAAAAAAAAuc/JKzaGIeu9co/s1600/Derbyuniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SwTddS2l81I/AAAAAAAAAuc/JKzaGIeu9co/s400/Derbyuniform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405688948098200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been days and i do not miss allsmile-j at all. Instead, i miss every single scenes of wha!?nyaheha&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whore&lt;/span&gt;he? Understand that the screen is not the most important and there are better things which needs attention. I'm so getting myself a life at the nearby drugstore. Somehow? Gosh, been such a busybee making myself occupied. I miss my favourite show, yes with Derby Romero. Which when it ended, somehow i wanted to cry cause this means i got nothing to look forward to each other day. Actually, i really don't understand what i'm trying to type down here. Prangai sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4110743453384992514?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4110743453384992514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4110743453384992514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-astro-girl.html' title='I&apos;m not  ASTRO GIRL.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SwTddS2l81I/AAAAAAAAAuc/JKzaGIeu9co/s72-c/Derbyuniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4462656978375254034</id><published>2009-11-09T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:31:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't get me out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvesPjI3pxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0jKEx6Jfq8M/s1600-h/DSC00389bloomed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvesPjI3pxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0jKEx6Jfq8M/s400/DSC00389bloomed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401975661184657170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nyahaha. I'm back and currently, i swear i am not in a mood to share anything.&lt;br /&gt;Except for that '&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HEYA SUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;' thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4462656978375254034?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4462656978375254034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4462656978375254034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/digital-girl.html' title='Digital Girl.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvesPjI3pxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0jKEx6Jfq8M/s72-c/DSC00389bloomed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5344602451061729525</id><published>2009-11-06T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:10:27.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parlez Vous Francais ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm trying to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;holler&lt;/span&gt; at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet you just don't realise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvPIXyGPzBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g31lAO-KXro/s1600-h/naddynini2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvPIXyGPzBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g31lAO-KXro/s400/naddynini2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400880689057877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night in bed restless. I closed my eyelids and i imagined about Jesse McCartney, not. (that's so this morning) K, so, i woke up and the first think i said in mind was, "Fcuk, today is results day." Then i went on to do my usual routine. As i know the results won't be out by 8 and below (The school is always so slow), i went to watch the television and stumble upon the EMA's. Swears, i have never liked the EMA's. The performances is not that happening and the nominees is usually the ones i'm unfamiliar with. But that 'Katy Kat Club' thingy was cute. Hahs. After a while of being sick watching The EMA's, i switched it off and went to switch on the computer after i ate Breakfast. Till i know that the results will be out only at 2. I was like Damn It. Waited for 3 hours and finally, the time is here. At least there are a few friends there and i got my first choice, all the subjects i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvPZN46ZuEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QRgLUcsDMfk/s1600-h/RESULTS%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 9px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvPZN46ZuEI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QRgLUcsDMfk/s400/RESULTS%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400899210786224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll miss 2E4 truckloads and&lt;br /&gt;most of all, you three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5344602451061729525?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5344602451061729525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5344602451061729525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/parlez-vous-francais.html' title='Parlez Vous Francais ?'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SvPIXyGPzBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g31lAO-KXro/s72-c/naddynini2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7230302716711286687</id><published>2009-11-03T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:44:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Language.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I was born on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know if this true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Su-8dRGrykI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nZ5PREAbzZI/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Su-8dRGrykI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nZ5PREAbzZI/s400/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399741689234180674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I freaking skipped jogging for two days already and i promise i will jog tomorrow morning, alright? (convincing face) So, basically, since it's the holidays, i really mean holidays. So, what i did today was to go to school and submit a form i freaking forget to submit the day before causing me to swear. What the hell, check your Learning Portal people. If you were to check it out only during  December, you are so doom cause there are truckloads of homework, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Nini, how come you talk, i reply,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i reply, you don't get it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we went offline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weird, ehs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7230302716711286687?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7230302716711286687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7230302716711286687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/body-language.html' title='Body Language.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Su-8dRGrykI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nZ5PREAbzZI/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3430563836845764977</id><published>2009-11-02T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:01:18.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been living for&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; 13&lt;/span&gt; years,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; 10&lt;/span&gt; months, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; 24&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm not old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Su6BArbqewI/AAAAAAAAAts/GxYPYZ-pYrs/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Su6BArbqewI/AAAAAAAAAts/GxYPYZ-pYrs/s400/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399394851922541314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent 10 freaking minutes to do Maths Graph on Excel 7 in the morning and it has all gone to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3430563836845764977?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3430563836845764977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3430563836845764977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-living-for-13-years-10-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Su6BArbqewI/AAAAAAAAAts/GxYPYZ-pYrs/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3305683546459781653</id><published>2009-10-30T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:20:28.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Take yourself &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm serious only when things piss me off for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Suq907b6gOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/v3xeCyhDdE4/s1600-h/DSC00285edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Suq907b6gOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/v3xeCyhDdE4/s320/DSC00285edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398335820362580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end, yeah, it is. Started the day with a sad movie during history. I felt like crying, but that will just make the scene so dramatic. But i really pity that lil' boy in the movie ):  Before that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;2E4 WON THE BEST CLASS AWARD FIRST FOR LOWER SEC !&lt;/span&gt; Then continued with Physical Education. Another funky badminton game. The story goes on with recess time where we do our typical stuffs. Spent such a long time waiting for our Math teacher and she came only in the last ten minutes. It was Science next and we just did some admin stuffs. During the form teacher period, we had the fire drill and it eats up our time. Which causes us to be released very late. Everyone received something very sweet from Miss Kwok. Very touching (: Thanks Anis for those too (: Thanks to Alicia for the lollies. Thanks to the NIE teachers for the snacks (: Thanks guys, for having the idea of using the same file and eraser for next year. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then, it was time to receive our report books and it's shocking that i got &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12/40&lt;/span&gt; for class position and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;77/224&lt;/span&gt; for level position. And me, Nini and Merv got it all the same. We had the hugging, the forgiving and the crying session. :'(  Then we camwhored our way home. Meanwhile, we discovered a very huge secret. Unbelievable, indescribable. And i'm freaking not telling y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Budak Kita &amp;amp; Co. outing these holidays please! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're at ruins.&lt;br /&gt;boy, are we gonna meet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3305683546459781653?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3305683546459781653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3305683546459781653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-last.html' title='It&apos;s the last.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Suq907b6gOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/v3xeCyhDdE4/s72-c/DSC00285edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3262397546399791229</id><published>2009-10-29T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:58:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;You have lost more than&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; 507300&lt;/span&gt; strands of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i will then look like an Afro chick if i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sul7bwNcEhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ExCafJ2nr_E/s1600-h/DSC00262bloomed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sul7bwNcEhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ExCafJ2nr_E/s400/DSC00262bloomed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397981345108202002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's journey was so much better than last Tuesday's. We headed to the Chinatown area and our first spot was, the Jamae Chulia&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and the coli coliya (kabhi kushi kabi belegam song) song was sang once again)&lt;/span&gt; Mosque. Then the temple and another temple. Then here comes the break where we saw many M.TM. (ehems, mat tak menjadis) floating caps from Fengshan Primary (ughh, roll's her eyes). Then we got into a temple once again. It was a tiring trip, yerp it is. I am freaking lazy to update today. So, tomorrow will be the last day of school ): (criesoutloud!) and we will be getting back our freaking report books which Nini thought includes our streaming results which excites her although it won't. So, yeah. Will miss this one life of mine truckloads, i guess. Nini! Budak kita &amp;amp; co. outing this holidays! And i'm freaking happy that i completed my holidays schedule (like finally!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3262397546399791229?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3262397546399791229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3262397546399791229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-yeah.html' title='So, yeah.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sul7bwNcEhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ExCafJ2nr_E/s72-c/DSC00262bloomed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7988529032157495267</id><published>2009-10-28T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:56:03.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Roulette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I AM &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5072&lt;/span&gt; DAYS OLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me i'm young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuglktzBtpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qpgJYO5y784/s1600-h/DSC00254bloom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuglktzBtpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qpgJYO5y784/s400/DSC00254bloom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397605466102675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a monstrous headache yesterday and you would not believe me of the reason why. Halfway in the bus from MacRitchie Reservoir to the Singapore River, i was trying to get my ears away from listening to the tour guide which pronounces almost each and every single word wrongly. I was then awaken from my rest when that bloody boy touches my head, startling me. I would rate yesterday's Humanities learning journey a 3/5 only. The only scene which excites me the most is when i saw the monkey (yes, that monyets) scratching it's butt and looking very dumb. We were not allowed to enter the Asian Civilisation Museum (freakya) and Insyirah and I was very unhappy about it. Things became worst when cher did not allow us to have ice cream (reminds me of pre-schoolers) and we had to be the first to return to school. The only thing&lt;br /&gt;we did for today is that CIP thingy and learned about Barbados and Morocco. (then there is this one (hot) muscular guy in the slides and i was excited and was telling it to Insyirah and i saw cher's face (i know). So, tomorrow we're going for our other Tongue Learning Journey and i heard that our destination is Little India and Chinatown.yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7988529032157495267?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7988529032157495267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7988529032157495267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/russian-roulette.html' title='Russian Roulette'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuglktzBtpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qpgJYO5y784/s72-c/DSC00254bloom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5663111720445074299</id><published>2009-10-26T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:30:19.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooks &amp; stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRu5A4nuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CDl7npEZpcc/s1600-h/GIRLFRIENDS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRu5A4nuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CDl7npEZpcc/s320/GIRLFRIENDS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRw-CworI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2E6k5F3C7qw/s1600-h/E4CAMWHORE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRw-CworI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2E6k5F3C7qw/s320/E4CAMWHORE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWSJkcLUjI/AAAAAAAAAss/dZWQnhf4X6U/s1600-h/BUDAKKITA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWSJkcLUjI/AAAAAAAAAss/dZWQnhf4X6U/s320/BUDAKKITA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRyhpOOAI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2kPD6_sHmdU/s1600-h/BERAYA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRyhpOOAI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2kPD6_sHmdU/s320/BERAYA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWSK1JZGlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vLNcltFJSBU/s1600-h/WITHLOVE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWSK1JZGlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vLNcltFJSBU/s320/WITHLOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As promised, the scrapbook pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5663111720445074299?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5663111720445074299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5663111720445074299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/scrapbooks-stuffs.html' title='Scrapbooks &amp; stuffs.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuWRu5A4nuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CDl7npEZpcc/s72-c/GIRLFRIENDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8402673834729868783</id><published>2009-10-24T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:44:52.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Expect&lt;/span&gt; the best, and you'll get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, i'm unsure about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuMEE3pw42I/AAAAAAAAAr8/IFA4Btsz6OI/s1600-h/DSC00220+bloomed+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuMEE3pw42I/AAAAAAAAAr8/IFA4Btsz6OI/s400/DSC00220+bloomed+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396161260225094498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was applying those facial stuffs and received lots of calls when i was just about to get ready. So i stuffed all those things in my bag and just grab a pair of sandals and wore it. I've been confused on what shoe to wear and i think i made up my mind. I thought i was late to meet Nini. Yet, i only saw her walking towards our meeting place when i was on my way too. I swear we freaked out when we reached Sengkang and i was swearing. Reasons, pacman. We took the bus and reach a place which made us walk such a long distance. And we nearly got the wrong way and our dear classmates saved us. We were the first few groups to reach. So we hang around Chong Wee's house first. So me and girlf's camwhore for a while. Then we went down to chill and then ate Mee Siam. We chilled once again and then we barbequed. There was chicken and satay. yums :D We walked with a thought of following to take cher. But then we thought of a race. So we dumped our eaten satay sticks and chicken wings with cups in other peoples rubbish bin (laughs). I came last as i felt like my tudung flying off (giggles). Then we road-blocked when Miss Kwok came. Looking at the time, we had to go although it's still early ): We left quickly wishing pacman won't tag along. We were all dissapointed when he suddenly came after us. I was pissed of and started singing 'F.ck you' by Lily Allen. And i was waving my hand in the air and Nabeel joined me. Since we were unsure of the place, we thought of taking the taxi. But then none wanted to stop. So, we took 86 instead and suprisingly, it stopped at my house( i freaking didn't know that). We had much fun and it's sad that we're all gonna seperate next year ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8402673834729868783?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8402673834729868783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8402673834729868783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk.html' title='Walk.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SuMEE3pw42I/AAAAAAAAAr8/IFA4Btsz6OI/s72-c/DSC00220+bloomed+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4463201543807603845</id><published>2009-10-21T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:30:28.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Don't let &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; things get in your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But they always are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/St7hdo7bNPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7BhFs0Us3jE/s1600-h/DSC08949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/St7hdo7bNPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7BhFs0Us3jE/s400/DSC08949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394997302955554034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time just thinkin' thinkin' thinkin' bout you. Every single day yes, I'm really missin' missin' you. I swear i swear i swear i was just singin', so, meet me halfway.. See, i kinda mix everything up. I kinda have a brain traffic jam this week and it's not getting any better. So, my life is just ruining. I am lost in what to choose. I'm flexible with both POA and D&amp;amp;T. The same goes with Physics and Biology. I just couldn't find my sister's Phy and Bio books to take a look. One more, I'm in dilema of choosing either Geography or History. I truly prefer Geography, but.. The teacher, whoah. I'll shut it.Okay, i made my choices, which is Geography like duh. Freak lah. Submission date is soon and i'm still unsure of the things i want. And we actually signed the class photos like it's the end of school and i don't have any cause i 'mogok' of not buying as my face was not inside. All because of that 9 Days MC. DAMN IT. Thank You. And i hope i could attend that barbecue. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4463201543807603845?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4463201543807603845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4463201543807603845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-it.html' title='Damn It.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/St7hdo7bNPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7BhFs0Us3jE/s72-c/DSC08949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3601467215796028908</id><published>2009-10-19T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:03:23.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOTHEPEETOTHEYOUPEEAIDEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Go where your&lt;/span&gt; heart &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;leads you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart does not have arrows pointing to what choices i should take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/StwrBc93lPI/AAAAAAAAArs/HEfV15wsBxA/s1600-h/IMG-2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/StwrBc93lPI/AAAAAAAAArs/HEfV15wsBxA/s400/IMG-2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394233757638563058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up with a pair of watery eyes. Together in the package is, wicked saliva. After switching off my alarm song, i went straight to the bathroom and the routine continues. I was early today and i went to get my shoes. I waved goodbye and walked my way to the usual train station. I was sucking on my purple-coloured strepsils as my my throat was bugging me. I couldn't find my thoughtful banana(sorry, it's nini (: )  and panicked when i couldn't find her. So i told myself to chill and plugged a pair of earpeas into my ear, listening to the song 'Forever-Drake' placed in my 'MOVED.' playlist. Everyone was freaking staring at me and i acted cool by stucking my strepsils by my teeth. When i reached the main train station, i started to panic as no one was wearing the same uniform the same as me. Those usual kids were not there. So i ran halfway down the stairs, pull out my earphones and called mom. I was pissed off when mum told me that reasons could be that it was a holiday today. So, when the train home arrived, i took it and ran home. I saw two of my schoolmates (yes guys, one of them is the budak 'lift tercepit') cycling under my void deck and they were freaking staring at me full of wonder. I ran and there, the story ends. That's my sweaty morning and i felt so stupid today.&lt;/span&gt; So, well well, i spent the whole morning making sardine rolls to waste my morning after i came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gathering yesterday was okay. I didn't know anyone except for my aunt, uncle and lil' cousin. So, i hope, next time more people i know would come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3601467215796028908?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3601467215796028908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3601467215796028908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/estothepeetotheyoupeeaidee.html' title='ESTOTHEPEETOTHEYOUPEEAIDEE.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/StwrBc93lPI/AAAAAAAAArs/HEfV15wsBxA/s72-c/IMG-2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1806821057707530517</id><published>2009-10-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:45:19.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE, YEAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Practice &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;There's a limit for patience, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning, with a huge frown on my face, and it never feels out of place. (gives you hell melody) Yeah, that's the same routine every morning. K, whatever and whatever, i was like a dummy for today, and any other days. I would jalan kat dapur, bukak fridege, drawer, periuk, keluar balik, in 5 mins, do the same routine all over again or sit in front of the computer screen thinking of what the hell to do after visiting blogger and facebook or msn or either lepak on the sofa listening to my playlist on my phone. So, for today, i actually did something else, which is watching television. No Life.Then today, since it's Deepavali, my neighbour, (no, almost everyone staying at my level is malays, this is the one beside the one staying below me.) sent some food and cookies (ditanggung halal) as we have been sending each other food and cookies every Hari Raya and Deepavali. So then i got to taste Thosai today. K, whatever, for sure tomorrow i have a choice to follow my parents and Fafan to a Family gathering which were never gathered before. As in, i don't know these people, it's just my Dad's long lost cousin holding this stuff for my dad and his siblings to come together with their family. So, i swear i have no idea of the location. So, basically, next time i should learn to shut up sometime kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I must learn to hate you. So, i hate you, i hate you and a thousand more of i hate you's. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1806821057707530517?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1806821057707530517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1806821057707530517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-yeah.html' title='LIKE, YEAH.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3039871527305475856</id><published>2009-10-16T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:35:21.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLASTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="color8" &gt;Your mouth has produced more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4807&lt;/span&gt; litres or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1265&lt;/span&gt; gallons of saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those salivating, i don't have to save all those saliva in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a depressing day in school. I've been thinking about the results all this while. Despite of thinking that we won't receive the History papers, we received it. I was praying hard that i would pass although i don't have any intention in taking up History next year,just in case i change my mind. I got 29 and am grateful enough that i passed. So, yeah. Physical Education lesson was sweaty. Played basketball and sweat all over. Waited for Maths but we are to only receive it next week. Ms Vanitha was absent today and she gave us worksheets to do although it was after the exams. Mdm Suhailah was kind enough to let us watch PCK. Has not received English yet, but heard that situational writing was done badly :( Then the class talked about how we are going to be streamed next year. girlfs wanted 3E3 which was POA and double science. I was okay with it, but then Amel mentioned that 3E4 offered Art and i was like yeah mans! But its such a touture that we have to all study A Math next year. sucky -.-" And am so afraid of promotion day. Brr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nini, You told me about the Stupidity Test (more of silly-ness).&lt;br /&gt;I scored, 70% (drink come out of my nose because i was laughing so hard included.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3039871527305475856?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3039871527305475856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3039871527305475856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/plastic.html' title='PLASTIC'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1789118719216719097</id><published>2009-10-15T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:38:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger and depression can be overcome by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start loving and hoping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 THINGS I COULD DO FOR THE END OF YEAR HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif;font-size:-1;color:#404040;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Gather up a few friends, and have a picnic in your backyard. (i'll gather my siblings there (: )&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a walk and take pictures of trees, flowers, dogs, etc. (photography!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 3. Buy some fashion magazine&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 16px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pick out a couple of really cute outfits, and try to recreate them for less! (hmm..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bead some bracelets and sell them for charity. (i'll keep them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 5. Volunteer at the local animal or homeless shelter. (any other places?)&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 16px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean your room! (ehem..)&lt;br /&gt;7. Bake some cupcakes and deliver them to friends and family. (no problem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 8. Play some childhood games.(I'll play the Lego set and cars with Fafan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take your dog for a walk.(Nope, i'll take Fafan to the playground then..)&lt;br /&gt;10. E-mail a friend you haven't spoken to in awhile.(i'll start sms-ing them (: )&lt;br /&gt;11. Do 25 jumping jacks! (i'll do 50!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Look through old family scrapbooks, photo books, and yearbooks. (okay!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Make a root beer float.(i don't like root beers)&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to the movies with your siblings.(Kak Nurul's busy already. She has always been my movie companion :( )&lt;br /&gt;15. Go window-shopping with a friend. (.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 16. Write a poem.(for who?)&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 16px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Make fresh, homemade fruit juice. (okay.)&lt;br /&gt;18. Give your dog a bath. (will dog plushie do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 19. Make dinner for your family. (no problem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Baby-sit for a neighbor. (I'll rather babysit my own brother.)&lt;br /&gt;21. Have a sleepover party and watch scary movies.(okay.)&lt;br /&gt;22. Plan a vacation you want to take next summer. (brr..)&lt;br /&gt;23. Plant flowers in your yard. (i'll take mum's.)&lt;br /&gt;24. Sign up for a class. (where?)&lt;br /&gt;25. Have a bubble bath. (lets get BUBBLY!!)&lt;br /&gt;26. Make a mixed CD of your favorite songs and title it "The soundtrack of my life". (my cd space is spoiled :( )&lt;br /&gt;27. Order a pizza. ( Dad is soooo gonna be mad at me..)&lt;br /&gt;28. Splash around in a plastic kiddy pool. (we have no kiddy pool :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 29. Buy some crayons and colouring book. (i'll take Fafan's!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Read a book based on a movie you have seen. (okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 31. Make a scrapbook of your old photos. (i've started collecting, but not scrap booking :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 32. Get a job or an internship. (it's hard to get a job now -.-')&lt;br /&gt;33. Start a diary and write in it everyday. (will monthly scoops do?)&lt;br /&gt;34. Spend the day at the library. (no problem.)&lt;br /&gt;35. Draw a self-portrait. (okay! I'll frame it if it's nice (: )&lt;br /&gt;36. Make a collage out of old magazines. (no problem.)&lt;br /&gt;37. Run around in the sprinklers. (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;38. Go to a museum. (i've been wanting to visit all the museums here :D )&lt;br /&gt;39. Go out for lunch with one of your parents. (already.)&lt;br /&gt;40. Jump in the pool with your clothes on. (i've always done that.)&lt;br /&gt;41. Eat last night's leftovers for breakfast. (haizz..)&lt;br /&gt;42. Learn to sew or knit. (materials?)&lt;br /&gt;43. Invite friends over and have a tea party.(how girly..)&lt;br /&gt;44. Swing on the swings at the park. (sculpture park?)&lt;br /&gt;45. Tie-Dye a t-shirt or bed sheets. (maybe i would just buy a shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;46. Make a smoothie. (hmm.. i'll try to make up a new recipe.)&lt;br /&gt;47. Learn how to define and spell 5 new words from the dictionary. (to improve my english vocabs.)&lt;br /&gt;48. Make popsicles in your freezer.(i'll try..)&lt;br /&gt;49. Put on the radio and dance. (like always.)&lt;br /&gt;50. Go camping in your backyard! (the balcony will do..)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, i don't have to plan anymore. Everything is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1789118719216719097?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1789118719216719097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1789118719216719097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/anger-and-depression-can-be-overcome-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3017064623110042730</id><published>2009-10-14T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:10:53.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for NOTORIOUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/StXZpQEjNFI/AAAAAAAAArU/oL-tlPjDpno/s1600-h/0-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/StXZpQEjNFI/AAAAAAAAArU/oL-tlPjDpno/s400/0-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392455431557952594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="color4"&gt;You hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="color4"&gt;e breathed more than &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;109252800&lt;/b&gt; times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;does this include the time i was breathing so quickly that i nearly went ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;t of breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have something to say. It has been bothering me for quite a while. Not a while. Always? If nobody were to look at me and the whole world would just not care, i would shout it out with my.. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;) fingers up, swearing. I would be by the tranquil beach shouting my hearts out like nobody's business (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like a mongkeyh&lt;/span&gt;) . And i swear, i mean it. But the world has never ever been quiet enough for me to have a say. Yes, i would try sitting in a room, shouting and swearing, facing the wall, imagining the faces, but then, we have to remember that the wall have ears. People are eavesdropping everywhere (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i do it too&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shut up.&lt;/span&gt;) . So, i guess this whole thing is going to be with me throughout my whole life and perhaps, maybe i'll just share it with the soil i'll be facing after my death. So there, that's what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been wasting my money shopping these few days, only realizing it now. I'm too into getting prepared on what to wear on Aunt Fid's wedding this end of year. See, we sisters have been researching on what kind of make up to match it up with the costumes. And i have been searching for three inch heels to match with it. I'm so gonna grab those Clarks i saw just now. Brr... And i paid a visit to Toys'r'us and bought this junior pda thingy. (it's childish, but cute and cool) Bought it with the purpose of storing my passwords, homeworks and stuffs.. And yeah, it's obvious that the exams are over. But i'm just superbly worried about the results. See, this year is like the worst. I failed mid-year and i know that i have not put in any effort to study well for the end of year. So, i'm ready to receive any results..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;It may not mean nothing to yall,&lt;br /&gt;Understand nothing was done for me,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't plan on stopping at all,&lt;br /&gt;I want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Forever, Drake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3017064623110042730?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3017064623110042730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3017064623110042730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/n-is-for-notorious.html' title='N is for NOTORIOUS.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/StXZpQEjNFI/AAAAAAAAArU/oL-tlPjDpno/s72-c/0-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3151409656225750281</id><published>2009-10-12T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:29:21.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"  Play on the ground with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; more.  " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I am going to end up bald by the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3151409656225750281?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3151409656225750281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3151409656225750281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5644591694094379210</id><published>2009-10-10T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:40:43.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One less lonely girl. ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dare to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My principle of fitting in is always not working. I shall try standing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling this way? No, it's not something emotional, people. Oh, come on stop it.Okay, most importantly, why am i not studying now? I've been out and about this whole morning. It started from having breakfast at banquet(i'm so going to increase in weight if this continues). We shopped for dad's birthday gift. Which his 49th birthday is yesterday(not 50, my mistake). We were at the guy's corner all the time and the renoma briefs packaging is freaking me out. I keep seeing hot guy's body everywhere, that one point of time, i started covering my face with my wallet. All for the sake of finding Dad's gift. And i've been wanting to own that white 'My bf is a hippie..' Levi's shirt. I'm so grabbing one after EOY. Brr... One more, Kak Hill and me have been planning to shop for some make up. We need to get some for Aunt Fid's wedding (nak glam je..). Of course, once in a while only. It's 11.30 now and i am half dead. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more.&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1 was simple, yet complicated. I'm sighing loud enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5644591694094379210?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5644591694094379210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5644591694094379210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-less-lonely-girl-me.html' title='One less lonely girl. ME.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3429652303850393396</id><published>2009-10-06T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:03:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"  &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Put a &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; spin on every thought you have.&lt;/span&gt;  "&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should think positively for today's malay paper then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been saving summer for fall. Really. Last Friday's Raya outing have been a rapturous day. Despite of only having four people, it was fun enough as we could chillax, joke around and gossip (ni tak perlu) within ourselves. Last saturday made miserably ecstatic. The thing is, i just couldn't stand walking in Mustafa Centre. But i was joyful that i got myself a 2 GB Memory Stick (if only i could use it for my brain -.-") We headed down towards gramps house and i kept eating After Eight. (Its a chocolate) I was addicted to it so much till i named my playlist after it.Sunday was a rush. We had many visitors and ohmaga! Monday is so EOY. And i slept in my jeans and white tees. I screwed a lil' for my newsletter report. We were off for our study group in the Library today and everything went fine. I understood a few maths question. Malay paper today was fine. Remind me on how i hated doing narrative composition and i mini-mini(more of mai-ni)-mini-more-ed the 3 composition questioned and got the 5th one. so i did on 'how this kid just don't follow his parents advice and ended up getting involved in crimes." I should realize that i screwed the comprehension of the second paper. (whats the point! i've always screwed all my compre's) Went on with taking a ride on the bus (this is horrible) and heading towards compass point. Ate at McD's and headed to library to study until we were told not to and went straight to LRT corner where we got scared off by the secuirity guard and never want to go there again. Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3429652303850393396?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3429652303850393396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3429652303850393396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/gosh.html' title='Gosh.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1720742417964559046</id><published>2009-10-01T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:41:52.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me Halfway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Your heart has pumped more than &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;38190650&lt;/span&gt; litres or &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;10090000 &lt;/span&gt;gallons of blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gosh, pump it louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been fulfilling my promises. I have once again publish a post although, it was stated that i will not till EOY is done. I suddenly remembered on how this Indian guy and that Chinese lady came to our house on the night of hari raya saying that our window was nominated, freaking us, the whole family out. Read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsSsV0FwYVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NWhn3GdYwfQ/s1600-h/windowcurtain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsSsV0FwYVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NWhn3GdYwfQ/s320/windowcurtain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It rings a bell when the concert is drawing soon and they are polluting the peaceful sound when they are fixing the stage.( how annoying.) And since they never call us, i would assume that we did not win. (hahs!) Then there's this one time i was watching 'Kepompong' and i was in a mood to study science and got scolded by dad due to studying in front of the television. See what i mean? It's wrong to not study and both wrong when i study. I was surprised that i actually passed all the main (totally does not include history -.-) class test for this month. (Amin. Hehs.) Oh yeah, i don't know why, i find Superjunior cool and i &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the book I'm reading, The Time Traveler's Wife. And i kinda thing this song is great. I just came across it while watching 'Asian Takeaway' on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1gwMWrc2xxc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1gwMWrc2xxc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Till we meet again &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;(assumed, after EOY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; and wonderful&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; o's&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;naddystar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you made me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1720742417964559046?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1720742417964559046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1720742417964559046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-me-halfway.html' title='Meet Me Halfway'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsSsV0FwYVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NWhn3GdYwfQ/s72-c/windowcurtain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5828675970066972107</id><published>2009-09-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:37:40.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you made me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f2009f; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you hadn't taken a single haircut, your hair would be more than&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;83.37&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;inches long today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would look like a banshee by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-ATpBkQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/pZ3B59kGKnw/s1600-h/DSC09476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-ATpBkQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/pZ3B59kGKnw/s320/DSC09476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-xzFDV2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/GLhQWf5ehSQ/s1600-h/DSC09604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-xzFDV2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/GLhQWf5ehSQ/s320/DSC09604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-7CHhY0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/zv0kUqk5R0s/s1600-h/DSC09636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-7CHhY0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/zv0kUqk5R0s/s320/DSC09636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-XlP4y2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/C45ZXCjWwrU/s1600-h/DSC09469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-XlP4y2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/C45ZXCjWwrU/s320/DSC09469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-pGnezPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/F2EIozIzagM/s1600-h/DSC09623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-pGnezPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/F2EIozIzagM/s320/DSC09623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;THE THING IS, I GOT TRUCKLOADS MORE IN OUR SHARED MULTIPLY AND SOME IN A FEW CAMERAS MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Till the end of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;EOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;give that a highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;'s,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Naddystar, you made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5828675970066972107?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5828675970066972107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5828675970066972107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-made-me.html' title='you made me.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SsB-ATpBkQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/pZ3B59kGKnw/s72-c/DSC09476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-646193859726793181</id><published>2009-09-13T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:42:50.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make her say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;HOW I SPENT ONE MISERABLE WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;give that a highlight&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SqxN1Xcx5qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/D5c5LbR4Prk/s1600-h/naddystar-eboutique.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SqxN1Xcx5qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/D5c5LbR4Prk/s320/naddystar-eboutique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Basically, I 'chillax' around the house from the couch, to the study room, to the television till i reach my 'bunky' for the weekends of the previous week. I have suddenly realized that i have wasted my time and nothing has came out of it. Despite of thinking that way, i still continued my routine for the next day. Chillin' at the sofa till i sleep on it (it's forbiddened, due to the fact that we will ruin the cover, i still do it) while i was reading my novel, 'Adam &amp;amp; Hawa' and i finally finished 3 books within 2 weeks. Three claps (: With an additional of three boos to dad for throwing my canvas shoe. What am i going to wear to school!? The next day, i was told to report for parents teacher meeting. Yes, i failed English and Mathematics. Those major subjects. Mathematics has been one of them since forever. Yet, i've been failing my English since Mid-year of 2009. ( think. it's only this year, dumb.) This had woken up my senses causing me to repent and start revision. That night, mum received a call. That's the start of the word '&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;'. I need to take care of my grams&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (not the one i heart)&lt;/span&gt;. I don't wanna talk about it. Well, spend the saturday mending that e-boutique of mine. Fabulous. Watched Geng &amp;amp; Upin &amp;amp; Ipin. That show was sure a joke. Three Cheers (: On the last day of the miserable week, i am finally gonna dump the word 'miserable' and take up a new word, 'fun'. It's sunday and hey! It's the family gathering day. Will be meeting nenek (hearts), atuk (hearts), aunt fid, and more. It's been a long time since i went there. Can't wait for this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;TILL &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;NOT EOY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;NADDYSTAR&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;with love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-646193859726793181?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/646193859726793181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/646193859726793181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-her-say.html' title='make her say.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SqxN1Xcx5qI/AAAAAAAAAqE/D5c5LbR4Prk/s72-c/naddystar-eboutique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2044568673198409059</id><published>2009-09-09T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:20:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WON'T BE BACK SO SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TILL EOY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;naddystar; with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. : Another alternative could be following through my mini-blog, Twitter (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2044568673198409059?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2044568673198409059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2044568673198409059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/09/till-then.html' title='Till then.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3474789604768244442</id><published>2009-09-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:28:59.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAIN HELPLESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sp6AjD7TjeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Javv5gS4Ddk/s1600-h/2E4cpv3bloggedjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sp6AjD7TjeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Javv5gS4Ddk/s320/2E4cpv3bloggedjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I AM PLAIN HELPLESS TODAY.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(swears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking thing nowadays although i'm not suppose too. There's just too many things to think about. Blah blah blah and how the novel story i'm reading would end.. blah blah blah once again.. and i've finished my desire to read that book. I finally read the whole novel jiwang, 'tinggallah pujaan' of my sister already!That book was super touching, i almost cried. Why must the guy die! (muker helpless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I BROKE THE RECORD OF READING TWO BOOKS WITHIN ONE WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miracle laa.. If only i could do that for school textbooks..&amp;nbsp; I am sure i'll pass. I've still not showed my mum the PTM form. Die. I am super lazy. Yeah, artnovation was dumb dumb. I hate it. I'm so not staying back if it was to be Friday after school. Kak Nurul is mad at me already after i told her i may be going late for our date. SETUPIT Artnovation -.-" GAHHS! Since when am i not interested in art &amp;amp; IT? And i am madly in love with my pink light-on Ben 10 yo-yo. Fafan kept taking it from me. (irritated face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is crazy : Kak, did you just sleep while holding the mouse of your lappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And you just did it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tinggallah Kasih, Tinggallah Pujaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3474789604768244442?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3474789604768244442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3474789604768244442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/09/plain-helpless.html' title='PLAIN HELPLESS.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sp6AjD7TjeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Javv5gS4Ddk/s72-c/2E4cpv3bloggedjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5027866943437998547</id><published>2009-09-01T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:58:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinggallah Pujaan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Spy4K4qELkI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SdzpBTpjacg/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Spy4K4qELkI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SdzpBTpjacg/s320/DSC00035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;A MILLION QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;ALL ABOUT OUR LIFES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only 3 periods today. English was the first. Maths was what the bleah. Recess was just hanging around the study area. Head to the library after that. We were unsure of where to go, so, just head there, as if there's Mother Tongue. Read the novel i brought along, 'Tinggallah Pujaan' (Please, takmo start jiwang kat sini. -.-") I was reading and imagining and admiring.. Actually, secondly, i was talking to Nini, Amel and Ira. Then after that annoucement, we headed to 2E4. The hall was our next destination. That squeezy hall! GOSH! Made my leg have cramps and stuff. It was hard for me to stand up. Utterly horrible.Head to class and got the PTM form. BLEAHS -.-" See what i mean from this year just sucks. I have never failed so badly last year.(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fingers up&lt;/span&gt;) After school, head to Fernvale and all and rushed . Took the NEL and Green Line. Fill the time with listening to my songs &amp;amp; reading my novel. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I ACTUALLY GOT SESAT-ED IN GEYLANG&lt;/span&gt;. It was sure a hard walk. I got mixed up with Tanjong Ktong, Joo Chiat and The Old &amp;amp; New Pasar Geylang. -.-" Dumbdumb. After i finally (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gosh, like finally!&lt;/span&gt;) reached Joo Chiat, Mum was looking for material for the curtains (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nak rayer katerkan&lt;/span&gt;). And i saw the person cutting such an ugly material. I saw this one attractive material and told my sister why mum din't choose this. But the fact is, she did and the apek just got her the wrong one. -.-" Then we went all over searching for our clothes. Pathetic mansxz. At last we found some nice ones in Bimla(&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not $50. trust me, they look horrible&lt;/span&gt;) Then we grab the latest ones. Trying them on was fun (: I tried 4 -.-" And i bought those dangling dangling stuff. Guess what? This rayer, i'll look just like Kak Nurul. We all gt the same suit all that stuff, but kak nurul have the same shoes as me and we bought the same dangling stuff. Only that mine's white and her's is brown. Ohh yeah, our theme colour this year is... beigh- super light pink going to white. To sum it all, i had such a tiring afternoon just to find barang nak rayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just love today because i get a new bolster today (like finally!) and i don't think my Classiq gonna even arrive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;GIVE UP ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5027866943437998547?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5027866943437998547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5027866943437998547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/09/tinggallah-pujaan.html' title='Tinggallah Pujaan.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Spy4K4qELkI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SdzpBTpjacg/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8127791027371791854</id><published>2009-08-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:14:24.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Spj-Z-dbntI/AAAAAAAAAps/F6pSvF83HPY/s1600-h/e4+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Spj-Z-dbntI/AAAAAAAAAps/F6pSvF83HPY/s320/e4+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #d5a6bd; clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;WE CROSSED THE DEEPEST OCEAN,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: white;"&gt;CARGO ACROSS THE SEA. &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;not?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History for first period sure sucks. Well, the fact is, i just don't like it. I'm interested in ancient history, not political history. -.-" PE was made me feel so lethargic. We had to do circuit (something something..) As in run 2 rounds and continue with other workouts continuously. Chillax around the foyer during recess. Maths was like yeah man! Although i FAILED.. -.-" I improved from 3% to like 48% for my common test. FOR REAL MANSXZ! Remember on how i got 2/30 for my Maths Common Test last term? Achieving 13/30 this time made me happy enough. Science was plain boring. Effects Of Heat. This pathetically shows that i am not a bit interested in chemistry cause i nearly fell asleep. English was like normal. Miss Lin, telling us to do some English Work and she has not collected quite a stack of them. It's all stuffed in my file and foolscape pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a thought of going online. It's Friday Afternoon sia..Like usually?.. But then had an offer from Kak Nurul. She wants to bring me to watch the movies. Watched UP./ The story was hilarious (: It was sad too.. And maybe, sleepy. (The seat was too comfortable (If those effing adolescents were not siting behind us! (givethat face)) , the air conditioned cinema and the darkness.. (obviously i will fall asleep!)) I just put a bracket inside a bracket inside a bracket. Give me a HUGE WOW! people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahur ( Pre dawn meal) today was pretty normal. Only that Dad came home late. I was reading the Berita Harian (which had no good news today! -.-") and my "Do my head looks big in this?" book throughout the whole time after sahur. I was then forced to take a bath and follow mum to the mosque. Alimsxz..(blinkseyelashes) Went to compass point, library, stuffs.. Then we went to Prime and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8127791027371791854?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8127791027371791854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8127791027371791854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/up.html' title='UP.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Spj-Z-dbntI/AAAAAAAAAps/F6pSvF83HPY/s72-c/e4+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6517559995798201360</id><published>2009-08-27T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:11:29.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, Down, Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SpZd9fC_vjI/AAAAAAAAApk/MWKqjze4B-I/s1600-h/S4027456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SpZd9fC_vjI/AAAAAAAAApk/MWKqjze4B-I/s320/S4027456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FIREFLIES TEACHING ME HOW TO DANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally realise i had no time for the cyberworld. I can live without the cyberworld afterall. The thing i am finally addicted too is, READING. Like finally, i found a perfect book, to relate to me, my life. These few days had been very fast. In 2 days, it will be a full 1 week that we had been fasting. Yet, it felt like only yesterday, it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked Pasta for Home Ec. Borrowed a new book, and i am sooooo addicted to it. Received Science &amp;amp; Home Ec paper. I scored 26 1/2 for both papers. Yes, the same two digits and how surprising, with the 1/2 too.Had Dance Practice and this is the final before the performance. We were given the permission to stop the stretching if we can't survive anymore and were then released at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Had science prac (: Art was okay. Were released early due to Dance CIP. Going to the SILRA home was okay. A lil' fun. But how the heck do we communicate when they are mostly chinese. So, i just use sign language and simple English. It works! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Did Sequel during music. I FREAKING SWEAR I RATHER DO IT MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my complaints &amp;amp; more here, cause i'm late to break my fast. BOO YAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6517559995798201360?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6517559995798201360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6517559995798201360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/down-down-down.html' title='Down, Down, Down.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SpZd9fC_vjI/AAAAAAAAApk/MWKqjze4B-I/s72-c/S4027456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-633438412698684996</id><published>2009-08-21T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:37:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/So58ZY3enzI/AAAAAAAAApc/rCgZlIrnpuM/s1600-h/S4027287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/So58ZY3enzI/AAAAAAAAApc/rCgZlIrnpuM/s320/S4027287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: #666666;"&gt;LIKE A THOUSAND FIREFLIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set off with the sweet taste of chocolate muffin mum bake. That was my breakfast. Waited for 15 minutes for Nini at the LRT station and i freaking swear it's like buah durian tak jatuh jatuh. In the process, decided to play the games in my phone. When the clock ticks to 6.45, i rushed into the train. Found Nini and Merv in the train. People, lets strangle them! I was said to be late and the last to arrive although i was the first, only that i got the wrong venue. Rode the train and we arrived. History was quite fun today as there were more to stories and videos rather to lectures. We got the chance to play badminton (like usual) as we had completed our napha test and none of us need to retake them. We then played 'concentration' and i was always the first to lose in every round. We played dog &amp;amp; bone too. Fun mansxz, until i hurt myself and others. Recess was like usual. We actually ate our hearts out since it was the last day we could eat in the school canteen. Maths was like normal. Miss Vanilla did not enter our class, so, took the oppurtunity to complete all my homework. English was so...... Nevermind. I hate debates. Watching or listening to it. Forget about doing it. Going home was freaking weird sia. Pahamkan laa ehk.. Headed to KFC after that. (mentang mentang besok puasa) Bought The Ultimate Value Meal with a small fries. Had to buy so as mum was out and about and there's no food at home. Mum than bought donuts home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramps and uncle currently here as sis just finish accompanying gramps to uncle kiki's don't know what NS thingy. I just realised that solat terawih starts today, not tomorrow. No wonder dad's still not home yet. K people, i got a message for you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;SELAMAT BERBUKA PUASA, YEAH!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edits:&lt;br /&gt;Opps, wrong. It's suppose to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA YE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Besok takmo bukak periuks, kay people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nanti perut drumroll tak tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-633438412698684996?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/633438412698684996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/633438412698684996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/besok.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/So58ZY3enzI/AAAAAAAAApc/rCgZlIrnpuM/s72-c/S4027287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8895463137136699090</id><published>2009-08-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:31:46.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/So1SIDwMf7I/AAAAAAAAApM/uT390WV-ZT0/s1600-h/DSC04178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/So1SIDwMf7I/AAAAAAAAApM/uT390WV-ZT0/s320/DSC04178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;WHEN I SAY 'JUMP!', YOU SAY, 'HOW,HOW!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started the day by waiting for Nini at the LRT. (this is very rare) She was not there, so thought maybe she's gone already. So, went to school straight. There were no signs of Merv too. Listened to the song in my phone. (like finally?) Some of the songs is so the dah basi nak mampos! I'm so uploading new ones. Home Ec came into my mind a lil'. Reached school and found something weird. Did i just arrived early? The school is still very __(what's that word?)__. Studied and when it was time for the Home Ec Common Test, i discovered that they only had 5 pages. 7 would be more challenging. The class was sleeping before the last 15 mins okay. Give more questions, please.(checking through seems so boring) Had music and all those innocent people with integrity (one of them was me.) stand outside the music room as we were actually just walking in the class when Mr Beng actually steps in. At least we got in the next minute (: Recess was normal. Malay class was HORROR! But fun. Heard alot of scary stories. What a day.. Malam jumaat and hungry ghost. English was plain boring. Who the hell suggested debate sia! (givegangsterface) History was full of doodle-ing. Lesson is so boring can! Science was super chim (i had no idea how to spell) I was rushing through my homeworks all the way throughout Study Period. And still had truckloads to do. Grr.. Ohh, had CCA and haizz.. Seems like this is the last one when we can drink during practice. And macam mepek, we must do CIP during puasa. Gotta brush up my dancestep. (very the maluating sak dance kat old folks home pas tu salah salah. tsk *-*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8895463137136699090?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8895463137136699090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8895463137136699090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/jump.html' title='Jump.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/So1SIDwMf7I/AAAAAAAAApM/uT390WV-ZT0/s72-c/DSC04178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4339842788120210913</id><published>2009-08-19T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:57:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More To Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SowC0hBdmdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZpBMP09qSGU/s1600-h/IMG-2449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SowC0hBdmdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZpBMP09qSGU/s320/IMG-2449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;THERE'S GOTTA BE MORE TO LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I would give half thumbs up and down to English Common Test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wushu was ughhhhhhhh........History was .. Madam Low is absent and we still have to do work. What the freak. CME was i can't recall anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mother tongue paper had an easy passage which is what i am afraid of. When it became too simple, you will tend to think that they need a very easy answer, but actually they need more and i got only 14 1/2 for it. :( Science paper was average. Miss Lin was absent. (i notice that many teachers are absent these few days.) Science was about work.  Assembly tak fun and Study period seems to fly so fast. I forget to add something. For dance today, Ms Emily never come and was replaced by this guy teaching us hip hop. Finally become a BGirls. (not funny.) Music taste dier sungguh the teroksxz. His warm ups are so much simpler. He thought how to do babyfreeze the correct way. Don't ask, i just can't do it. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HISTORY PAPER SUCKS BIG TIME. I think i am able to do the SEQ only. The SBQ is so.. 'i got nothing to say.'/ Maths paper was so confusing -.-" Whats with G (union) H'? What am i suppose to shade? Maths today was just fine. Had to act in art. This sucks big time too. K, shut up. The editing part of the video is super fun! Especially when we reverse the movement. I kept doing that till i know, Amel is irritated. HAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know my post this time just sucks big time (did i just mentioned that 3 times?) Come on. Life seems so wrong these few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4339842788120210913?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4339842788120210913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4339842788120210913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-to-life.html' title='More To Life?'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SowC0hBdmdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZpBMP09qSGU/s72-c/IMG-2449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8261218638913666162</id><published>2009-08-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:32:17.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scraps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="312" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=2107918&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=2107918&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't work, proceed to :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer.aspx?sbid=2107918&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Saturday is the alims day and Sunday is the wedding day. ( I so wanna go to wedding now! So long never makan makan bawah block(opps, skrg dah up sikit kan, kat multi pupose hall) But today, need to wake up like normal school days and reach school early. Sadly, the gate was not open. They make up halfway and then the gate opened. and someone forgets her tube.. HAHAS!! If i were'nt to blurt out what i saw, i don't think she will realise. Luckily i did. It was a long way to St. Pats. When we arrived, it was a super duper long wait. I could nearly fall asleep. And ohh, there were only four supporters for the puisi thing. Can you believe that? I thought more wants to follow. Well, down there, they served food for teachers only and students get packet drinks and bread only.( menyesal ku puases hari inis. -.-") And ohh! Pei Hwa won third (: Which is unbelievable to us, tapi who kesahs. We got third and we are satisfied, right? After that cikgu wanted to blajer pizza hut but i couldn't tag along cause i was puasaing (Deedee deserves to menyesal. Hahas! Ya, right!) So, head to the nearby shop since i was walking home and bought coloured pens. Yay! It's cute (: One more thing, i've been on the comp fo r hours and it's only __(time)___ pm. Come on mansxz! I'm having drum rolls in my stomach already. Oh yarh and i wasted time by online scrapbooking (: The one on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8261218638913666162?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8261218638913666162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8261218638913666162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/scraps.html' title='Scraps.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2238126070103752372</id><published>2009-08-14T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:26:06.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantu RAYA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/Rayaedit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS LAST TWO YEARS RAYER PHOTO, OKAY!?&lt;br /&gt;I AM MISSING THE SUASANA HARI RAYA.&lt;br /&gt;(Belum puasa dah nak raya, ye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; FRIDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, look at me, looking at me. All eyes come looking at me. Asal boleh bantai je lagu Gaga. Hahs.(Trying to follow the song chillin'.) Ohh, today, Nini and me feel like tendanging peoples butts &amp; nose. Kasi jadi macam kambing. (eh, no, not kambing. Peeps, stop calling me kambing, mansxz.) Anyone wants to volunteer? (I BET NO!) I got a question. Anyone knows how a kambing nose looks like? (is it a sheep or goat?) Ohh well, as forced by Nini, (cause i bet, she is the only one who reads my blog) i need to post something on my be be be log.(blog) Simply, today, for History, Mr Grey Railing entered. Mdm Low is absent. History was hardcore, people. We have not learnt compare and contrast yet this year! PE was all about completing the Napfa Test (sumpah tak tau spell) Got 31 for sit ups (i'm still 13!), 13 for incline pull up. (till i got burn marks which still hurts.) and thirty something for sit and reach. Why is my hand suddenly so short!? Give a GIGANTIC whatever to recess time. Thanky (: I guess so already! Confirm Mrs Kang never come, thats the reason why she told us to bring the workbook. Ms Vanilla really give me a hard time thanks to that 3 pieces of worksheet. Common Test is next week only, people! E4 should really thank Ms Lin for teaching History after school. We finally understand (maybe a lil') how to do compare and contrast. Had a SERIOUS KAMBING FUN after school. Actually, Friday had always been FUN ! Babe, how can we forget about NS'ters(+ Merv) Day. Sheesh..(shake head)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2238126070103752372?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2238126070103752372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2238126070103752372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/hantu-raya.html' title='hantu RAYA.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8944998088608163805</id><published>2009-08-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:54:57.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/Photo104-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day i skipped my MC. But it was sure great. Took the LRT, NEL, Circle Line and Red Line. It was sure long, but fun. It was sure fun this year cause i got the chance to take part. (Obviously, we did not win.) But it's the fun that counts, people. The Olympic Rings was fun. Whoah, that ball just went way too far.. That race which started with a 'C' was HORROR! (I labeled it that way cause i had no idea on how to spell it out.) Itches my palm and hands and got dirt into my nails. Yucks, i know. The singing part was sure full of patriotism. Heading home was horror. Lets recap what happened. We need to climb over the fence and i did it with a skirt. With shorts, okay! But the fun started when we reached the circle line. Really, i'm not sure if blogger can upload photos already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like usual. It's just like any other Saturday morning. After that, we head to Hougang to buy the Donuts that Fafan have been demanding for. Stop the tantrums , boy. The third destination wasn't far. We head to compass point to have some food. Should i say breakfast or it's more to lunch. That chicken rice that i have not eaten for long was sure a green tick for me. We had ice kacang then. Come on! I want mine to be pink. Mine became yellow cause i ate all the pink syrup first. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum baked egg tarts early in the morning. Yums :D Mum and Dad then had their typical Sundays. JEMPUTANS. Or i should say, wedding invitations. So, the slogan for today is, "Kite Party!" (No, it's not that flying kite. It's "Kita" the Malay accent') Actually we are suppose to get ready to head to Gramps house. But we sisters end up sleeping and the other, watching Ratatouille. So, in the end, we had to rush. We took the bus, trains and stuffs, heading to City Plaza. Port maid maid Indon + Banglas. Which was super irritating. Talk no more. The only reason we head there was for ARNOLDS CHICKEN (!) We bought five whole. Actually, there were many of us, so we had to buy alot of it. When we reach at Gramps, 'Tanter' was there. I don't know what to call her and i'm unsure what is her name. It's my uncle's wife laa.. She back from Indonesia. So, all of us ate the chicken. We shared it and it was so much fun when we share it right? The NDP then started. Semangat mans. We sisters and Aunt Fid took the pledge at 8.22 pm. How about you? Ahaha! Then, it was time to go home. We actually wanted to wait till Singapore idol was done, but we don't want to make life hard for Atuk. We rode with 9 person inside. Haha! People on the road was staring inside and there was one laughing. But it sure was fun (: Gramps and Aunt Fid then lepaks at our house for a while. See, from us going there till them coming here (: Hehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Friday's Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00245.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00246.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00247.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00248-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00249.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00250.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00251.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00252.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00256.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S./ Quality is not that great and it's taken just for fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8944998088608163805?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8944998088608163805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8944998088608163805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/shades.html' title='Shades.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7190067000524104449</id><published>2009-08-06T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:00:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapexs.</title><content type='html'>This is horror man!! I woke up with a severe headache. Forget it about going to school. So, slept again and the pain was still there. So, the best solution would be panadols. Right? Have been researching on my old blog. Seriously, it's damn old, the things inside are effing lame. ZAMAN PRIMARY SCHOOL. I kinda can't upload the photos for  now. I snapshot the thing. I'm so not gonna tell you the URL of course, silly! hehehe (laughs the Paris Hilton way.) Oh whatever,  anyway, YAY! I'm gonna attend tomorrow's national day/ sports carnival (ohh, whatever it is!..) Say yay people. This is the lamest post ever, trust me people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7190067000524104449?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7190067000524104449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7190067000524104449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/mapexs.html' title='Mapexs.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-9114749458982966447</id><published>2009-08-05T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:20:43.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; Tuesday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! Woke up at 5.30 in the morning. I swear my body was aching. So, reached mum first. Took the temprature and it was 39 degrees. So, did not go to school. Grr! There's Home Econs Class Test okay! Whatever it is, i think i will be sent back if i still go, right? So, around 11, went to the clinic. I SWEAR IT WAS A LONG WAIT, I ALMOST SLEEP DOWN THERE. Took the blood pressure thingy. Did that thang just squeezed my arm? Ouch, baybeh! The doctor talked alot. He couldn't pronouce my name properly, and Fafan's too. Mine became 'Nahidrah' and Fafan's became 'Erfan'. I got a 6 days MC. The doctor just decide to give me until National Day. Exclusive of Monday's holiday. Fafan got 10 days. Girl, do spend 6 miserable days at home. -.-" There, we need to wear a mask. COOL,COOL (: Fafan got a Disney one from the nurse. (Yes, i'm sooooooo jealous.) I got lots and lots and lots of medicine. Pills. Since i got a six days mc, i won't be able to attend FRIDAY'S NATIONAL DAY / sports day or (ohh whatever they call it..) celebration. I feel very pathetic. I've been looking forward for it throughout the whole year! Waste my time learning the Barney cheer enthusiastically when i can't even cheer it out :'( BRRRRRRRRRRR.......Getting Flu (yeas, it's flu, not cold. I read it in the posters) this week sungguh merugikan. There's lots happening this week. HE class test. Class photo (BRR...I won't be in the class photo :( ) Artnovation (i know it starts this week) That National day at YCK Stadium (siang siang dah plan.. AHAHAHA!) Sungguh menyepoilkan. And i actually sleep alday long till i feel like sleeping, but my eyes just can't close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-9114749458982966447?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/9114749458982966447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/9114749458982966447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/journey.html' title='Journey.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-9045410890080691056</id><published>2009-08-02T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:32:17.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WANNA SAY, BLOGGER, YOU ROCK LAA BABE! Blogger is back to normal today. Three cheers for it :D Baik uhh! K, today is simple. I read the newspaper too long that Dad said that if not reading it, but is making it. Isn't it suppose to be good that now, i read it longer than usual (which is flipping and read only if the title is bold enough and is interesting.!) Mum sent Fafan to his phonics classes nearby and hang out and so, i had nothing to do but to watch Pulau Hantu 2 when Dad is out to work and all sister is still sleeping (Haizz..). I WILL TOTALLY RATE THE SHOW 0.9/10 ! THAT SHOW SUCKS! The first movie was so much better. It's full of RA-ted stuffs (bikini girls, bikini girls and more bikini girls -.-") and the ghost just seriously sucks. Whats with the big mouth with sharp teeths and huge eyes.? Yeah, its scary. No, it just shocks me, not frighten me. And another thumbs DOWN for the show to have the same storyline as the first one. And the show never had an ending. It ends just like the first one. This movie is such a waste. The 0.9 was for the refreshing filming location. The seaside and bunglow was sure refreshing (: Whatever it is, Aunt Fid came again today. Discuss about her wedding stuffs. And i gave the idea of giving candies as the 'gifts' to the children. Dot dot. Sketch my Restaurant. Looks weird. This is suck a 'turn off' post. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-9045410890080691056?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/9045410890080691056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/9045410890080691056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/candy.html' title='Candy.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3378455890932536437</id><published>2009-08-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:11:09.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam.</title><content type='html'>Webcaming was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/?action=view&amp;current=webcamsfirst.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/webcamsfirst.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/?action=view&amp;current=webcamsecond.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/webcamsecond.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/?action=view&amp;current=webcamethird.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/webcamethird.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/?action=view&amp;current=Ninifirst.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/Ninifirst.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up early today cause we were just informed that Gramps are coming. Yay! Bath Fafan and stuff. Mum cooked Mee Soto and i'm so disgusted by kaki ayam can! Gramps and cousins are here. Aunt Fid will be here soon. I spent the whole day sitting on the chair. Not the computer chair. Sis took it. Ni uhh pakai kerusi courts, pantat sakit seyhh../ K, webcaming with nini was freaking fun! If only i had a webcam, we could play the song guessing game double. K, today is short./&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3378455890932536437?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3378455890932536437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3378455890932536437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/08/webcam.html' title='Webcam.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2127801905215575933</id><published>2009-07-31T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:25:01.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND33MLulNrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND33MLulNrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naddystar (hearts (as an idol)) Taufik.&lt;br /&gt;Cool uhh Fik.. I can spend the whole day depan amplifier dengar album Taufik laa..(someone, get a mop, i'm melting dengar lagu Taufik.) Ohh.. this reminds me, i've not taken out Taufik's cd from the stereo since last Saturday. BLEAHS :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, History test ALERT! I really did not have enough time for it. PE was shuttle run then. I got 11.8 sec. I know, it's not fast, so, shuts. Whatever it is, i still pass it though. :D Recess. Mrs Kang wasn't in for Maths. Ms Vanitha wasn't in for Science. So, we had 2 FREE PERIODS! (SCREAMS!!) With Mr Cheong (swear, i'm not sure of his name) where he said that today is his last day in our school. During the free period we spend time playing games. Really, we bring cyberworld to reality. Restaurant city has become a game created by Merv &amp; Nini, inspired by soccer (the ones we play on paper by flicking the pencil.) It's freaking cool, trust me. We talked about the a-z keyboard typing and of course, not forgetting, guessing Amel's &amp; Ira's password which i will OBVIOUSLY not reveal, you dumb! (hands on waist, mummies face) But 1hour and 40 minutes seems so short. We had English debate. I know, a few people who's not doing work and only know how to give negative comments towards the one doing the work should just shut the hell up. Giving negative comments when they themselves are not helping and contributing at all. Seriously, they are too noisy, i can't hear the debate clearly. Hmph! Fernvale-ed home. If i were to have a tummyache, it will be the bird gummy's fault. It's first time that Nini give away her gummies. (very generous :D) And everyone actually decided not to finish it anyway, i suspected something. But i finish it anyway. AND I'M STILL IN ONE PIECE. So, it's fine, right? SERIOUSLY, MY BUTT HAD BEEN STUCKED TO THIS COMPUTER CHAIR FOR ALMOST 8 HOURS ALREADY! I REALLY NEED TO GO, MY BUTTS STARTING TO COMPRESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2127801905215575933?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2127801905215575933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2127801905215575933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/compressed.html' title='Compressed.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2357212837242783297</id><published>2009-07-29T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:04:09.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen.</title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY AM LAZY TO BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;huge thanks to Blogger which is giving the shitface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had health screening today. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;One more, puhlease ehk./ Don't give that stare.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, once again people.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME AN F, MAYBE A U, NEXT SHOULD BE C AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THE LAST ONE CAUSE I'M A MUFFIN AND I'M AIN'T GONNA PUFFIN.&lt;br /&gt;(i had no idea what the hell i am trying to say.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2357212837242783297?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2357212837242783297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2357212837242783297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/screen.html' title='Screen.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2821746608409804357</id><published>2009-07-26T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:35:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP!</title><content type='html'>Blogger Is Giving Me Such A Toot! To Post.&lt;br /&gt;PROCEED TO FACEBOOK FOR PHOTOS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Low did not come, so, Ms Ang took over. She actually suspected Chua's big black&lt;br /&gt;bag is something suspicious. (merepeks!) PE was fun. We played badminton once again.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was so so. Maths was as per normal. Set notations are really confusing, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Science was okay. It wasn't a quiz! It was just for us to do mind mapping. But it&lt;br /&gt;help cause i really study.(maybe should strike off the really)/I really sleep alot &lt;br /&gt;today.Sleep. Gramps' and Uncle Kiki came. To send the tent and the NDP rehearsal ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Then eat, watch tv for a while and then fall asleep. Woke up, read the book. and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the day by accompanying Mum (with Kak Hill's &amp; Fafan) to the mosque. Alims (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to shop for some stuffs after that. EXCITED EXCITED. For what? NDP rehearsal uhh..&lt;br /&gt;Not the actual one, but just rehearsal is fun enough what.!We arrive and i know we like&lt;br /&gt;following people wearing red only. Pasal we are unsure about the route. Ohh yarh! I'm &lt;br /&gt;super unhappy with that who? That person who gave us the funpack. We can't exchange colours? &lt;br /&gt;And he gave me purple!? (at least this purple is quite okay..) The show was fun! There's a&lt;br /&gt;big huge gigantic enormous humongous Sang Nila Utama doll walking in. Not only him, there's &lt;br /&gt;others too. The freak me out. Those Red hearts balloons the fly in the air was sweet, yet &lt;br /&gt;contributing to global warming kan? There was seriously truckloads of people going home.&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked slowly. Went to take photos near the Asian Civilization Museum. Dad fetch us&lt;br /&gt;we head to the kedai minyak and homed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2821746608409804357?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2821746608409804357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2821746608409804357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/ndp.html' title='NDP!'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-4922356404238817565</id><published>2009-07-23T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:50:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Card.</title><content type='html'>I NEED AN F, MAYBE A U, GIVE ME A C.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. I CHANGED MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM. I'M SERIOUSLY ADDICTED TO TAUFIK'S SONGS. Ermm, CD's dig out. I've been listening to the old song over and over again and still am not sick of it. K, Sleeq's back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUZ2vGBTnws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUZ2vGBTnws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this video cool. Promote or what? But still, yeah, it's filled with great songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what a day. We had kenduri early this morning. KENDURI YOUR HATE! Some of us had to sit on the floor due to the fact that our tables are kept behind. Because of the O level LC./ Seriously, fed up! Someone took my seat and gave it back to me only when his is done. Someone tell me, what shit is this? (irritatingface)Maths was BLEAH! I actually did one wrong step for the quiz, leading the final answer to be wrong. GAHHS!! Music was oh so. Recess was back to normal. Seriously, hate this! We are used to the older one already! Though it has a lesser time, we are used to it. Now, it's just too long for us gitu. Malay, CONCENTRATE CONCENTRATE CONCENTRATE. English, Expo Compo. History, normal. Science. I WANNA TEAR THE PAPER LAA! FAIL BY 1/2 MARK! Chicken dodol mcnugget. Hmph! I swear, this is irritating. I know. Study wasn't even one. I never get the chance to do my homework due to the class page. Was it my dumb old thumbdrive or miss kwoks lappy? Gosh it took so long! Had lunch. Dance. K, this is one of the reason why i hate it. I can't dance. Flexible.not! And i don't have alot of memory space. I should get a memory card and stuck it to my ears sometime yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-4922356404238817565?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4922356404238817565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/4922356404238817565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-f-maybe-u-give-me-c.html' title='Memory Card.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7454402138377870180</id><published>2009-07-22T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:46:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku Berserah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ku masih tertanya&lt;br /&gt;Kemana arahku? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Freaking glad that it was Racial Harmony Day. RACIAL HARMONY DAY, YOU SAVED MY LIFE!! I like freaking forget to bring my apron although i packed in the book and the container. Glad that first period was 'FT'. Second period was home econs. I STILL WANT TO BAKE CUPCAKES, yet i was glad not to because i would have gotten a huge scolding (winks). I know i skipped FIT. Ya ya.. Whatever. Malay was typical. English was whatever. That (i don't really find hot and don't understand why others don't think so) teacher came in. Science was once again, typical. There was assembly and I FREAKING SWEAR, THAT PERSON IS GETTING ON OUR(not sure about the our, but is sure for me.) NERVES! There was no homework, so, study period, i decided to hug my bag and stare at Miss Vanilla. I wasn't allowed to do that, so we start drawing (and now i have no more foolscape. GET ONE!). I know i drew freaky things. Art, expression right? (ehem ehem.. expressions or what.?) K, i drew 'Crazy Planets' sky, 9 in the afternoon clock, Shaded Flower, Roots underground with a work, 'BOOM!' star doing gymnastic, 'class page v1 &amp; 2' lampost, 'restaurant city' cool chair which looks like a coffin. Stickwoman inside the "coffin" with a perut boncet, with a syringe stuck at the tummy, shooting stars and a UFO. I know i'm crazy./ For me to express, for you to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we have to go back at 12.00 due to Olevels. THEY SAVED US. not. Because of that, they cut ART and we have to wait for another week. I think it will be better if they cut right after Mother Tongue so that we don't have to attend Maths. Cikgu Kang so the memekak can. I feel like 'cekiking' her. Whatever whatever. Went home with Nini, Beel, Merv. They made me realised that i always cover my nose when i laugh. It's a habit. NOT BECAUSE MY HIDUNG BURUK OKAY.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00248.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/DSC00248.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS PHOTO IS HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is such a toot this week and i had to use Photobucket which i am not  pro in.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE NOT, AFTER ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, i was really hungry. Ohh yeah, about the Sleeq's Album, i know that manager never do the work! Hmph! Now, i gotta get Syarif to help. Haizz.. Nevermind. Anyways, SLEEQ'S BACK ON THE TRACK, TAUFIK WILL FOREVER BE (: &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly got this thing to like search for Taufik and listening back to all his Album. Gosh! I'm so gonna get get my 'Suria Hatiku'! (ehem ehem..i'm broke. Maybe cancel sudah..)And i forget tomorrow got Dance, k, i was going panic and was macam gile because i cannot remember some part the of the last few dancesteps. BLEAHS :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7454402138377870180?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7454402138377870180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7454402138377870180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/ku-masih-tertanya-kemana-arahku-tuesday.html' title='Ku Berserah.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-491102745768376146</id><published>2009-07-20T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:37:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Claps.</title><content type='html'>SLEEQ'S SENSATION IS OVER, TAUFIK'S ADMIRATION BEGINS ONCE AGAIN./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/?action=view&amp;current=2E4DoneV3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff54/mizz_dhirah95/2E4DoneV3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously known as the big fan of Taufik Batisah kays. My Sleeq Sensation is over due to the album. I waited for it macam buah durian tak jatuh jatuh but fell on my head after it did then. Seriously, have i been cheated off? Seriously, if i've been cheated, tell the person who took off my money to back off. I truly hope you'll never have peace in your whole life. Like seriously! Do you people like if you bought something, with money you earn really hard for and that thing just doesn't freaking appear? No right? So snap it off with sleeq. Taufik is the new stuff for me. YAY!! This causes me to dig out my Teman Istimewa Album. Cool shit! :D Never did i regret buying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a chance to do a perfect half-boiled egg by myself. Did homework after that. Dad called and said that he wanted to bring us to visit the newly built Geylang Serai. Down there was a (fill in something here). The place was so dirty although it's only after one week of the opening. I swear i won't want to come again unless needed to. At least better than the old one puhlease. Had a thought of eating there. But after seeing the situation there, KIRIM SALAM SUDAH. At las, we ate at Bedok Resevoir. Our family most visited place to eat (: Did some homework but stop as i can't do Maths with my calculator missing and the other one which need the solar cell like pantat, it's night time already. Seriously, i am really fed up with my computer due to the fact that it does not have disk space. Kay, nak mintak kene refresh satu computer laa ni..ehk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; MONDAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and completed my Maths. Finally found my working calculator on the sofa (seriously, the second time the sofa played hide and seek with my calculator!)English sucked. Maths was worse. One hour every Monday. Will totally spoil my mood the whole pathetic week. Went to FIT. Should keep up with running without stopping and walking. Subjects by subjects. Yeah, get to change my seating arrangement! Miss Kwok actually remove Merv &amp; Me from A.Chua. Got Deon's seat while Deon move behind beside me. (Pity him actually.) Merv got to sit behind Nini. See two blank space at the side of the class. The suprise is, I SIT AT MY LAST YEARS 1E4 SEAT. YEAH, THIRD SEAT AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, BY THE RIGHT SIDE FACING THE WHITEBOARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, CLASS PAGE VERSION 3, IS FINALLY DONE !! (three claps :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-491102745768376146?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/491102745768376146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/491102745768376146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-claps.html' title='Three Claps.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-322674565269023537</id><published>2009-07-17T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:03:31.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agree Or Disagree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SmBiuBC1H-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/8nmQKRQv3hc/s1600-h/2E4cpv3bloggedjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SmBiuBC1H-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/8nmQKRQv3hc/s400/2E4cpv3bloggedjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359392099264700386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just For A Simple View Of The Version 3.&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Not everything is visible. Alot and really alot is not being seen for example the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Nadhirah have been doing her given work. How far do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;(History and Expo Writing PEEL method)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partly agree and and disagree with the statement given. Nadhirah had been doing her given work as, at least 3/4 of her given work is done. This shows that she is not fooling around, but instead doing her work properly. On the other hand, i disagree as her work is only 3/4 done although it has been given to her 9 days ago. The source above shows that all this while within the nine days, Nadhirah had been doing her work, but she did not take it seriously and do other things while she is doing the given work, such as, Facebook games &amp;amp; quizzes. Therefore, I partly agree with the statement above.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you agree or disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like ohmygodd! First thing in the morning, nampak house lizard (cicak) infront of the storeroom. It was very kering(dried up) and dah mati(dead). Macam kener panggang seyhh.. Really, i was so disgusted to take my shoes from the storeroom. I totally forget to do the English intro, so, i had to do it on the LRT. History was ohhkayy.. I was yawning alot. PE was ohhkayy.. I finally realised after hours of doing the standing broad jump that my thights muscle are in pain. This happens each time i do things too hard without stretchings. Maths was okay. It's not that boring today. Science was just normal and English was dun despite of the fact that we must rush on our exposition writing essay. I think i wrote more than 250 words yeah. Nini, Beel, Merv and obviously, me, went to condom shop, get our snacks and off to LRT. Typical stuffs we always do yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-322674565269023537?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/322674565269023537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/322674565269023537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/agree-or-disagree.html' title='Agree Or Disagree.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SmBiuBC1H-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/8nmQKRQv3hc/s72-c/2E4cpv3bloggedjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6975494743129456702</id><published>2009-07-16T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:25:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short and Sleek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i know maths was fun because of the cutting part. Music rocks due to the national day song. That's the best National Day song ever since last forty something years. Recess, studied for Science test. There was a new teacher in mother tongue class. Tak salah the teacher Nur Kasih. Alot of people say that they saw her before. I think that way too.. English was Exposition Writing. Got 6/10 by Merv. History was so-so.. Science was heels pressure. Study period was depressing. I was rushing to do my homework and studied Science for the last 20 mins. I was extremely hungry, so, ate during the breaktime. Science test was okay okay. Rated it 6/10.1 being the easiest. So, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6975494743129456702?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6975494743129456702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6975494743129456702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-and-sleek.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6733406250100203886</id><published>2009-07-15T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:15:47.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sl3WfVwA1JI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jtLhLg1v8Uc/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sl3WfVwA1JI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jtLhLg1v8Uc/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358674965543572626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akankah kami terperangkap lagi, kali ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got the berbual malay syndrome today." Hari ini, aku akan berbual penuh melayu. Pagi ini, aku berjumpa dengan Dayini di stesen transit lampu cepat (LRT!) Kami berbual seketika. Kami pun menaiki keretapi kecil itu hingga tiba ke Compass Point. Di sana, kami terserempak dengan Anis. Cuaca pagi ini sungguh gelap. Ia sama seperti hari itu yang kami pulang maghrib-maghrib pada pertemuan cikgu-ibubapa (PTM!). Kami tuju ke kelas dan aku mengeluarkan buku nota matematik aku dan juga buku teks. Aku sungguh tidak tahu macam mana untuk membuat soalan "try it 4!". Buku cerita Marshmellow for Breakfast sungguh menarik. subjek inggeres adalah selepasnya. Aku mendapat 18/20 markah untuh kerja grammar itu. I'M SICK OF TALKING IN MALAY. I SUCK IN TYPING IT. Miss Vanitha did not come. Mr. Grey railing came in. Recess, ate. WHAT!? I was hungry! Maths. I hope time will go fast. and i pathetically need the toilet. ART ART. I love art. Tapi skrg dah okey laa.. the teacher. Once again! i need the toilet! FT. I need the toilet! Nope, did not. There was a vote for CME project. Budak mlayu vote Kimchi!! Maknernyer pasal uhh kan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6733406250100203886?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6733406250100203886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6733406250100203886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/syndrome.html' title='Syndrome.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sl3WfVwA1JI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jtLhLg1v8Uc/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5374850458377430454</id><published>2009-07-14T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:36:51.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>K, Chup-chup! Fast fast. Today seems normal. Begin reading the new book, Marshmallows For Breakfast. Yum yum! So yeah, Had Home Econs. More than half didn't bring the apron. I did. We cooked Curry Chicken. Paired with Veron. Poor Hillary, she joined us and was forced to go to the other table by Miss Chng. Haizz.. The potato was hard while the chicken was too kental. The taste seems okay.. Mother tongue was about doing comprehension. English was about ALL INTRO. Science was normal. Assembly was study skills. Mr Larry Lee came in. I am 50% a visual learner and 50% a tactile learner. But i think i'm more to visual yeah. Study period. Finished most of my homework. Fernvale. Buy new hairband then homed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently thought of finishing the third version of the class page which is so not done! Just finish cropping the photos properly. GOSH! I NEED TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5374850458377430454?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5374850458377430454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5374850458377430454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-3231237177987981372</id><published>2009-07-13T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:34:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan pasal besok</title><content type='html'>Ain't About Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't gonna be any better. It's from thumbs up, to the equator and BOOM(!) [no shock.] All faced down./ It's irritating on how life is. Things in my life have been suckish since i turned 13. Nope. Since last year i bet. I know you don't know of what i know and you don't need to know. I've failed in my academic education for the first time in my life this year. Such a letdown. Really, i'm quite unsure on why i am babling about this now. So tak perlu, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 13 of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, i would meet Nini on the platform, ready to school. First thing i did after i step into the classroom, was obviously to get to my seat. Seriously, i'm liking the fact that we have to assemble in our classes due to H1N1. Took out Maths Exercise 8.1. Still had not completed quest 3, malas nyer pasal nak uat semalam pasal semangat nak buat pizza. BLEAHS :P First subject in the morning was English. And yes, cikgu jelaks. But okay laa now.. We did Expo(something something) writing. It was quite great. Next was maths, which i pathetically hate. Wait, maybe alot of them in the class does too.. Took my things and went to my 'Maths Seat'.  Got full marks for the exercise 8.1. yeah man! Recess was next which obviously leads to FIT. The field was kosong, so i ran alone with a few other i seriously tak kenal nyer budak./Recess was typical. Cikgu Faezah wasn't in for malay today. So, cikgu Muhammad took over. Whatever whatever.. Wushu was fun. As in 'FUN'. Did splits and stretchings. Made Nini and me misses Dance. K, this is VERY VERY rare of us. But what do you expect? It's been a long time since we attended it. When we are lazy, we are being forced. When we want it, we can't have it. History was about Maria Hertogh. Yeah, the one which died a few days ago. She's officially History. CME was next. Had fun with the games. Tapi sumpah lepas tu tak tahan kener lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to library, recycling area, to recycle the newspaper we get (see, i very environnmently friendly) and toilet. Head to Fervale, Condom shop (Topkang) and then went to Pasar Malam then head home. I swear i got no idea for the latest class page. What do you freaking expect? It's the third one yo! I RAN OUT OF BRAIN JUICE. And i'm so angry with Fafan for eating my pizza! Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-3231237177987981372?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3231237177987981372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/3231237177987981372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/bukan-pasal-besok.html' title='Bukan pasal besok'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6438323423361169585</id><published>2009-07-12T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:27:33.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i take control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SlmP2I_zIPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RJcFCoPYqo4/s1600-h/as-j+class+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SlmP2I_zIPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RJcFCoPYqo4/s400/as-j+class+edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357471392024699122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the one we blab-ed about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I TAKE CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to wake up early. Read the newspaper and got a scolding cause i need to iron the clothes fast as i'm gonna be late. Dad sent us. We arrive at the new mosque. Its the first time i step into that mosque. Saw alot of people. 'Swears.' Went to compass point to get only, once again, only, a packet of pepperoni in cold storage. Straight to rivervale mall. to Fairprice, shop some ingredients and exchange the cadbury chocolate dad bought for me. Dad bought two big cadbury chocolates for my birthday (yes, the family size)(and yes, my birthday dalam islam :D). Had to change as it contains ethanol. Well, the old gold one looks extremely tempting with the coffee, orange and irish cream fillings. Tapi, HARAM! So then, i need to buy four double cheeseburgers with all one dollar coins. The cashier was quite giving the wow face, but he's friendly. So funnaye! Head home. Tasted some of mum's cakes as we need to bring it to neneks house for the Kenduri Arwah 40 hari. Then went to neneks house. I swear i like the epok epok and mum's bubblegum kuih lapis (ahaha! bubblegum :D ) Then head home (with the tikars and tongs airs of course as we were the suppliers). Then, i had no idea on what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never go back to sleep. Dad was reading the 'ok!' magazine about Jacko. Kak hil got airport vouchers and she had no idea on what to spent, so she was searching for ipods on her lappy. Mum need to send Fafan to phonics classes and me, of course, as usual, sebok sebok while kak nurul tido. Went mum came home with Fafan, she fried some noodles and nampak sah we makan time! Camwhored with kk hills webcam on her lappy and the went online. Mum and kak hill is currently making PIZZA!! yay! As requested by Fafan, yang cakap, 'mi, dah lama tak makan pizza uhh..' Kecik kecik dah bobal macam orang tua ehk.. And as for me, i'm obviously by the computer table typing this out, having a thought of creating the third version of 2E4's class page when i actually forgot that i got trucloads of HOMEWORKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6438323423361169585?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6438323423361169585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6438323423361169585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-take-control.html' title='i take control.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SlmP2I_zIPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RJcFCoPYqo4/s72-c/as-j+class+edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6505175747946360845</id><published>2009-07-10T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:28:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0813 Ahaha..</title><content type='html'>I'm pathetically angry cause my Sleeq's Classiq still has not arrive yet. Mum say must wait. Sis say where got. Must receive early. I'm pathetically unsure. Ohh yeah. I totally need to do the class page again. Third time. I'm gonna open a kedai pancit laa macam gini.. But i'm happy. This time there's a class photo. We like 0813 version. All our faces are clear and yay, i think i look cute. (okay. whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning saw Insyirah adult version. We SWEAR IT'S THE SAME. Maybe she will look like that if she grow older. History was like okay. I love PE. We counted for the boys. There's just too many, i need to count two. Which is Shazuan and Chong Wee. Chong Wee could have got first place mans! He got second just because of the one extra round he did. Haizz.. I was happy cause MY TOE IS FINALLY FINE TODAY! :D I was happy i could run at last(: Then played badminton. FUNFUN. Had maths then. Boo. Mrs Kang was like taking an Effing long time cans! Even though it was already time for sience. Maybe max 15 mins. Pity Miss Vanitha had to wait like what out there. I'm sure she is unhappy. Science was bad cause there was like a troop of army bees (dua je..) getting inside our class by the side window. I killed one which was so near to me, on the notice board. English was just fine. We did expo..[something something] writing. I did well. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6505175747946360845?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6505175747946360845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6505175747946360845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/0813-ahaha.html' title='0813 Ahaha..'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2356443403908619597</id><published>2009-07-06T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:46:45.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big dumb fullstop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MIGHT BE THE LAST POST.TILL THEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED SPONGEBOB'S HOUSE TODAY./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Did typical stuffs. First thing first, do my homework. Which i tangguh for 3 days already. We noticed that Mrs Kang let us off for a long holiday without any maths homework. Cheers :D I actually had to redo each and every single thing for malay composition cause the current story was like totally so boring. English done. History done. Whoah. So, straight went to the computer to surf. Yeah. The class page is nearly done. Final touches. I've been saying this since yesterday to Nini. If you realise, nothing much changed since yesterday. Like pantats. If i keep surfing the net, how am earth am i gonna finish it, dumb!? So, gotta get going. One more. I am freaking excited! Maybe will be getting Sleeq's Classiq tomorrow. Kay, maybe je. This thing is getting way too long. more than a week okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, I'M NOT EXITED AT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREAKING DONE WITH IT AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG DUMB FULLSTOP HERE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm not like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Always different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Forever different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2356443403908619597?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2356443403908619597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2356443403908619597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-dumb-fullstop.html' title='Big dumb fullstop.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1007163732373408568</id><published>2009-07-05T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:14:04.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots In Disguise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Gotta Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Early morning, i freaked out cause i just noticed that i'm late to send Fafan to his Phonics Class. Boo! Blame It On The Shower.So then sent Fafan and when it's sunday, and after sending Fafan, i will forever merayap to the kedai. It's no use to come back early. Mum and Dad's not home and kakak's all sleeping. Single soul. So, Trust me, i had one whole big packet of Blueberry Bread all by myself this morning. A packet of Choco Sunflower seed. Fried Rice. Honey stars. Fried Noodles. Mamee. Gummy Bears. K dah. Alot right? K, so i really wanna post this one line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Transformers..&lt;br /&gt;Robots in disguise..&lt;br /&gt;Transformers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pas tu tak tau lagi..)&lt;br /&gt;[i know nonsence kan. But you will know if you watch the animated one.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then do the Class Page, then lepak jap, then continue to re-edit AGAIN[!] then tak tahu angin aper , pose pose. then continue once again. Then download song to replace my so the sumpah nak basi phone songs. Watched 'Suka Ma Suka'. Yeah, that cerita macam gay Teuku Wisnu and Rezky Aditya hotstuffs. I Laughed My Ass Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1007163732373408568?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1007163732373408568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1007163732373408568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/robots-in-disguise.html' title='Robots In Disguise.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-8465103564438289745</id><published>2009-07-04T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:19:21.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since you be gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;PATHETICALLY&lt;/span&gt; SWEAR THAT &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ADOBE PHOTOSHOP&lt;/span&gt; IS GETTING ON MY FREAKING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NERVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(should i say?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; my whole computer.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although this old computer is like freaking getting on my nerves, i still love it and will never dumb it. Cause the only thing inside is very precious. From my photos to my prettay firefox to my cool shit softwares to my (hard to get) fonts &amp;amp; paintbrushes to my exclusive docs. Like for real! It's getting on my freaking nerve!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;I've finally completed watching La Dolce Amira. Episodes pending only. I can't wait for more! Finally, after an hour or two, the comps not giving anymore probs. So, my assignment is just fine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since i failed overall for the first time. It finally wakes me up. I was banned from the computer and watching my favourite show, 'kepompong', &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;]./&lt;br /&gt;So, no more going online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be gone till there's another post up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm freaking excited that my classiq's gonna arrive monday/tuesday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-8465103564438289745?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8465103564438289745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/8465103564438289745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/since-you-be-gone.html' title='Since you be gone.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5656953364186852452</id><published>2009-07-01T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:28:46.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulut Insurance.</title><content type='html'>A few days had past since School starts. A few days seems so wrong. Almost a week? Hmm.. Not right. It's only wednesday. I'm having a miserable life right now. Not enough sleep. Work work and more. My results are flopping. I had no idea why. Maybe pasal tempat sway tu.. Tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts. I extremely hate this school. I can't do anything. They actually made the sec 2's recess 20 minutes late! We usually get 35 minutes of recess. Now, 20 minutes only. I don't know how i get into there in the first place. I swear, i very the kentalism nak mampos, gi pakai timetable lamer tak check LMS. Luckily Mrs Kang never come. Malay, we get a new teacher. Wushu was like, i swear it's boring. History almost make me fall asleep. Remember? I don't like it. CME was like.. I forgot what actually happened. I got to cabut beli clip from that person. Mulut die dah beli insurance ke belum pon aku tak tahu.. Main lepas je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs. Sumpah malas nak tengok cikgu tu. The other one was good. We, the 'budak kite', [Budak E4's] (Yang funfun nyer orgs je.) thinks that we malas nak gi English class pasal we all jelak tengok muke cikgu dier 5 days a week walaupun baju dier cun cun juga. Assembly was great. As in, when they flashed our results i can estimate which one i am although i did not get the report book. The speech by Mr Larry Lee was great! I agree with him. Wake Up laa Dee.. Comp Addict or what. I played for more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; hrs and almost everyday. I will use the comp the most twice a week only starting from when i complete the must re-edit class page. Haizz.. Plan balik balik tak menjadi sak! Hari ni pulak, aku cabut beli hairband nak escape dari dia. Kan, orang dah panggil kau freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan. Jelaks. English laa.. Science sway laa.. I actually put the theory book inside my bag and took it out last minute. My heart say so. Blame it! I'm happy! Got a chance to sit beside people and talk talk (: I will say for the first time of the year that i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; FIT!! So fun, get to skip &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; Rather than Run 3 rounds, i rather skip 150 times. Banyak banyak pon takperh. Cikgu kept panggil-ing my name in malay class, i had no idea why. Maths sway laa sia!! Mrs Kang told me to tell the method to find if we wanna put the triangular flags acros the quardangle. Malasnyer aku nak measure. Saper mau layan seyhh.. Art was like super the boring, trust me. But i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;] drawing! Hate the bunny 'cacatis' and love the bear i draw &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah man! Hari ni lepas laa sia.. Tak yah nak escape escape lagi.. Ni lagi satu, mulut belum pasang insurance nak bobal. Macam aku jugak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why are you staring at me that way?&lt;br /&gt;It's freakay trust me so.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out, i don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;How come the old you just vanished?&lt;br /&gt;Not only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5656953364186852452?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5656953364186852452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5656953364186852452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/07/mulut-insurance.html' title='Mulut Insurance.'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6933979931065402946</id><published>2009-06-28T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:11:10.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last episode of Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part __.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Busy packing bag.&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah aku belum semangat macam nini :D&lt;br /&gt;K, Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wanna watch La Dolce Amira online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore this bag just because Fizo wore the same in 'La Dolce Amira'./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6933979931065402946?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6933979931065402946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6933979931065402946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_28.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 18'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-5520090173897257438</id><published>2009-06-27T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:49:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NINI&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay long, i gotta rush.&lt;br /&gt;Mum kept saying on how we sisters kept using each our comps and laptops till after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;My itchy hands invaded my hair, snipping them of till its short.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i got truckloads to do before school reopens in 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUHBYE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-5520090173897257438?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5520090173897257438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/5520090173897257438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-17.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection 17'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7697726599921605901</id><published>2009-06-24T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:03:41.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Seriously, i'm lazy to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I ate prata, ice-cream and popcorn today :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7697726599921605901?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7697726599921605901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7697726599921605901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_24.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 16'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7350935953432465731</id><published>2009-06-23T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:51:54.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 15</title><content type='html'>Peoples in a 'kind of mood' today, while i'm just plain boring like a piece of plain white (kay, brown!) paper. In case you misplaced your specs or your lens fell into the toilet bowl, i just changed the skin. Seriously, i find the older skin more attractive. But i chose this one cause it just have a space for my TWITTER. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which you are strictly advice to follow if you wanna 'follow' my life ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT I DOUBT ANYONE WOULD DO THAT&lt;/span&gt; ! Kans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7350935953432465731?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7350935953432465731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7350935953432465731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_23.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 15'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-1976508335709477435</id><published>2009-06-22T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:32:59.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 14</title><content type='html'>Supper was fun. We rolled from home to Changi Airport till Jalan Kayu. Telanlah Ice cream Prata. It was effing expensive uhh kay. But it filled me with satisfaction. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teringat ingat rasernyer tido malam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave dad the things for fathers day. 'DRUM ROLL'. TENG TENG TENG. Ashworth new arrival tee, Ashworth bag and Baba's photo sketched by Kak Hil. Ni pagi pagi buta i take my father's gambar okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sj9lylDU22I/AAAAAAAAAmY/EdMGqTxrGT0/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sj9lylDU22I/AAAAAAAAAmY/EdMGqTxrGT0/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106801953364834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sj9lyVypxiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mgVCqHwCWAs/s1600-h/1Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sj9lyVypxiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mgVCqHwCWAs/s400/1Edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106797856900642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lazy to talk. So, GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-1976508335709477435?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1976508335709477435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/1976508335709477435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_22.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 14'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sj9lylDU22I/AAAAAAAAAmY/EdMGqTxrGT0/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-7216013582703061075</id><published>2009-06-21T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:32:42.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal recount, Public Affection : Part 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[for my dad&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; only&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i doubt there's any other fathers out there who reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i had a nightmare today . Not exactly a nightmare, more of a morningmare? Seriously, i remembered, this dream of mine drags me into a pool of fear. Damn. I'm so startled, i could pee in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naddystar ft. The Dream &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[macam lagu Hatin' on the club sia.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Move In, Or Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blab much cause this dream had made me miss my "Kami The Movie." I actually watch only the first and last part of the movie seyhh.. Nonsense right? Well, as per normal, i would do my morning prayers and read the newspaper and since its sunday, slack uhh.. Mum sent Fafan to Phonics classes till 10.30 perh and Dad is working today. Kakaks all sleeping, so, no choice, sleep. And i always had in mind that the movie starts at 10.30 when it actually starts at 8.30. I know, KENTAL. tak keep track correctly. Lucky enough, i woke up at 10.10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MOVE IN, OR OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is kind Of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREAKSHOW&lt;/span&gt;. It's about, my whole family had to move out from our house. and we actually had to move in to Neneks(mum's) house. In neneks house, it looks like hers in the dream. But.. She said, she can't live in her house too. Then here comes me. Hero or what uhh kan? Took my Blue Adidas bag, wore it and is ready to go back to my house and also take a look at my neneks house that she say she can't live in. I took Fafan along with me. I remembered, when i packed my blue adidas bag (the one i usually bring to school in sec 1) i brought my Ribena piggy bank along. I remembered that the house nenek was talking about was a few storeys below the one we are staying in now. The weird stuff is that, when the lift door opens up, i nearly fell with fafan into a sungai. Geylang Bahru dulu banyak sungai laa seyhh.. tak tau macam maner leyhh masuk mimpi aku. I was lucky, i look before i step in. Then me and the other people surrounding was effing shock. The the next lift arrived. We rode it safely. The lift was glass transparent. WEIRD! Then well, it never lead us to the storeys below. But instead, it turned into a mini car and when i asked the other riders, they said that we are heading to pasir ris. And i went, " Ohh yeah! tak dapat gi rumah nenek takperh uhh.. Balik dulu pat sengkang. Kan dekat ngan pasir ris." I remembered clearly what i said. Then when me and Fafan arrived at the staircase of our house, suddenly Fafan turned into somesort a cat plushie and a real cat came trying to take him away. Then, i had no idea how, i pushed the cat away till it fell down the stairs and i cried over Fafan. When i opened my eyes, he was back to normal. Then we secretly got into our house. We thenn secretly sneak in after i opened the door with the keys. The first thing i grab this time was my santa claus piggy bank from my shelf. (see, i banyak tabung. I know..) And i start taking all my parents money box and stuffing it into my bag so that i could pass the money to my family. And then, the dream ended. Cause my head hit something and when i woke up, it was that pathetic study table. I was sleeping on the floor laa pantats.[!] Then i rushed to the living room with my bantal, bolster and quilt to switch on the TV and watch the ending of 'KAMI the movie'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREAKSHOWS&lt;/span&gt; OVER, GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backdown, since today is fathers day, mum told dad and mum was saying like we didn't wish dad to make him feel very sad ;) Then mum say, 'how to wish, all sleeping when my father is going to work in the morning..' then my dad keep saying takderlaa.. Mum say he like dissapointed like that. Padahal we like sengaje and we wanted to make him a suprise tonight when dad came home. Then my sis called and she said that midnight dahabis fathers day, so we called dad and loudspeaker. So there, i like SUPER SUPER gotta go now uhh! Dad wanna bring us out and about tonight. GAHH!! I gotta rush. BUHBYE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-7216013582703061075?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7216013582703061075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/7216013582703061075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_21.html' title='Personal recount, Public Affection : Part 13'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2088432937526872206</id><published>2009-06-20T18:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:09:39.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides playing Pet Society &amp;amp; Restaurant City,&lt;br /&gt;This explains what i do all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzBIAFqegI/AAAAAAAAAlo/e79trfjSjqQ/s1600-h/FSHNBillabong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzBIAFqegI/AAAAAAAAAlo/e79trfjSjqQ/s400/FSHNBillabong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349362800616176130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billabong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzBIPieZZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bEFXEzKcQaY/s1600-h/FSHNRoxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzBIPieZZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bEFXEzKcQaY/s400/FSHNRoxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349362804763551122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzA8uDnHGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6QTsbkFvM3k/s1600-h/FSHNHavainas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzA8uDnHGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6QTsbkFvM3k/s400/FSHNHavainas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349362606797167714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Havainas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzA8fzep7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/yCzFI8O2A4o/s1600-h/FSHNVans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzA8fzep7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/yCzFI8O2A4o/s400/FSHNVans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349362602971408306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6L7a0pvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3DE2HMAwBs4/s1600-h/FSHNweddingbelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6L7a0pvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3DE2HMAwBs4/s400/FSHNweddingbelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349355171500828402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6LhpSlqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/m8Y5UexPBqs/s1600-h/FSHNTopshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6LhpSlqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/m8Y5UexPBqs/s400/FSHNTopshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349355164582188706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6LTCMNEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/x3V6qN1jbSo/s1600-h/FSHNReebok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6LTCMNEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/x3V6qN1jbSo/s400/FSHNReebok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349355160660096066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reebok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6LEJNcYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qHCoOVd2FHQ/s1600-h/FSHNPuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6LEJNcYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qHCoOVd2FHQ/s400/FSHNPuma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349355156663005570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6AFg6hfI/AAAAAAAAAko/yh7Vont2BvM/s1600-h/FSHNLevis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy6AFg6hfI/AAAAAAAAAko/yh7Vont2BvM/s400/FSHNLevis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349354968052303346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_1EbS-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/3MSrp2vcHMw/s1600-h/FSHNFila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_1EbS-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/3MSrp2vcHMw/s400/FSHNFila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349354963637849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_vcjaHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-YxS54zmGj8/s1600-h/FSHNAdidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_vcjaHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-YxS54zmGj8/s400/FSHNAdidas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349354962128431218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_SffDFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tCceXrRrLfU/s1600-h/FSHNAdidas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_SffDFI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tCceXrRrLfU/s400/FSHNAdidas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349354954356100178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_Vd6TEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_P2aVHua9eU/s1600-h/FSHNA%26F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/Sjy5_Vd6TEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_P2aVHua9eU/s400/FSHNA%26F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349354955154803778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzCbGubHOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/83RA12JgihI/s1600-h/FSHNJCrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzCbGubHOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/83RA12JgihI/s400/FSHNJCrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349364228326890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DRESS UP GAMES [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2088432937526872206?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2088432937526872206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2088432937526872206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_20.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 12'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjzBIAFqegI/AAAAAAAAAlo/e79trfjSjqQ/s72-c/FSHNBillabong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-6262437497333893085</id><published>2009-06-19T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:24:20.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kecian; terbakar.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever her of Care Bears On Fire?&lt;br /&gt;SEARCH [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-6262437497333893085?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6262437497333893085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/6262437497333893085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/kecian-terbakar.html' title='Kecian; terbakar.?'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055406026681195038.post-2002594878209950891</id><published>2009-06-19T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:03:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjtvJzIa3DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q2-jnNnbZHk/s1600-h/DSC04178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjtvJzIa3DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q2-jnNnbZHk/s400/DSC04178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348991196567624754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i lost my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kerepeks.!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEREPEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a feeling, it's true. What's true? June holidays ending soon and the fun is getting STAR-TED! Boo-yah! I pathetically know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what day is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out and about. Kay, exaggerating. Tak jauh pon. We gonna get get Dad's gift. (not revealing till Fathers Day :P ) Fathers Day or what? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM STUFFS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mum, Fafan and Kak Hil. Kay, not far. Just the nearby superdupermarket. Hey, notice yet? Cold Storage and the others are all up sia.. UPS has in UPGRADE. Also, up the class. All new. Remind me, what am i blabbing about? Kay, dah. I could fill my juney hols with satisfaction as there are 7 diff cartons of drinks in the fridge. Storage for the hot weather perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh yeah, planning to go out and about next monday. GEYLANG SERAI, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAKCIK ALERT&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, i hate Geylang laa puh-lease. Just there to satisfy the Sleeq Sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, like pantats, i'm so not going to pri school BBQ fasal [fasal or what!?] Sleeq nyer Album uhh ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nowadays, Fafan is being such a bratz, screaming for things he did not get.&lt;br /&gt;I still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; him though. My one and only adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055406026681195038-2002594878209950891?l=allsmile-junior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2002594878209950891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055406026681195038/posts/default/2002594878209950891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsmile-junior.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-recount-public-affection-part_19.html' title='Personal Recount, Public Affection : Part 11'/><author><name>Naddystar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01139107636524721780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_U-MLhdLwURs/SjtvJzIa3DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q2-jnNnbZHk/s72-c/DSC04178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
