<?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-6836148939846020040</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:55:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ღWANI THE SEPET</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3313992923684549395</id><published>2009-10-21T08:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:15:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HShIWhfPjZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HShIWhfPjZI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you walking around like you dont know me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;You got a new friend, well I got homies&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But in the end its still so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3313992923684549395?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3313992923684549395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3313992923684549395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-3818481442835332367</id><published>2009-05-29T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:58:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do you do when you failed four subjects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the best part is, the parents paid good money for tuition fees for two of the subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my guess: die lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last time we actually had a real conversation;which doesn't involves yelling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck economic crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck the pigiddy swine flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3818481442835332367?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3818481442835332367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3818481442835332367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-you-do-when-you-failed-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-2142231858248800169</id><published>2009-05-26T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:22:23.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/Shvss3KlJxI/AAAAAAAABkU/RX41w8NUsEM/s1600-h/brittany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122038644582162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/Shvss3KlJxI/AAAAAAAABkU/RX41w8NUsEM/s320/brittany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maybe, you should just keep your fucking comments to yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i for once would never be interested to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the last lap to mother tongue o levels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sooo not prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too much drama, period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2142231858248800169?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2142231858248800169'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/Sg2MTbzLe9I/AAAAAAAABkM/4dBkvkm66vM/s1600-h/adrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075399011728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/Sg2MTbzLe9I/AAAAAAAABkM/4dBkvkm66vM/s320/adrina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so mom hates me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dad cannot stop smoking and watching cabletv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sister stopped talking and starts smiling non-stop at her laptop and cell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brother keeps pestering me to 'lend' him money; when i have barely enough for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; im living the time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at this pace, i swear i wont do well in olevels.&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/6836148939846020040-1003603783207415444?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1003603783207415444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1003603783207415444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-mom-hates-me-dad-cannot-stop-smoking.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/Sg2MTbzLe9I/AAAAAAAABkM/4dBkvkm66vM/s72-c/adrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-2557322045915433505</id><published>2009-04-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:37:22.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;she constantly yearns for every single bit of freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot control these tears any much longer. i cannot believe she chose to believe her friends rather than her own daughter. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; tell her that i was gonna go home late today cause i knew that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; care less. i had not choose to tell her i had investiture because i know that she wont even understand what it means. this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; frustrating. and the best part is, at this time of the year, she thought that i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; house for partying, clearly, being a mother she don't know me that well. investiture, for the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;time in&lt;/span&gt; my whole entire life, was indeed very fun. the juniors did their best to make it very memorable for us. i went home with a very hyped up mood. but it was soon destroyed after being bombard one questions after another. her words pierced me like sharp needles. at this state, if she keeps on bombarding questions and phrases like that, i would rather be dead. cause it really kills to know that my own mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even believe what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2557322045915433505?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2557322045915433505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2557322045915433505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/04/constantly-yearns-for-every-single-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-3898073067545101638</id><published>2009-04-04T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:10:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SdcW4epTVaI/AAAAAAAABkE/WQQhXK1KQEQ/s1600-h/movie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320746644316312994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SdcW4epTVaI/AAAAAAAABkE/WQQhXK1KQEQ/s320/movie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy, you bleeeeew me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week was totally hectic. But at the same time, i kinda enjoyed myself during the investiture rehearsals. And then, it actually hit me, this is gonna be the last year i'm gonna do investiture. To think of it, time really passed in a blink of an eye. Its sooooo irritating to know that one moment, you're in secondary one, with long black hair, long skirt, bags as heavy as Afiq and that very low profile you actually tried to maintain your whole life and in a blink of an eye later, you would actually find yourself to be in secondary four with short goldenish hair(which is actually damaged btw!), short skirts with huge blouses, bags with barely any books inside, and this loud person, whom we never thought we could be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've spend my entire free time watching the whole season of CSI NY, CSI MIAMI, Laguna beach(it was aired like eons ago!), The Hills, The City and the new season of HANNAH MONTANA. I adore watching The City, but sadly, they're taking a break from the whole drama scene. Whitney Port is my idol, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, anyway school had been school, despite the annoying test results. Class is hilarious most of the time, with their usual teasings, bullying and not forgetting those heart-to-heart conversations. Yeah, school's pretty fun with the batch of people as company plus the after school remedials. ( HAH!) Still, haven't been serious with my school work or tests as a matter of fact. It's not that I intend to fail and screw up my Os, but I think that drive that used to exist in me haven't really been visiting me these days. I know I don't have much time left to buck up and ace the final year exams, considering the weak foundation i have of practically all the subjects. And apparently, I'm not doing much either to correct that but I'm just getting on the school days day by day, hoping the drive would somehow re-appear once again? The last time i checked, I think it was during the midst of primary school when it last existed in my life. That must've explained the peak of my education performance then. Sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3898073067545101638?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3898073067545101638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3898073067545101638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it-you-blew-me-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SdcW4epTVaI/AAAAAAAABkE/WQQhXK1KQEQ/s72-c/movie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-4424844054047179910</id><published>2009-03-14T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:22:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lil" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="LIL WAYNE QUOTE Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo281/Karonhiakohe16/life-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe I know that it's your soul but could you bottle it up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I am aiming to be somebody that somebody trusts.&lt;br /&gt;With her delicate soul I don't claim to know much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: give me space. i have to figure some things out on my own.&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/6836148939846020040-4424844054047179910?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4424844054047179910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4424844054047179910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/03/therell-be-girls-across-nation-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1814874530510052503</id><published>2009-02-15T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:31:31.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SZgxIhwmERI/AAAAAAAABj8/EGgZkNucV9k/s1600-h/the_spped_of_light_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303042583799664914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SZgxIhwmERI/AAAAAAAABj8/EGgZkNucV9k/s200/the_spped_of_light_by_foureyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Living a hell like hectic life. Have you ever had this feeling where you wake up early Monday morning expecting things would turn out great, when things are just pretty much the same. Well, I had. So far, this o level journey had led to many mental breakdowns, heartaches and also pressure. Its full of living to their standards and what nots. An o level kid is said to always be mentally and physically prepared against all odds given by the teacher. Sad to say, Im not like those kids. Im trying &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; hard to live up to people's expectations eventhough i know the truth is, Im not even close to good. People might judge, yes, but do they even know what lies behind every action?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DAMN LIFE, DAMN PEOPLE AND DAMN THEIR EXPECTATIONS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1814874530510052503?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1814874530510052503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1814874530510052503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-hell-like-hectic-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SZgxIhwmERI/AAAAAAAABj8/EGgZkNucV9k/s72-c/the_spped_of_light_by_foureyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-4156349682324335751</id><published>2009-01-23T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:39:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite the fact that, i didnt pass my qualifying test AND my physics test, i am (currently)not in very good terms with them parents,  i find it almost hard to be good friends with new subject teachers, having being put into group three in english lessons (she assumes that group three people are those who will never succeed in english), having to find bitchfights with them girlies, and having my D powers slowing me down....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i honestly believe that everything's just &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;A-OKAY.&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/6836148939846020040-4156349682324335751?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4156349682324335751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4156349682324335751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/01/despite-fact-that-i-didnt-pass-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-101872020983158885</id><published>2009-01-15T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:40:28.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't get your hopes up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i might not call you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;QT's over, god please make me pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-101872020983158885?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/101872020983158885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/101872020983158885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-get-your-hopes-up-i-might-not-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-73346968857690599</id><published>2008-12-30T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:45:22.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544170375238274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGaz_aUoI/AAAAAAAABhw/Wt7OP4nHdss/s320/Kampong+K.Tinggi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544176838433602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGbMEW20I/AAAAAAAABh4/UIFJotocfjA/s320/Snappy219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGrEglioI/AAAAAAAABiY/ReRKkPe0soU/s1600-h/Image021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544449687259778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGrEglioI/AAAAAAAABiY/ReRKkPe0soU/s320/Image021+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544169230374770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGavudF3I/AAAAAAAABho/3KbxbrCBJ64/s320/Snappy246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544178950597970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGbT777VI/AAAAAAAABiI/K5nHim7WOt8/s320/Snappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544174648034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGbD6IBqI/AAAAAAAABiA/dQRZQyxziUw/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285544447013389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGq6jFhEI/AAAAAAAABiQ/KfZmZaB-ToM/s320/Snappy236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp;amp;yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im saving all these drama for later when the math teacher gets really mad and demands a reason why i didnt go for both tests yeaterday and today. the reason was ubber simple; and that is that i was away to my kampong(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school's only two days away, and im not prepared yet. there are sooo many things that ive yet to buy.. im not ready for the 'tell me your full name, ambitions and hobby' type of lesson on the first day when  the new english teacher comes. then it'll be 'share with me what you did during  the hoidays' lesson for melayu. sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-73346968857690599?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/73346968857690599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/73346968857690599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVoGaz_aUoI/AAAAAAAABhw/Wt7OP4nHdss/s72-c/Kampong+K.Tinggi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-9119426465155589740</id><published>2008-12-28T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:47:54.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVboa1n-7DI/AAAAAAAABhg/GsFh5xiehWY/s1600-h/64277f907e1144fae98120b7719aa2aa.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284666760534879282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVboa1n-7DI/AAAAAAAABhg/GsFh5xiehWY/s400/64277f907e1144fae98120b7719aa2aa.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I've watched twilight for 5-6 times. Nows a time to stop):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-9119426465155589740?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/9119426465155589740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/9119426465155589740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-watched-twilight-for-5-6-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SVboa1n-7DI/AAAAAAAABhg/GsFh5xiehWY/s72-c/64277f907e1144fae98120b7719aa2aa.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-7260866607341123697</id><published>2008-12-22T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:15:40.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rushing and racing and running in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head and my heart are colliding chaotic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pace of the world I just wish I could stop it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to appear like I've got it together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I've missed I see in the reflection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pass me while I wasn't paying attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired of rushing, racing and running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The noise of the world is getting me caught up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just need to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakeen&lt;/span&gt; shagged. POA project's not progressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7260866607341123697?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7260866607341123697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7260866607341123697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/rushing-and-racing-and-running-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-2283329043333632226</id><published>2008-12-19T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:46:27.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SUuF3T6QA6I/AAAAAAAABhY/jb39Zb0RHms/s1600-h/kristentwilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281462173305930658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SUuF3T6QA6I/AAAAAAAABhY/jb39Zb0RHms/s320/kristentwilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; YESSAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more going to Changi Hospital every morning already! Elle-Oh-Elle, to tell you the truth, Im not going to miss anything from there. Oh except for that peranakan nenek, who is so effing cute. I mean like literally, her face very cute one. But the irritating thing is that, her maid, very mobile one. She'll go mobile everytime we hand out trays of food to patients. She tends to steal food from other patients. Then, she'll press the call bell, as and when she likes, making us walk all the way just to hear that she wants the nurse only to attend to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But wholly shit, Im never gonna see her again (:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twilight is out and them friends from zone 9 keeps pestering me to watch with them. Meeting them funny budds soon to watch the movie for the second time. Bloodeh cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZOMGost, I need a new phone so freakeen badly. Its a need and not a want lo. I'll kill for anyone to tell them parents how important is it to have a good condition tip-top phone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, gotta sterilise my hands now, I've touched so many living dentures today already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cao-chee-chee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2283329043333632226?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2283329043333632226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2283329043333632226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/yessah-no-more-going-to-changi-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SUuF3T6QA6I/AAAAAAAABhY/jb39Zb0RHms/s72-c/kristentwilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-5093321797766684340</id><published>2008-12-16T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:06:53.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I detest old, bone-skinny, bulimic patients. They'll throw up all you've feed them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I detest very irritating relatives who orders me around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I detest travelling all the way to Simei every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kesimpulannya: I don't like working at all. Tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, but I enjoy talking to to other old people in the ward. They'll talk non-stop for about two to three hours straight, Giving me chance to slack and even sleep for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd rather go for the hike and eat unhealthy field cooking food and laughing the shit out when doing PT with all the campmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss everything about camp 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/6836148939846020040-5093321797766684340?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5093321797766684340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5093321797766684340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-detest-old-bone-skinny-bulimic.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-2834142337770981077</id><published>2008-12-01T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:03:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just wanna be alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:kunstler script;"&gt;I just wanna take a little breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:kunstler script;"&gt;Cause lately all we do is fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And every time it cuts me deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause something’s changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You’ve been acting so strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And its taking its toll on meIts safe to say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m ready to let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Zomgawd!, my hair changed colour by itself only after two days of wearing the beret. How? its  currently brownish goldenish now, damn, hope it'll change back to its normal black colour before school reopens. Cool shit: Runny nose; watery eyes; tomoro confirm sick one. (:&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/6836148939846020040-2834142337770981077?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2834142337770981077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2834142337770981077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-wanna-be-alone-tonight-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-8420705140637495697</id><published>2008-11-30T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:45:31.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like to wear marching shoe lar!,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its literally makes my feet stinky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wash three times with powderful force of soap still never work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even mosquitoes are attracted to it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to use chlorox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two days of ncoc course just passed, and despite of those long long lectures, which almost made me cry and almost give up on life because it was ubber dry, i actually had fun. Great thing it was two days, i had a good darn reason to skip the gathering thing. Cannot wait to go for next week's one. Bummer, Im actually gonna miss the very last day of course cause i hadta to attend the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAST DAY = PRACTICAL = IM NOT GONNA COME = NO PRACTICAL = FAIL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this wedding better be worth it, cause im sacrificing my points just to attend a wedding which as usual many of the aunties will say 'oh you've gained alot eh' and eventually i will say 'so, you're not getting younger yourself' and they get very unhappy, and go complain to mom!, and this cycle repeats a million times everytime i go to a wedding.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its called THE ULTIMATE SUCKFEST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8420705140637495697?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8420705140637495697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8420705140637495697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-like-to-wear-marching-shoe-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7048915836897932108</id><published>2008-11-28T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:00:48.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SS_ZHAd1yAI/AAAAAAAABg4/ZwmNcA9QlAM/s1600-h/540705751l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273672403081611266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SS_ZHAd1yAI/AAAAAAAABg4/ZwmNcA9QlAM/s320/540705751l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmmmmmm.(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super interesting.&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/6836148939846020040-7048915836897932108?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7048915836897932108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7048915836897932108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SS_ZHAd1yAI/AAAAAAAABg4/ZwmNcA9QlAM/s72-c/540705751l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-6509050643129343672</id><published>2008-11-23T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:36:17.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentarily ago, afiq was sobbing because the father went back on his words and decides not to buy him anything for him passing his psle. And now he's laughing so loud that i can even hear it in my sleep. haaah! geram luh, because the simpsons movie is on and i dont even get to watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caaao!, one hour still counts(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6509050643129343672?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6509050643129343672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6509050643129343672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/momentarily-ago-afiq-was-sobbing.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-5649593591703159965</id><published>2008-11-21T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:08:22.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Afiq got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 163 for his psle &amp;amp;no im not bragging. Im just a wee bit shock. Shock to even know that he actually made it to normal stream. Anywho's i wenta teck ghee to give him my moral support and there are teachers there irritate the shit outa me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estherlee: (points at afiq) he is your......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours truly: (damn, i was so tempted to say son) uhh, brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estherlee: oh i see, you guys dont look alike(&amp;amp;she walks off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours truly: duhh, we not twins what! big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol, but she didnt hear that, bumer siolxzsxz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aimi(if thats he real name): you're here because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours truly: (i was again tempted to say give them a speech how to look good in uniform cos most of them look fugly and stupid) i hafta waste time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aimi: she looked at me top to bottom and walked off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-5649593591703159965?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5649593591703159965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5649593591703159965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/afiq-got-163-for-his-psle-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-3165161392587892902</id><published>2008-11-20T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:38:57.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is ending up with a fuck you, like usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having heavy bus-sickness and all you can talk about is jc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You seresly need a life; a life that doesn't involves thinking about the goddamn future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh, so much for the motivational and the 'money no problem' talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when its crystal clear that all you've cared is about yourself and not others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you should stop making promises knowing that you won't keep to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3165161392587892902?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3165161392587892902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3165161392587892902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-ending-up-with-fuck-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1904666171016072584</id><published>2008-11-16T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:24:59.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Martin Luther King; youngest person to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;receive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nobel Peace Prize" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobel_Peace_Prize"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nobel Peace Prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for his work to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Racial segregation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Racial_segregation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;racial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;segregation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Racism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Racism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;racial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Discrimination" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discrimination"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;discrimination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Civil disobedience" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civil_disobedience"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;civil disobedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nonviolence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonviolence"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;non-violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; means. By the time of his death in 1968, he had refocused his efforts on ending poverty and opposing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vietnam War" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vietnam War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, both from a religious perspective. He did a very very good speech but was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assassinated&lt;/span&gt; the very next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dream today!&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riiiiight&lt;/span&gt;, just when i thought he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and call themselves boyfriends and girlfriends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shyte&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friendster's&lt;/span&gt; a bugger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;noh&lt;/span&gt;? now i only have one friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;siolzxsz&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/6836148939846020040-1904666171016072584?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1904666171016072584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1904666171016072584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/martin-luther-king-youngest-person-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7430405324815070148</id><published>2008-11-14T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:39:24.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BARRACK OBAMA IS NOT MUSLIM LA !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those of you who thought Obama is a Muslim and even sworn that he was going to increase the rate of terrorism in USA and others, you should really go around fucking yourself. And you even have the cheek to tell it in front of me that muslim's are as good as not existence as we, muslims are just good for nothing and only knows ho to kill people and take drugs and kill more people. tell me, has it ever crossed your mind that Obama goes to church regularly admits himself that he has a "personal relationship" with Jesus Christ. by that, you still have the guts to tell me that " oh, he's considered a muslim eventhough he attends the church every now and then". What the crap was that?  letme make it clear. muslim's dont go to church, they only go to mosques. those who are malay but goes to church are not muslims at all. didn't your parents ever tell you that not all malays are muslims? or are they just too busy to tell you that huh? yes, im very pissed to the very down bottom. bastards, you act as though everything about you is 100% correct and im this useless person at the bottom who doesn't need to be spared a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dang, i've said my piece. !@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7430405324815070148?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7430405324815070148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7430405324815070148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/barrack-obama-is-not-muslim-la-those-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-4645346300191419159</id><published>2008-11-11T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:45:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up 5 seconds ago, and dang, im tired from yesterday's class chalet. and the best part is i didnt even stay there overnight. in fact i took the last third bus shutter home. when i reached home at 9.15, the mumzy told me that it was too early and that i should have took the last shutter bus home instead. what tha crap! angry la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhoos, i came back with two quizzes to do. bummer. okay here goes nothing(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you fall in love with a boy that is younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Duh/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Never again. Did that and four years of friendship gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;most probably being loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What would you do if you have a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Use two third of it to stop poverty. The other half, bring family go Saudi Arabia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest for emergency cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.List out your 15 favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Another way to die, disturbia, crush, green light, my life, superhuman, official girl, tshirt, whatever you like, Womanizer, So what, thunder, gotta find you(camp rock), monsoon &amp;amp;the way I are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If the person you liked has already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;nothing. i don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;good food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;probably pms &amp;amp;brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How would you see yourself in 10 years time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The President of Singapore &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or United States, heh)(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;Friends&amp;amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Would you be rather single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single, no money= no food. How to be happy likethat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.You prefer fresh milk or chocolate milk?&lt;br /&gt;fresh from the cold cow milk .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, no. I hate boys. Childish nak mampose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;None. So that the other one don't hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive; yes. Forget; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What would you want to tell the person that you like?&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. i'll answer this question when i'm a president(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What type of person will you fall in love with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No ones perfect, so why judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4645346300191419159?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4645346300191419159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4645346300191419159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/woke-up-5-seconds-ago-and-dang-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1500033444337050957</id><published>2008-11-06T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:39:14.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The malay lady from the catering service = COW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of blowing out steam, i believe, she blows out milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;No, im not pms-ing. The caterer just ruined my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tahan-ing until the end of o levels. I just need a good testimonial. That's all.&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/6836148939846020040-1500033444337050957?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1500033444337050957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1500033444337050957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/malay-lady-from-catering-service-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-346259925258419243</id><published>2008-10-31T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:31:32.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SQqiMh2SrYI/AAAAAAAABgo/0lDc_kU74Qk/s1600-h/th_ANGRYFACE.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263197450664062338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SQqiMh2SrYI/AAAAAAAABgo/0lDc_kU74Qk/s320/th_ANGRYFACE.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WANI is definitely not happy at all! Initially, I thought I was gonna hibernate again. But then, when the brotha came back from camp, and making very loud and irritating noises, my hibernation ends. Dang!, why didnt the huge mosquitoes there just eat him alive? Or why didnt he just got lost in the huge jungle and never came out? Most people treasure and finds themselves lucky to have a younger sibling. While, me on the flipside, just cant seem to find a buyer willing to take him away. BUMMERXXX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Their campfire yesterday was okay okay la, including the fact that the instructors was all so good looking and fit. Many many teachers, whom previously teached me before, was there too. But i remained a very low profile. The journey back home was super dang scary. Their camp place was so ulu, we had to pass all the cemetry. Tho it was "malam jumaat", we were lucky enough not to have bumped into any white friends(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-346259925258419243?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/346259925258419243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/346259925258419243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/wani-is-definitely-not-happy-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SQqiMh2SrYI/AAAAAAAABgo/0lDc_kU74Qk/s72-c/th_ANGRYFACE.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-4528511363525577664</id><published>2008-10-28T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:02:24.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing beats the bitchiness of my Nokia 6288. Seriously, if its not being bitchy, then it is being a pain in the butt. No hope already, Im just waiting the day it die, so can talk to the father to get me a new phone. Haah, fat hope, like that's gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SQcJlwxj78I/AAAAAAAABgg/SGBCqbGNUHw/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262185233958301634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SQcJlwxj78I/AAAAAAAABgg/SGBCqbGNUHw/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we went to Sengkang Swimming Complex directly after remedial when the sun is scorching hot. But, haah, no worries as it is fully sheltered. Yeah i mean it. The 1.2 m pool is fully sheltered. So, we didnt have to worry of getting sunburns. See, the two twisting slides by the left corner, yeah, those are the killer ones. I thought it'll be like any other slides but i was very wrong. You'll slide at a very very fast speed and when it reaches the last few seconds, they are damn painful especially at the curving part cause you literally 'fly' before you land back on the slides. There, i've said my piece. And the best part I LEART HOW TO SWIM. Like finally, after eons of being afraid of the water. Yeah so its a good eighty cents paid. And I know most people dont even know this swimming complex exist, which is a good thing becuse only very little people goes there(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4528511363525577664?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4528511363525577664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4528511363525577664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-beats-bitchiness-of-my-nokia.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SQcJlwxj78I/AAAAAAAABgg/SGBCqbGNUHw/s72-c/DSC00522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-7771413681196924488</id><published>2008-10-24T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:33:05.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when MrPeng told us that there were 4 retainers initially, i had hoped it was me. i was dead serious about repeating sec three the night before okay! it was somehow, so much better then being promoted to sec4. but sadly, i did not manage to retain. this time, i scored an F, E  and D. rejoice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;job, job, job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7771413681196924488?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7771413681196924488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7771413681196924488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-mrpeng-told-us-that-there-were-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7711175385866979753</id><published>2008-10-15T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:42:12.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPW54b_9gBI/AAAAAAAABgU/i2V43LJpXJY/s1600-h/P1070149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257312519264763922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPW54b_9gBI/AAAAAAAABgU/i2V43LJpXJY/s320/P1070149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; huahuar. i love this picture the most(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had our cycling sessions for about 5wee hours yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that lead to a billion-load of unforgettable laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fyi, although i did badly for my eoy's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and amterribly sick of hearing "aren't you abit affected at all" by almost everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so you kno, i'll never let it affect me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its as good as crying over a split milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inmyveryhumble opinion, i dont mind a do-over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont mind staying back the next year and repeating sec three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously/:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7711175385866979753?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7711175385866979753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7711175385866979753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/huahuar.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPW54b_9gBI/AAAAAAAABgU/i2V43LJpXJY/s72-c/P1070149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3856349761799326445</id><published>2008-10-13T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:36:57.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPKXtqcfQoI/AAAAAAAABgE/fDEt75nTB4c/s1600-h/ty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256430525838475906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPKXtqcfQoI/AAAAAAAABgE/fDEt75nTB4c/s320/ty.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i  do not like her anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she behaves no different than a &lt;em&gt;SKANK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3856349761799326445?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3856349761799326445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3856349761799326445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-do-not-like-her-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPKXtqcfQoI/AAAAAAAABgE/fDEt75nTB4c/s72-c/ty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-1313616553112404097</id><published>2008-10-13T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:11:41.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPKQhALYbAI/AAAAAAAABf8/ufMEyDDoyPE/s1600-h/Snappy.103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256422611752610818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPKQhALYbAI/AAAAAAAABf8/ufMEyDDoyPE/s400/Snappy.103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ohmy jesusallahtuapekgongspongebob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you certainly dont kno that exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more late night long conference with them girlies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more mugging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more waking up in the wee hours of morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the best part, no more studying!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least till december that is(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1313616553112404097?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1313616553112404097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1313616553112404097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohmy-jesusallahtuapekgongspongebob-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SPKQhALYbAI/AAAAAAAABf8/ufMEyDDoyPE/s72-c/Snappy.103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-7773209353237643649</id><published>2008-10-01T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:25:59.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SOMkVCfz3sI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_yq-fCOq30/s1600-h/3beradik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252081534310276802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SOMkVCfz3sI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_yq-fCOq30/s320/3beradik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay, this was when afiq was thin, the house was still orange, amirah was pimple-less and i had a couple of front tooth missing. this was taken eons ago, cause i cannot remember the last time i saw the house orange and that very very ugly circly border thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eid Mubarak, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaf zahir &amp;amp;batin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duit raya leh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6836148939846020040-7773209353237643649?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7773209353237643649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7773209353237643649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-this-was-when-afiq-was-thin-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SOMkVCfz3sI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_yq-fCOq30/s72-c/3beradik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-5271245720383735451</id><published>2008-09-14T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:35:57.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZOMG! SERESLY, AKU NEED A BREAK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been mugging like one busy bee since morning. And my so called 'ultraman's light have yet to be blinking', so that leaves me to mug for a while longer. Heymath is being a bitch, i tell you. One moment it'll load very fast and the other, it'll take forever to load. And i have a confession, I DO NOT VERY MUCH ENJOY TRIGO.  not only does it suck, but it suck every single litre of your brainjuice out. And the best part is that, trigo dont even affect your life; so whats the point of learning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHMYjesusallahbuddhatuapekgongspongebob! i've had it. i seriously dont understand why malay guys dont fast anymore. i mean i've seen many many malay guys not fasting and sitting in the coffeeshop drinking bear as though theres no tomoro. That's the most disrespectful thing a person can do right? Not only dont these muslim fathers fast, but they drink beer as though its mineral water from the tap. astaughfirulla, sesungguhnya allah mengampunkan dosa dosa mereka semua. In the meantime, happy fasting people! left two weeks and three days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In exactly 4 weeks time, exams will be over. We'll be enjoying ourselves till the small blue report book shows up. Im not going to regret the points i wil be scoring this year. I truly deserve it. It's all due to the fact that i do not manage my time properly. This last two weeks will indeed be drainous. Im gonna mug like theres no tomoro. I cannot get another 42points for L1R5. Even ITE don't want me. So in the meantime, all the best for the EOY's everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-5271245720383735451?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5271245720383735451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5271245720383735451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/09/zomg-seresly-aku-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7121434010545162567</id><published>2008-08-17T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:34:42.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/post deleted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; getting even is dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;letting it go is even dumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7121434010545162567?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7121434010545162567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7121434010545162567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-say-love-your-friends-but-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-4104663805687407588</id><published>2008-08-10T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:38:05.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7u4GoNI9I/AAAAAAAABBg/kYU95ketqtY/s1600-h/cartoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232882464670426066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7u4GoNI9I/AAAAAAAABBg/kYU95ketqtY/s320/cartoons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tsk tsk tsk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;national camp tomoro, but im not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7utwDuzJI/AAAAAAAABBY/dGJf3a-tp7s/s1600-h/happy+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6836148939846020040-4104663805687407588?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4104663805687407588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4104663805687407588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/08/tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7u4GoNI9I/AAAAAAAABBg/kYU95ketqtY/s72-c/cartoons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-8001690464544051380</id><published>2008-08-10T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:57:59.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7oFO4LAzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EPHz9DWmkrw/s1600-h/6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232874993641784114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7oFO4LAzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EPHz9DWmkrw/s320/6353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7hdoqU8KI/AAAAAAAABBI/kJwm1MDL_Go/s1600-h/IMG_4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still cannot make myself believe that 9 august is over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still cannot believe that 6 weeks worth of trainings is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still cannot believe that i'd had soo much fun with them st johners. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the worst part of all, i still cannot make myself believe that i'd actually miss them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean how weird can that be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah. 6 weeks worth of trainings are finally over. we met as strangers and separated as buddies; looking forward for this years' ncoc. i'll definitely miss the crazy, funny and high times that we shared together. i guess the chances that we'll meet each other is ubber rare. or even better, we might never remember each other's presence in the days to come. see, this is exactly why i wouldn't dare meet new people. cause when you meet them, you'll get used and comfortable to them that you'll want to see them again and again. and when its just time for separation, you clearly know that you couldn't bare see them go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;other then that, im quite glad that the ndp's over. it's very tiring y'know. i cant even wake up for today's madrasah; which is a good thing, as i wouldn't have to listen to boring lectures. eventhough 9 august this year was greeted with a minor downpour, everything else went out ubber great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/6836148939846020040-8001690464544051380?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8001690464544051380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8001690464544051380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-still-cannot-make-myself-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJ7oFO4LAzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EPHz9DWmkrw/s72-c/6353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-6356482501155762095</id><published>2008-08-08T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:39:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJwFnAFf5fI/AAAAAAAABBA/pYnMZBk1ZqU/s1600-h/e8f1ad0294edb7569521ae6bef4fe68b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232063034693772786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJwFnAFf5fI/AAAAAAAABBA/pYnMZBk1ZqU/s320/e8f1ad0294edb7569521ae6bef4fe68b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;first up, im utterly glad that my thursday and friday have went out great. and the best part is, in exactly 18 hours time, i'll meet weimin again to head for headquarters for the last national day parade. and the best part is that, i get an extra day of rest too, which is on monday. so you tell me, how can i not be excited(: im also skipping meals today so that i can gorge myself with many many food and snacks during tomoro's NDP!! gue excited banget deh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yesterday, was the ndp muster parade cum leadership handover ceremony. my part was the smallest part during the whole parade. i was just inside just to pass the national flag. and after that, followed by a march out and it was done. so i slacked most of the time there(: after the parade was followed by this long long ceremony at the hall which lasted for a mere an hour and a half. that, indeed bore the hell outta deyians who by then was super restless. after that was followed by a short catchup sessions with them senior. if i knew it would have been that fun, we should go out together more often(: my gastrics was then acting up, so that leaves me to skip the whole SL farewell celebration thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so literally half the girls in my class came back with bangxzzx lah oiii! they look dang cool man, i mean what are the odds that half the girls in my class get to have bangzxzx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i gotta admit, the human chain thing which involves 43000 students in singapore to hold hands in the public was no success after all. no one saw anything. no one even took the pledge. although it was considered one of the most coooliest idea ever made to form a human chain, it wasn't made to success, and im not happy at all as they made us waste our friday by just standing in the public looking like idiots and baffoons. on the bright side, i was standing somewhere near my seniors so it was simply meangirls sessions for us(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yo weimin!, cheer up yeah(: all of us had our shitty moments, you knew i had mine last week. this is just one of those things you have to get through. tomoro shall be a better day; i swear(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cheer up wokey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6356482501155762095?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6356482501155762095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6356482501155762095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-up-im-utterly-glad-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SJwFnAFf5fI/AAAAAAAABBA/pYnMZBk1ZqU/s72-c/e8f1ad0294edb7569521ae6bef4fe68b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-5367648866684122944</id><published>2008-07-25T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:19:23.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's sad when people you know become people you knew,&lt;br /&gt;when you can walk right past someone like they were a big part of your life,&lt;br /&gt;how you used to be able to talk for hours and how now you can barely look at them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If mondays are for the blues, tuesdays for the frustrations, wednesdays for the dehydrations, thursdays for the gastrics and friday's for the moodswings and the guilt, i think my work here is done. I just don't see a need for the smiles if all I could care of is other people's problems and not mine. You should know by now that I've tried my very best to please you. I've never done anything against my will to please anyone, so for once, will it just kill you if you were to give me a break.? I've been following every expectations and it kills me now to know that that's just not enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been wondering lately what's exactly in store for me after the O's. I've known many many people whom totally move on with life after graduation; forgetting their fellow classmates and friends and very ready to make new friends. They'll miss every meet-ups, birthday party and sad moments their friends have to share with them. They'll forget about you when their schedules tight. They'll no longer believe you about the mortifying shits that happened to them, because you can no longer care. They'll no longer be there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on. And in exactly 18 months time, when we're all done with our major exams, I'm just afraid that I might become that person. I don't know how or why, its the influencial thought that i have towards after high school which never fails to put me down. Things will change; I don't deny that. But will things change so drastic that I might forget their promises and pretend as though high school friends don't exist at all? Who exactly will I be then?&lt;/em&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/6836148939846020040-5367648866684122944?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5367648866684122944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5367648866684122944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-sad-when-people-you-know-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-263798522276288891</id><published>2008-07-25T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:30:51.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was just a horrifying dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday did not leave these bruises on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday did not leave me crying for mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday did not witness us and all the cruelty that revolved around us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday did not have me thrown around on the concrete floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday did not leave me with any more sweet thoughts of you than I already have. Yesterday, minus the colour, the sounds, the emotions; was just a horrifying dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, it can no longer be a dream if it keeps on haunting me every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It'll all happen before you knew it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-263798522276288891?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/263798522276288891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/263798522276288891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-just-horrifying-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-5591345447910534143</id><published>2008-07-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:20:16.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don`t be surprised&lt;br /&gt;That these are my last words&lt;br /&gt;My last hour of my last day&lt;br /&gt;I`ve taken all the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can bear yo&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I`ll turn&lt;br /&gt;Turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;As wipe cause the tears are building up in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I got nothing left to love in my life&lt;br /&gt;20 years of age and its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't even want to try&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;Tell them to forget the show tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I`ve given up alright&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the headlines say&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/6836148939846020040-5591345447910534143?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5591345447910534143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5591345447910534143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-be-surprised-that-these-are-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-5713571285842920934</id><published>2008-07-20T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:02:54.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/image/domo%20kun/michaelchoo/357_45x45_1193321222.jpg?o=13" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c67/michaelchoo/357_45x45_1193321222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i feel tired. not physically, but mentally. i feel mentally drained from all those heavy thoughts. i didn't know i would come up with such petty conclusions. i knew i should have done better. i knew that, with this, one's gonna lose out. everything's just so unfair. they dont deserve this at all. i wished time would all stop. all troubles would be gone. i wished i would have been more rational. i didn't know it started till then. i want a miracle to happen, i want everything to be alright. i don't want anymore troubles, i just want happy lives. i want to go back when i was first born, when all of us were babies, so we wouldnt have to worry so much about the littlest things. I WANT A TIME MACHINE SO THAT WE COULD ALL GO BACK TO THE PAST LEADING SUPER INNOCENT MINDS &amp;amp; NOT WORRY AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-5713571285842920934?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5713571285842920934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5713571285842920934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-5019356806502572331</id><published>2008-07-19T08:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:27:35.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday's&lt;/span&gt; geography lesson made me feel that actually, not all teachers dared to admit their mistake. ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lim&lt;/span&gt;, our geog teacher was down with flu the other day, so she was absent. then our, trainee teacher came into the room without saying any word, nor did he told us that he needs our assistance with the IT. when the class all gets to become very rowdy and noisy, he got pissed and yelled at us. he then blamed us that we were such lousy students who don't even want to help a teacher in need. When no one really bothered to do anything, he told us to write a one page essay about ourselves. hella, being the stubborn kid i am, i wrote big humogous words that it managed to contain 50 words or so a page. the content wasn't even true nor was it exciting. and i was super pleased when three quarter of the class did so too(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the endline here is that guy teachers wouldn't dare ask for directions no matter how lost they are. they would then blame you for something they had problems with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOSER MUCH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;after recess, i wenta presbytarian high for the 7th student counsellor investiture with hui yee. theirs was super well organized. i love the hal deco the most. sungguh the ancient classic. alangkah baiknya jika sekolah kami sama seperti mereka. oh, i saw a primary school friend too, who was from catholic high. sungguh action banget deh. mentang- mentang la dia pandai dan mengambil french sebagai thrid languagenya. pandang rendah konon.. tsk, our investiture's gonna be this wednesday and im not at all prepared. but after investiture's straightaway gonna be ndp rehearsal. that one i lagi more stressed.. but on the bright note, im gonna be with steffi most of the time cause we're both the flag bearers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;COOLNESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY PLEASE PASS BY QUICKLY&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-5019356806502572331?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5019356806502572331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5019356806502572331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/fridays-geography-lesson-made-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1124349492837815989</id><published>2008-07-13T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:29:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people write that they're happy with the current sitting arrangement. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me, how can i be happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can I be happy when im sitting very very far away from my cliques. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how am i going to be happy when the teacher told me the reason why i was seated there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how am i going to be happy when i'm going to be stressed out again like them previous years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how am i going to smile again knowing there is always someone rubbing in my face about their achivements.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how am i going to talk to saitek when she is seated at the very far etched of the class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how exactly am i going to be happy? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you tell me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you blardy think that im okay with the sitting arrangement but you don't know what's in store for me. you don't know what i went through in the previous years. you don't know how much i regretted being the changed person whom i used to be. you only know whats best for her, but have you ever thought of my opinions? you were also the one who claimed that i have a problem with confidence, but yet you choose to put me beside them. you didn't know what i went through just because of that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the truth is, i will never be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1124349492837815989?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1124349492837815989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1124349492837815989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-write-that-theyre-happy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7020702941473866773</id><published>2008-07-13T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:06:02.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SHncBWcetqI/AAAAAAAABAY/xK6YTEbZUpw/s1600-h/kuiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222447158675814050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SHncBWcetqI/AAAAAAAABAY/xK6YTEbZUpw/s320/kuiu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired and frustrated and i cannot count on you anymore. imagine having your nose filled with blood, replacing the mucus, flowing out as though its raining. well thats exactly what im going through right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; remember that time i tell you that i wish she would die in a plane crash? well, this time, i really wish she would wake up in the morning and and wear her fuglay clothes filled with itching powder. then may she have some bruises from walking her way to school. when eating her blardey breakfast, i wished that people put nails in her food, so that she'll choke to death. all these wishes would not have been made if only she hadn't sent me to detention(again) on friday for wearing my skirt around hip level and wearing an oversized blouse. now that's waaaay to the fucking extreme. i am sure she blacklisted me and no doubt she'll do her very best to bring me down to the bottom. in any way, she'll be the reason for my future illnesses etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anywhoos, being the reserve ain't that bad after all yo! can change place and play with many many people. yesterday's NDP was ubber fun lah dhey. the most important part was the DELICIOUS FOOD! as long as there's no short supply of good food, me and weimin will be very very satisfied.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7020702941473866773?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7020702941473866773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7020702941473866773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-tired-and-frustrated-and-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SHncBWcetqI/AAAAAAAABAY/xK6YTEbZUpw/s72-c/kuiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3004775646501545458</id><published>2008-07-10T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:21:52.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I fear I might break&lt;br /&gt;And I fear I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm losing hope&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing else to show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'll lay awake, feeling empty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;current mood: mixture of fucked up and super sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my week hasn't gone on as planned. it's as though i wake up on the wrong wide of bed almost every single morning. i feel depressed. i bet some of you might think that this is very very normal for WANI, since she's a person who cannot stop thinking of suicidal thoughts everytime she faces a problem. but hell, this blow has never been so painful as before. i could'nt help myself from looking at that penknife lying at the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from what i knew, as long as you're a deyian, you're safe from detention as long as you follow all the rules and remain at a low profile. but hell, i was very wrong. be it you're someone whom the teacher likes or hates, you can just go to detention for the littlest smallest mistake a human can make. yes, that answered each and everyone of your question. i did went to detention. and the reasons simple; i didn't have enough time to finish my given assignment at home because of my very tight schedule and weak health. and its just one assignment she cant let me off. to tell you the truth, that was my first time not able to hand up my work on time. having thoughts of going to detention was mildly okay. at first i thought i would'nt have to since i finish the whole entire 400 word essay during the assembly. little did i knew that she would tell me to redo the whole thing in detention. i was very upset. very. i even cursed her in till i got a big huge migraine later that afternoon, leaving me almost fainting on the way home. to add on i was fasting on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh how i wished she died in a plane crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3004775646501545458?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3004775646501545458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3004775646501545458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/07/cause-i-fear-i-might-break-and-i-fear-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-5718671335228907864</id><published>2008-06-22T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:09:49.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SF5A0zSJAzI/AAAAAAAABAQ/TyuKqlxCLIM/s1600-h/227276476_2569249ef6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214676694405284658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SF5A0zSJAzI/AAAAAAAABAQ/TyuKqlxCLIM/s320/227276476_2569249ef6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-5718671335228907864?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5718671335228907864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5718671335228907864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SF5A0zSJAzI/AAAAAAAABAQ/TyuKqlxCLIM/s72-c/227276476_2569249ef6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-977061679400007377</id><published>2008-06-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:07:23.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She got me speedin' in the fast lane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedal to the floor mayne, tryna get back to her love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best believe she got that good thang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She my little hood thang, ask around they know us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll know that's mine..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-977061679400007377?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/977061679400007377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/977061679400007377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-got-me-speedin-in-fast-lane-pedal.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-5012997236103316444</id><published>2008-06-22T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:00:45.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;before anything else matters, like homeworks and my current frizzy hair, let me give you a piece of my mind. i went to beach road(yeah you know the one near sjab HQ and the make ic place) for dinner yesterday. upon just reaching there, i saw these bunch of old malay drunkards sipping their night away with many many bottles of beer sitting just across the empty table. and immediately, thoughts strucked me. i was wondering whether have these people went to a mosque before? or done any prayers in the mosque every friday afternoon ike any other married muslim husbands? i bet not. it was indeed shocking to actually see muslim men drinking beer as though it was mineral water. i was quite upset, you can say, especially when there were very young kids, at the age 5years and below seating just nearby. this men can be a role model  to these very young kids when they grow up with having a mindset that drinking beer is as good as drinking tea in the coffeeshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is a huge-mongous deal. its against the law of islam to drink beer!. i mean don't they know? didn't anyone teach them?. oh my gosh, i just hope that god will have mercy on their soul when they die. it scares me to even think of my own version after-life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the meantime, lets just summarise my whole holiday. i stayed home most of the days if there arent activities outside. i read books whenever im free, i do homework when those love novels arent coming to an end and i watch tv the rest of the time. yes, that was indeed quite fun. oh tuition cher told us that there is only left three and a half months of school to go. after the one week term break, it'll be exams already. yes, exams are on the third week of september. did you get that? yes, no more fooling around this time. i will do better. teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-5012997236103316444?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5012997236103316444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/5012997236103316444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-anything-else-matters-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-4122056461681828741</id><published>2008-06-13T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:52:19.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SFH8yJSPEmI/AAAAAAAABAI/EDI9viQ6A5s/s1600-h/Image201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211224182260437602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SFH8yJSPEmI/AAAAAAAABAI/EDI9viQ6A5s/s320/Image201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; till then, babies(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6836148939846020040-4122056461681828741?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4122056461681828741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4122056461681828741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/06/till-then-babies-xoxoxoxo.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SFH8yJSPEmI/AAAAAAAABAI/EDI9viQ6A5s/s72-c/Image201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-4561668251763164483</id><published>2008-06-08T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:16:33.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209495327611676386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEvYZj1Z5uI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4bpOIBlAI4A/s320/Snappy.009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so maybe yesterday wasnt one of its best day to get a suntan as it rained for almost the whole day. but hella, i had truckloads of fun. For what i've known, Wild Wild Wet was supposed to be the most cooliest place in Singapore that i have yet to go to. But indeed, it gets on your nerves when the queue starts to grow longer and when you've been on most of the slides for over twenty over times. Oh have i mention, i saw many deyians there. I even saw one of my primary school friends. But  i didnt bother approaching them as i rather not get into the whole humilation thing when i get to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEvYZLL7CpI/AAAAAAAAA_w/mm4NvK0QorU/s1600-h/happy+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209495320995236498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEvYZLL7CpI/AAAAAAAAA_w/mm4NvK0QorU/s320/happy+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEvYaFKR9nI/AAAAAAAABAA/TIjuqnu0V3Q/s1600-h/Snappy.010+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209495336557606514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEvYaFKR9nI/AAAAAAAABAA/TIjuqnu0V3Q/s320/Snappy.010+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, very very cute indeed. i loveeeee his eyes. don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4561668251763164483?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4561668251763164483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4561668251763164483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-maybe-yesterday-wasnt-one-of-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEvYZj1Z5uI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4bpOIBlAI4A/s72-c/Snappy.009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-8895478444089656515</id><published>2008-06-06T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:37:41.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEkQqpQopQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IsfoAE4vY5c/s1600-h/Image156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208712768846865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEkQqpQopQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IsfoAE4vY5c/s320/Image156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I've been missing lately this days, and clearly I have a reason . I've been attending AEM which is sorta like an extracredit thing at Singapore Poly waaaay at Dover. And coincidently, SP was having open house that time. So I did saw many many people whom i knew but didnt approach and say hello whatsoever cause its better viewing from afar. The course had been a very meaningful one as it opens me up more to the importance of conserving energy. Making solar panelled car and that wheel of fortune thing was utterly my favourite. So hell, I did travel to Dover at 6.45 in the morning and only going home very very late in the afternoon. But when you have friends like steffi and puayyen nothing tiring seems to matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was indeed a boring paragrah to write of a meaningful course with very very kind teachers but hell, i cant help to write everything nicely. This stomach flu of mine aint getting better from the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, did i mention that today is my birthday? well i just did. And im going to Wild Wild Wet tomorrow!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;suke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8895478444089656515?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8895478444089656515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8895478444089656515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-ive-been-missing-lately-this-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SEkQqpQopQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IsfoAE4vY5c/s72-c/Image156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-6746282431118677489</id><published>2008-05-29T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:17:22.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my report book says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nur Syazwani us an independant worker who faces difficulties with confidence. She is self-motivated to ...... ...... and is very disciplined to ...... Keep it up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I personally find the first sentence very hard to believe. Eversince god know when do i have a problem with confidence? Im considered one of the loudest girls in class and here you are saying that i have a problem &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;con-fi-dent-i-a-lity&lt;/span&gt;. personally, i think you don't know one shit about me. I shout in class, I yell at guys (ocassionally, when they get on my nerves, i mean who doesn't kan), there were times that i laughed sooo loud that many got irritated and i sleep during lessons. So why on earth does that makes me not confident at all. Okay so maybe i did wee bit worser then the previous semester but hey, that first line doesn't fit at all yo. and because of that, mom and dad has made decisions of sending me to those "build up your confidence in a verrry short period of time" seminars which not only cost a bomb but also bores the shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6746282431118677489?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6746282431118677489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6746282431118677489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-report-book-says-nur-syazwani-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-2522206823522115653</id><published>2008-05-25T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:10:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;god,&lt;/em&gt; I will try to become a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;oh yes, and become a better muslimah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2522206823522115653?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2522206823522115653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2522206823522115653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-i-will-try-to-become-better-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1294730983514397516</id><published>2008-05-22T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:37:27.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDVF8Tj9I8I/AAAAAAAAA_U/nT8wizGjfi0/s1600-h/2276908493_f4a82104a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203141846842024898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDVF8Tj9I8I/AAAAAAAAA_U/nT8wizGjfi0/s200/2276908493_f4a82104a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; "claps claps"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okay, so maybe Archuleta didn't crown for American Idol this year, but hey, this Cook guy isn't really that bad after all. He sound soooo much effing better then Chris Daughtry and his songs are not as slow as Archuleta. Tell you the truth eh, Archuleta's songs kinda makes me wanna weep and sometimes maybe doze off for a coupla seconds. Sungguh menye-feeling feeling deh! But Cook's songs make me wanna get on my feet and sing along with him &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eventhough i don't really know the lyrics, asalboleh nyanyi pun boleh lah). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm missing PTM for the first time in history because i don't see a need for my parents to come down to school and complain about every single shit they have about the school's system or policy or whatever shit there is to be complained. And I don't need teachers telling me over and over again to interact more in class and to buck up on my studies. Its like as though they've run out of lines in their script, thus resulting in having absolutely nothing to talk about. Then at home, when they are suppose to mind their own business and leave me alone, they start blaming me instead for being in such pathetic state in such pathetic school. To top it all, mom and dad is seriously getting on my nerves these days with all what she assumes slow talk and consultation when all i ever wanted for her to do is mind her own business. She even starts cleaning my room resulting in throwing most of my clothes. Hella! and after doing that she tries to be &lt;em&gt;ms nicey nicey&lt;/em&gt; with me again by bringing me to go shopping with her but theres a fucking twist to it, im not allowed to buy anything. Indeed, Im suppose to envy all the good stuff that she buys for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;currently on PMS mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i bet she even forgetthat that my birthday is just round the corner, fantastic, not!)&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/6836148939846020040-1294730983514397516?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1294730983514397516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1294730983514397516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/claps-claps-okay-so-maybe-archuleta.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDVF8Tj9I8I/AAAAAAAAA_U/nT8wizGjfi0/s72-c/2276908493_f4a82104a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3662086181367025429</id><published>2008-05-19T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:10:30.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;you almost took all my sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I stand in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;br /&gt;And when you talk cold to me&lt;br /&gt;I can see yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; breath in the air&lt;br /&gt;It's taking it's toll on me&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom taking showers&lt;br /&gt;So you don't see me cry&lt;br /&gt;baby it's such a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to feel confident&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitter you're not making sense&lt;br /&gt;i missed you till you almost took&lt;br /&gt;my sanity, I started a new verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like poetry&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding behind the words you speak&lt;br /&gt;Changing the words of the story&lt;br /&gt;you say you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding behind the words&lt;br /&gt;You're speaking&lt;br /&gt;Changing the words&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the verse&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give you gratitude&lt;br /&gt;You act like you don't hear me speak&lt;br /&gt;And when i tell you what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even hear the truth&lt;br /&gt;what are you trying to prove?&lt;br /&gt;I stare out of the window for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cause&lt;/span&gt;you don't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;You won't even look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;I read your face and I'm blanking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cause&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what's in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to feel confident&lt;br /&gt;Tried to feel confident&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitter, you're not making sense&lt;br /&gt;I missed you till you almost took&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;I started a new verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like poetry&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding behind the words you speak&lt;br /&gt;Changing the words of the story&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting&lt;br /&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding behind the words&lt;br /&gt;You're speaking&lt;br /&gt;Changing the words&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the verse&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Then say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hiding? &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/6836148939846020040-3662086181367025429?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3662086181367025429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3662086181367025429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-almost-took-all-my-sanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7783235737588966285</id><published>2008-05-19T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:01:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDEBbG9kYfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FLizpd5IaMs/s1600-h/2264688928_723750c303_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201940609826578930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDEBbG9kYfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FLizpd5IaMs/s320/2264688928_723750c303_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josiah Leming, the American Idol cast-off also known as "that kid who lived in his car and who was good, but totally ill-fitting in the Idol context," has recently signed a deal with Warner Bros. Records. In the days following his booting from American Idol, Josiah Leming made $15,000 off his MySpace page's Snocap store. And he was on Ellen, too. And he's not a kid that cries for every little thing. He's not Emo and not pretending to be one. But what he is, he's a kid who tried. He has no regrets about choices he made. Besides that, he knows that his 15 minutes are up. The fame he felt for a while drops off, we've seen it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's a small window of opportunity, and I don't want to do it too quick or too slow," Josiah Leming said for MTV today. "I've always been aware of the fact that one day you can be everything, and the next day you can be nothing. Stuff like that has always weighed heavy on my mind. Things are given and taken away so quickly, it's always sitting in the back of my mind that I could just be another flash in the pan. Everyone wants to be optimistic, but you also want to be realistic." I don't know about you, but I am very much surprised. From the crying boy who thought he is the God's favorite, to the man that speaks wisely. I guess there is something to be learned after big experiences. And it is not important much if those travels were a mistake or not. At least not for Josiah Leming."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very very well said indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDEBbW9kYgI/AAAAAAAAA_M/v13gk7r8QfU/s1600-h/th_davida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201940614121546242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDEBbW9kYgI/AAAAAAAAA_M/v13gk7r8QfU/s320/th_davida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the other hand, i hope this guy will win this year's American idol. Though ratings have been down for "Idol" this year, the series still trounces every other show on TV. Host Ryan Seacrest said some 56 million people voted in Wednesday night's competition.The two remaining contestants will give their last judged performances Tuesday night, with the results revealed on a two-hour finale on Wednesday. That's tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow! Happening sungguh deh! Now let's just wait and see aye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7783235737588966285?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7783235737588966285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7783235737588966285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/josiah-leming-american-idol-cast-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SDEBbG9kYfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/FLizpd5IaMs/s72-c/2264688928_723750c303_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-2533441690883427094</id><published>2008-05-15T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:11:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCxBV29kYdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/XbjDmp12L-M/s1600-h/moto+Q+9h.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200603513492890066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCxBV29kYdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/XbjDmp12L-M/s320/moto+Q+9h.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT A NEW CELLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no,&lt;/em&gt; I WANT A NEW CELLY BADLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;, I NEED A NEW CELLY BADLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;, I NEED TO OWN MY OWN NEW CELLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kesimpulannya,&lt;/em&gt; I HAVE TO GET MOTO Q 9h super duper badly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are the odds that I might be getting a new celly these days? &lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTE ZERO; confirm &lt;em&gt;PLUS&lt;/em&gt; guarantee CHOP&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially when it looks like a PDA. I tell you, I'll work my butt off for this celly till I get it. Even if it involves me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;working long hours during the summer break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the meantime, let this be a motivation for me to work harder despite the fact that I will fail both physicas and Emath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bummer!&lt;/strong&gt; irritating banget deh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2533441690883427094?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2533441690883427094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2533441690883427094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-odds-that-i-might-be-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCxBV29kYdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/XbjDmp12L-M/s72-c/moto+Q+9h.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3088115654015224544</id><published>2008-05-15T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:18:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4PW9kYXI/AAAAAAAAA-E/wPKo_ggYh00/s1600-h/Image115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593506219090290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4PW9kYXI/AAAAAAAAA-E/wPKo_ggYh00/s200/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bet those who have their luggages packed must feel &lt;em&gt;Super Duper&lt;/em&gt; excited right now knowing that they'll leave for China in a couple of hours time. The feeling of jealousy is still there, but I'd rather leave those &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;f-king&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; memories I had in China than to bring it all back. Just so you know, I went to China waaaay waaaaay back when I was in Primary Six. The trip was truly fun, but its myself whom I cannot forgive for behaving no different from a &lt;em&gt;biatch&lt;/em&gt;. Tsk, I hate it when loooong abandon memories suddenly comes back after being thrown away for a very very long time. Sometimes too long, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593514809024914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4P29kYZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ur6KpWHELgg/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, todays girls day out to the beach was &lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;. I repeat, &lt;em&gt;aay-mae-zzz-ing. &lt;/em&gt;But it would have been god-zillion times more amazing if Saitek had come along. This girl had something important on in the last wee minutes that she wasn't allowed to come with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593510514057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4Pm9kYYI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kKNfB35DIDk/s200/Image116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we rented bicycles of the same kind from one of those random bicycle shops the moment we got there. Dang, that had caused us 18 shaperooos gone down the drain. So we cycled for a very very long time to the other end of the beach to see what Chen Fang said to be very very adorable baby crabs. Apparently, the tide was so high that that plot of sand was drowned. Nevertheless, we went this huge bowling place to wait till the tide decreases a wee bit. It was then that me and Steffi learnt how to play pool. You can even start calling me pro for getting the rules and everything mixed up. So pool was based on our own rules and regulations. Sonok banget beb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593514809024930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4P29kYaI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LO-4t9iJ7FE/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593669427847618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4Y29kYcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4sfKABWU1tk/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it was about an hour late for the return of those bikes, we head back fo the bicycle shop which took us a 3 minutes journey. Terlalu penat punye pasal, we sat on the grass facing the see to enjoy the breeze and to play with the sand. Hoho, it was then makan time where the food at Banquet don't even taste up to standed, but nevertheless, I was the first to obble down the food sebab lapa punyer pasal and ordered ice kachang. It was then going to the arcade followed by that super long bus ride back to Ang Mo Kio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3088115654015224544?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3088115654015224544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3088115654015224544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCw4PW9kYXI/AAAAAAAAA-E/wPKo_ggYh00/s72-c/Image115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-2237278339987047466</id><published>2008-05-14T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:15:09.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS FINALLY OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itsoverlahitsoveritsoveritsoveritsoveritsoveritsover !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Almighty, did I mention yet its over ?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really dontkno how to express this deepshithappyness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like finally lah kan ? Nomore dreads of draggin myself outta bed after 698166436 snoozes for last minute morning revision. nomore burnin midnight oils, and finally, nomore complaints.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SUPER DUPER HAPPY LAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevertheless. the mumzy's got super angry for assuming that i still have papers tomoro and i ought to study, study, study instead of wasting the blardy time in front of the computer doing what she assumes &lt;em&gt;"making new friends online"&lt;/em&gt; because she thinks that im very mentel when its clear that im blogging. ahhh fuck, da blaja banyak dier marah, tak blaja pon dier marah. tell me, how am i suppose to get along well with them? and that had made me and my joyous mood hit waaaay down the rockbottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nevertheless, Im gonna keep myself fucking busy by catching GossipGirl season One and Two/ Hana- Kimi/ Desperate HouseWives/ Ellen Degeneres Show/Prison Break 3/ Pussycat dolls presents Girlicious/ America's Next Top Model Cycle 9 /One Tree Hill/Ghost Whisperer/ One Miss Call and Om Shanti Om-ness. And the best part is that I still haven't found a damn site to go watch all of it,! And that still doesnt include reading all Nicholas Sparks' s masterpieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2237278339987047466?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2237278339987047466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2237278339987047466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-finally-over-itsoverlahitsoveritsov.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1250022920568230168</id><published>2008-05-14T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:13:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it finally did.&lt;/strong&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/6836148939846020040-1250022920568230168?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1250022920568230168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1250022920568230168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-it-finally-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-320427673762645409</id><published>2008-05-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:27:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, please come fast.&lt;/strong&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/6836148939846020040-320427673762645409?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/320427673762645409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/320427673762645409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/wednesday-please-come-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-3406971994098609639</id><published>2008-05-09T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:12:12.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCQz5c5UFjI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tYwYvyVGtd8/s1600-h/219078919_5aefb515e2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198336931994539570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCQz5c5UFjI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tYwYvyVGtd8/s320/219078919_5aefb515e2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh mamamia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wont want to know what i was doing in chinatown the whole afternoon. i was with ibu for the whole 5 hours in chinatown just to spend away tons and tons of precious money on beads and other materials. oh yes, she did drag me to chinatown this time to spend a one time mother-daughter quality time together. that five hours could have been betterly used to study the remaining five subjects. but heyho, i did manage to get myself one or two or five different colours of beads. like thats not satisfying enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe strongly that if you've studied well for an exam, you're able to answer most of the questions. i dont see the blardy point for blaming yourself or time for being unfair to you. the time has been there all along. i dont see the point you complain all the time how much you suck at this and that and how you will react if you fail the exam but in the end, you passed and get highest overall. once or twice is fine, but hella, its all the time.isn't that called hypocrit-ing? like most of you have guessed, im very happy indeed to be in threeseven despite those many many political problems, everyone's motto after a certain major paper is " its over, no point talking about it or one down; three more days to go or even can make it one, once finish can enjoy like crazy! shiok" so you see, these are the people whom i like being with. although there will be a time where you know that you're not able to ace a paper, theres seriously other major papers to think about and not just the other one. and just so you know, im playing computer games followed by a long two hours of psp games and thats because, i need a break. i dont see a point in you studying all the time and nothing gets into that selfish brain of yours. its just a waste of time. and im superbly tired, tell me i dont need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeeeee, im hella good at spamming, so thats why my answers for geography is three and a half page long, cause nothing insides really important. see the point? and im okay with it cause, there is no point crying over such small matter.i like it when my hair gets curly after applying that hair damage cream. its sooooo the pooooffy. ps, i didnt rebond my hair, cause if i were to then i'll be a multi-millionaire and my just hair tend to be wavy and straight when i tie it. ok, that was random; till i see you again(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3406971994098609639?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3406971994098609639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3406971994098609639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-mamamia-you-wont-want-to-know-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SCQz5c5UFjI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tYwYvyVGtd8/s72-c/219078919_5aefb515e2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-4387013082178783234</id><published>2008-05-03T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:16:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBv0Ht81sPI/AAAAAAAAA9E/GZlE1XO_NMo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196015008533033202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBv0Ht81sPI/AAAAAAAAA9E/GZlE1XO_NMo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; this game is soooo super duper cooooooool! i want! but its currently only at ps3. tsk tsk tsk.how like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4387013082178783234?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4387013082178783234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4387013082178783234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-game-is-soooo-super-duper.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBv0Ht81sPI/AAAAAAAAA9E/GZlE1XO_NMo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-744240280303755007</id><published>2008-05-01T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:58:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need truckloads of money so that i can buy these wonderful babies.&lt;br /&gt;seresly; i need them(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195267873202090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMmt81sMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Fn6M9ZMjpB4/s320/redflower.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMm981sNI/AAAAAAAAA80/Yssg4HnYw94/s1600-h/shoemerah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195267877497057490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMm981sNI/AAAAAAAAA80/Yssg4HnYw94/s320/shoemerah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMnN81sOI/AAAAAAAAA88/NELVpKE4qLE/s1600-h/shoeoen.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195267881792024802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMnN81sOI/AAAAAAAAA88/NELVpKE4qLE/s320/shoeoen.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lastly, i need to be like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195267868907122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMmd81sLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/LXSZcHuhxAk/s320/1932851840_6f76a54527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195267864612155554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMmN81sKI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DJr06zYRDJg/s320/1932034773_c98e936979.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;to look this hot/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-744240280303755007?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/744240280303755007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/744240280303755007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-truckloads-of-money-so-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlMmt81sMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Fn6M9ZMjpB4/s72-c/redflower.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-1960824710257213319</id><published>2008-05-01T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:59:01.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch; watch; watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-ljW5YEdao&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-ljW5YEdao&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just so you guys know that im all anti about mcDonalds now. so lunch will from now onwards be healthily hawker centre food(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1960824710257213319?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1960824710257213319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1960824710257213319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/watch-watch-watch-just-so-you-guys-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-676073404274187682</id><published>2008-05-01T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:38:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlFr981sFI/AAAAAAAAA70/nWTQmfns0Os/s1600-h/Photo968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195260266815008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlFr981sFI/AAAAAAAAA70/nWTQmfns0Os/s200/Photo968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; super hot nak mampose hot weather days when math and bad hair days no longer matter because everyones studying thier heads off for the midyears, are completely and truly a bore. but heyho, that doesnt mean that im not doing the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two weeks, after that its all HOLIDAY for me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195260258225074226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlFrd81sDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/0a1nV1xJpog/s200/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195260258225074210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlFrd81sCI/AAAAAAAAA7c/9XECZIu13dI/s200/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;before i leave, heres chen fangs and puayyen award winning face(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sumpah, inilah rakan-rakan kegemaranku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-676073404274187682?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/676073404274187682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/676073404274187682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-hot-nak-mampose-hot-weather-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBlFr981sFI/AAAAAAAAA70/nWTQmfns0Os/s72-c/Photo968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-8266526238507577400</id><published>2008-04-25T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:37:12.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193108264861413378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBGgc981sAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/TMaAlZundrk/s200/sunglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am full of fail. I let myself enjoy meals and lunches. I could've stuck my finger down my damned throat and get all that stuff out. But no, a part of me secretly tormented my fat self and indulged in food. I hate myself. I hate that I don't know what's wrong with me. I want this.And I will get what I want.No more indulging in comfort food. Every meal is a new plate of fats. 37 hours. WANI.. you could've done better than that. You know it. Now you're fat and you only have your impulsive self to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Full of fats and full of FAIL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're soo brave that you've just bacome a big huge loser .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;afiq just bought me a brand new ruby's cube to play with before the exams. he assumed that i can still fixed it in a couple of minutes. but hell, he was sooo wrong. i've already forgotten most of the moves. now that leaves me to watching youtube again for the next couple of hours before tuition starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bummer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we did absailing in the morning and im glad to say that i make down alive without a single word being shouted at someone due to my nervousness. but heh, i might just try it again; someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice kachang for lunch and a walk at hub today was a bliss. minus that whole part whereby my bag broke in the middle of shops and chenfang had to fixed it for me on the spot. awkward much. after many persuations, ibu still wont buy me a brand new bag till the holls are here. that leaves me with using someone else's bag for the time being or steal that very very nice le coq sportif bag from hub and go to jail. the first option still sounds sooo much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193108260566446066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBGgct81r_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/fbtezq2Dw9I/s200/skinnygirl15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its still worth the wait right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8266526238507577400?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8266526238507577400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8266526238507577400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-full-of-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/SBGgc981sAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/TMaAlZundrk/s72-c/sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-2520792692795946808</id><published>2008-04-20T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:04:18.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk. uncle salikin's rock album didnt win during this year's anugerah planet muzik. tsk tsk tsk. its near to 11 and im super starving right now for i missed dinner outside just now with them familee to catch some snooze on the sofa for two hours straight. i have yet to study a math and social studies test because it gets annoying everytime he postpones it again and again. katakan effort wasted larh kan. i have all night to mug for i dont feel an inch tired and anuar zain's song is soon to get on my nerves. fwahwahwa, remain that way; i tell you, the irritacy level might even turn me anorexic for 36 hours straight with no food or water just like i did before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the night just got younger baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but shit, i still have two tests and one report to be down by tomoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6836148939846020040-2520792692795946808?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2520792692795946808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2520792692795946808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7691723786697326272</id><published>2008-04-19T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:57:01.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sesungguhnya aku sungguh penat sekali ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;badminton sessions at SJI with them lovely sjabnians and ex-ncocians was truly one of thee most loveliest and draining moments spent eversince the countdown for midyears begin. and no doubt that i had a hellload of laughing my arse out during the friendly match between us and SJInians. &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when im too tired to even think of words to type. anywhoos, im super duper tired and midyears are coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. midyears are seriously round the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this time, its for real/:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7691723786697326272?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7691723786697326272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7691723786697326272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/sesungguhnya-aku-sungguh-penat-sekali.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-8005934441585946636</id><published>2008-04-13T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:29:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like ive told you; somehow i knew that DMB will win this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they really did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they got&lt;em&gt; Gold With Honours&lt;/em&gt; for Best Drum Major 2008 Award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEST DISPLAY BAND 2008 AWARD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coolios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the meantime, lets hope that tomoro's a half day so that ss test will be postponed again(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got truckloads of pictures in my phone; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but stephanie, yanling and amira will never forgive me if i upload all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahahahahahahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8005934441585946636?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8005934441585946636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8005934441585946636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-3482999158540377456</id><published>2008-04-11T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:28:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sPas6Cjc8y/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sPas6Cjc8y/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here the room's pitch dark&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are tonight&lt;br /&gt;No answer on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And the night goes by so very slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope that it won't end though&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I always got by on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never really cared until I met you&lt;br /&gt;And now it chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how long I have wanted&lt;br /&gt;To touch your lips and hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how long I have waited&lt;br /&gt;And I was gonna tell you tonight&lt;br /&gt;But the secret is still my own&lt;br /&gt;And my love for you is still unknown&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I always got by on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never really cared until I met you&lt;br /&gt;And now it chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone, alone &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3482999158540377456?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3482999158540377456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3482999158540377456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/hear-ticking-of-clock-im-lying-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-8944188706787259699</id><published>2008-04-11T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:26:22.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/L8wXEGtjwj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/L8wXEGtjwj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, how about a round of applause,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, standin' ovation,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ohh yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so dumb right now,&lt;br /&gt;Standin' outside my house,&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to apologize,&lt;br /&gt;You’re so ugly when you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Please, just cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me you’re sorry 'cause you’re not,&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught,&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show (oh),&lt;br /&gt;You really had me goin',&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go (oh),&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closin',&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show (oh),&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin',&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over now (but it's over now),&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow, ohh ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab your clothes and get gone (get gone),&lt;br /&gt;You better hurry up before the sprinklers come on (come on),&lt;br /&gt;Talkin’ 'bout girl, I love you, you’re the one,&lt;br /&gt;This just looks like the re-run,&lt;br /&gt;Please, what else is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t tell me you’re sorry 'cause you’re not (mmm),&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught (mmm),&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show (oh),&lt;br /&gt;You really had me goin',&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go (oh),&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closin',&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show (oh),&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin',&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over now (but it's over now),&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow, ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award for the best liar goes to you (goes to you),&lt;br /&gt;For makin' me believe that you could be faithful to me,&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear your speech out,&lt;br /&gt;How about a round of applause,&lt;br /&gt;A standin' ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show (oh),&lt;br /&gt;You really had me goin',&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go (oh),&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closin',&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show (oh),&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin',&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over now (but it's over now),&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8944188706787259699?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8944188706787259699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8944188706787259699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohh-how-about-round-of-applause-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-4038688497474630941</id><published>2008-04-11T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:47:43.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9QHJk1vqnR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9QHJk1vqnR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things you do to me are taking me over.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you everything inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Like a nervous heart that is crazy beating.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are stuck here against the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it closer to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Get your attention before you pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just leave me hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up, back up,&lt;br /&gt;Take another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess up, mess up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up.&lt;br /&gt;This ain't just a thing that you,&lt;br /&gt;Give up, give up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't just say that I'd be better off.&lt;br /&gt;Better off sitting by myself wondering,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm better off, better off without you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4038688497474630941?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4038688497474630941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4038688497474630941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-things-you-do-to-me-are-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-2115965895081361316</id><published>2008-04-11T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:36:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks guest for that advice; but heyho, you're talking to someone who's a vege person now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes yes yes. im finally waaaay back on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you kno what beats than having a whole hour of boring lesson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad hair day. today and yesterday was such major humid day that my insides were burning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ladies; i supposed you get what i mean right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seresly i swear nothing can be hotter than that. and thats half the reason why i was seen walking up and down that classroom asking people for entertainment. &lt;em&gt;so i bet now that you've guessed whose pantat was on fire yesterday.&lt;/em&gt; yes yes, just a day of stjohns and my three saturdays are booked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeeeeeeeeeee. i dont like!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but hey, a short tournament at SJI wont hurt anyone right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but heck, thats two bucks down the drain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;broke broke broke. im dead broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hooooooooow like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomoro shall be another hot hot hot day at the national stadium. oh yes. thats going to be another day wasted sitting on solid benches cheering for our school's deyi band. but heyho deyi military band shall win this time. no kidding. you should have seen how hard they've train each and every single day. &lt;em&gt;*reminds me of my own competition earlier on*&lt;/em&gt; on the bright side, tomoro's another day of turning my hair browner and my skin even browner. great. just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you like it right, bryon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it me or is time just passing waaaaay waaaaaay to fast. one moment you're enjoying math and the other you're regretting even taking it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exams exams exams. i have to wake myself up everytime i think about it. ahahs! wani shall do truckloads better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. im super starved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh mother what difference is there of you working and not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having to face you at home everyday is no different than you working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So lonely inside, so busy out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all i wanted was somebody who cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2115965895081361316?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2115965895081361316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2115965895081361316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-guest-for-that-advice-but-heyho.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7091582700569737146</id><published>2008-04-06T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:28:07.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haaah! maybe i should fall sick more often &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that more people will tag more often ehhhs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sick, tired, and lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey(!), there's school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that ought to be my topmost priority for tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh greeeeaaaaaaaat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7091582700569737146?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7091582700569737146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7091582700569737146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/haaah-maybe-i-should-fall-sick-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-4499332842998135946</id><published>2008-04-04T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:55:27.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;will you ever smile fo me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4499332842998135946?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4499332842998135946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4499332842998135946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-you-ever-smile-fo-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1754199824497077703</id><published>2008-04-04T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:51:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;god is super duper angry at me that he decides to give me a fair andsquare punishment by making me terribly sick and by banning my alltime non-allergy medicine everywhere. that leaves me with the traditional method of recovering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweeeeeet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1754199824497077703?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1754199824497077703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1754199824497077703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-is-super-duper-angry-at-me-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7103780098052697044</id><published>2008-03-29T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:32:15.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;exhausted. yes, this time its fo real. musical yesterday rocks everyone's butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes it really did; dont you dare deny(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but ushering; suck truckloads. im never gonna work like a slave and never be appreciated for what i did. cher cher cher, being thee most hated women by many students alive; i wonder why you even bother so hard making youre life more miserable by ordering students what to do. i hate you; i really do. but hating you wont make you any happier aint it? you'll be making me more and more pissed now that i'll on your list of "people to be bestfriends with". well, good luck with that, im going to make your present life much more miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats to the teacher whom complained about our behaviour (of rotting and dying in the holding room from 1 to 3pm) to the higher authorities when we've done soooo many favours for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7103780098052697044?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7103780098052697044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7103780098052697044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/03/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-785460237259521814</id><published>2008-03-27T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:30:53.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;narcissism &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one word and thats all it takes to describe living arsonics like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pity you; seriously i do. why do you always have to pretend as though the whole world belongs to you when it really doesnt. i bet having bitchfits is one of your hobby, or better yet, you go through it each and every single day. and the reasons simple; you have no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so go fuck yourself upside down and when you're at it, you should finish it all of by writing the word guilt all over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6836148939846020040-785460237259521814?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/785460237259521814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/785460237259521814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/03/narcissism-one-word-and-thats-all-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-1717753132852462147</id><published>2008-03-23T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:15:03.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;It'll just be a minute&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened here never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;How can I cause you so much pain&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe me&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;Say you won't leave me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I will always be there&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe, will you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;All the words that I come up with&lt;br /&gt;They're like gasoline on flames&lt;br /&gt;There's no excuse, no explaination&lt;br /&gt;Believe me if I could undo what I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'd give away all that I own&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe me&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;Say you won't leave me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I will always be there&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe&lt;br /&gt;If I told you I've been cleaning my soul&lt;br /&gt;And If I promise you I'll regain control&lt;br /&gt;Will you open your door&lt;br /&gt;And let me in take me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;And not for who I've been, who I've been&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe me&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;Say you won't leave me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can your forgive me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I will always be there&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;When I say I will always be there&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1717753132852462147?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1717753132852462147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1717753132852462147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-you-listen-to-my-story-itll-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7341410524311253047</id><published>2008-03-23T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:47:28.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180860731383318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R-YdYsTfiBI/AAAAAAAAA6M/xU3PRsGzGuM/s200/Picture%252B259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after about a qudro-billion years being locked up, i decide to post something for the public. it doesnt include insulting or critisizing one else so you mofo-fuckers out there wont start having bitch-fits or anything else. anywhoos, first aid competiton just passed and im glad to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITS FINALLY OVER BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joining competition each year determines how ready you are as a cadet and a first aider during crisis moments. it also determines how much courage you have in you to go through the different processes of being ready for the competition. but nevertheless, i, as a team leader, lack of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the team leader is believed to help her team members from time to time with whatever problems they have. she should never, at any point of time, abuse her authority and break down and accuse her teammates for the mistakes that she have done. she should give her team members words of encouragement and never "tekan" them to absorb everything at one go. in other words, a team leader is nothing but an understanding perfectionista. and thats one person that i can never be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i screw it all up. oh, yes i did. and it wasnt anyones fault. i was nothing but a huge egoist monster who changes from time to time and slowly becoming a hot-headed bubble-headed idiot and ruins everyones motivation to carry on doing this competition in the first place. and technically, i was the main reason why our team made out terribly in the end. and it kills me even more knowing that jl sir have done everything he can to make us fully prepared for the competition. &amp;amp;the truth was that i just wasted his entire efforts in improving us all from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WANI IS NOTHING BUT A FAILURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES INDEED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;full of fail in twelve different colours and lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fffffffffffffaaaaaiiiiiiilllllllluuuuuuurrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7341410524311253047?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7341410524311253047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7341410524311253047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-about-qudro-billion-years-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R-YdYsTfiBI/AAAAAAAAA6M/xU3PRsGzGuM/s72-c/Picture%252B259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-7834420775026612476</id><published>2008-02-29T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:33:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after being three days twoo nights in a jungle full of insects and you-know-what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im very amazed with myself how i can still have the energy to blog, nyahaahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, them three sevens are having their dinner at pizza hut while im home having an all-vege meal for dinner. aaahh yes yes, ive turned into an all vege person ever since the camp. and thats all because i saw too many chicken, goats, lambs, fishes, cows, ducks. katekan macam da takder hati lagi la nak makan binatang-binatang seperti mereka semua. the camp was fun indeed. exclude the part where i &lt;em&gt;tongue-lashed&lt;/em&gt; my roomie in night one; and in return, she locked me out of the room for two complete freezing hours. stupid girl! seresly, i have never seen anyone as narcisstic as her. oh great!, my eyes are puffy, my throat is aching, my tummy cramps are acting again, and my temperature is rising. ini confirm besok demam punyer. best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE WATERFALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my favourite part of the camp was obviously trekking up the mountain to the summit of the waterfall. but sadly, we didnt made it to the top pf the waterfall. it would probably be my first and last time trekking up the waterfall as them parents dont kno yet what stunts we had to pass through to get there. trekking was easy peasy, but the climbing and jumping part are those which i was very afraid of. oh yeah, we didnt get to see any leeches because there werent any. isnt that great? the water from the waterfall was indeed clean and also pure. not like those sticky sticky seawater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the end of my journal for bahasa melayu which will be due next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clap clap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boy oh boy, shes gonna scream at the top of ther lungs again once she reads this/:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my alltime! buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stephanie - she's always 24/7 with sweets and food! thou shes rude and sarcastic at times, i like her many many for giving me sweets during lesson times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chenfang - she amazes me. seresly, i have never seen anyone as funny and enthusiastic about deyi military band other than this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yan ling - the ultimate most cooliest friend you can ever have and imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amira - the funniest and most bubbliest girl whom im glad to be stuck with for four years straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joeee - the most blur-rest sotong ever! but no worries. inside true friends is always one blur sotong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ter hui - chairman cum a good friend whom can never lie about your disgusting outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last but not least, i cant seem to forget the cheer amira made up during the trek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it still tickles me everytime i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stephanie : oh THUNDER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amira : (dengan se-selengenye,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh thunder, oh thunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheeklaka-peeya-peeya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheeklaka-peeya-peeya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made it through the camp alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shiping! you owe me ice cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahaahas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7834420775026612476?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7834420775026612476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7834420775026612476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-being-three-days-twoo-nights-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-8738773003033914392</id><published>2008-02-22T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:01:14.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hungry.hungry.hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dehydrated.dehydrated.dehydrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired.tired.tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one moment i wish like making this shiat private while the other it will just show how much of a loser i am. i rather not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes. WANI is indeed egoistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been attending school these few days just to be entertained with the same old rantings by teachers who doesnt even care two shits about me. and it has been like a daily routine i just have to go through each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one day when it all becomes too much, i'll critisize the fuck outta you upside down. and no doubt you'll truly regret even knowing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8738773003033914392?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8738773003033914392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8738773003033914392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-2490698597078449254</id><published>2008-02-16T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:32:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/lilmoose89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elmo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="elmo" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/lilmoose89/elmo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAMP!CAMP!CAMP!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;finally, after many many months of anticipation, camps are finally round the corner. thou i was quite shocked after knowing the exact number of people who wont be going there due to the fact that there'll be truckloads of what they call "leeches" scaring them outta their wits end. what a turnoff! isn't that what camps are for? to me, going to camp is just another way of enjoing holidays with friends and not them parents. but heck; how many people actually think just like like me heh? and this time we're gonna be in a rainforest, full of trees, waterfalls, more trees, fresh air and also a coupla insects. i repeat; a coupla. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;after the level camp will be followed by st johns camp in school which i believe will be a blast. * i will start believing; i swear.* i mean spending time with weimin and also the banana will be thee most exciting thing ever. looking forward to it so that we can learn more shits about the st johns competition coming up. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;VALENTINESVALENTINESVALENTINES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;thanks for all those gifts you lovers gave me the other day and i really mean it. lagi best people whom i thought didnt know that i exist came running to me giving cards and chocolate bars. sweet banget la oi!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and finally, this week has been rather a very tiring week due to the number of tests we have each day. and i spent almost everyday sleeping nearly at about two three plus mugging for each subjects. have i mention to you that my gay friend is the most and ultimate funniest gay friend i ever had? well i just did. not to mention that we came from the same primary school. hehs(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i love you many many larh; gay friend(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-2490698597078449254?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2490698597078449254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/2490698597078449254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/campcampcamp-finally-after-many-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-42491723635945642</id><published>2008-02-08T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:35:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZjqIcNoiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/28NNFe7bNws/s1600-h/PIC_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167427197925696034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZjqIcNoiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/28NNFe7bNws/s200/PIC_0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet wani, your new baby-sitter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZbbocNoRI/AAAAAAAAA38/Uv5HWs31omY/s1600-h/Image044000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167418152724570386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZbbocNoRI/AAAAAAAAA38/Uv5HWs31omY/s200/Image044000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while most of you out there was doing your own meetups with grandparents and cousins, i had my own outing with them cousins at pasir ris park on cheena new year was a total bliss. &amp;amp; of course, being the most kecoh-est person of them all, i ate truckloads of junkies which includes three mandarin oranges, seven hotdog rolls and four plates of noodles not including the fried rice yet. damn, someday, i shall start going anorexic if this stupid habit of mine dont stop. haahs. anywhoos, i had truckloads of fun spending time with my all time favourite gang, being complete childish idiots jumping up and down aroung the playground. wadya expect? dah lame tak jumpe oi!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZdKIcNoaI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iSl28f2_FMo/s1600-h/Snappy_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167420051100115362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZdKIcNoaI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iSl28f2_FMo/s200/Snappy_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had our own camhoring sessions while the small kids had their swimming sessions at the beach. hell, them small kids did get their sun-tans or more likely sunburns that they wanted. they were practically in the water for nearly 4 hours straight and it still amazes me how much energy they have left with them to continue playing with the sand and playground later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZapocNoOI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dDhg7Nv3x_g/s1600-h/Mylia.Images021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167417293731111138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZapocNoOI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dDhg7Nv3x_g/s200/Mylia.Images021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZeNocNofI/AAAAAAAAA5s/z8nCZE2wyFE/s1600-h/PIC_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZapocNoOI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dDhg7Nv3x_g/s1600-h/Mylia.Images021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we stayed there until about nine plus and all went home. after that had a good late late supper at some mama food court, which by the way was full with late nights cheekopeks shaking their legs all over. soo the irritating i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and just a few moments ago, mum entered the room with the most emergency look nak mampose face. you know why? because our dear ah meng just died a coupla hours ago and she felt rather sad about it. how lame! anywhoos, may you rest in peace, my dear friend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7Zcv4cNoYI/AAAAAAAAA40/04tV_3DmNZQ/s1600-h/Snappy_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZbbYcNoPI/AAAAAAAAA3s/0bG5UylBSIs/s1600-h/Mylia.Images015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZcvocNoWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/M6pmDQiWHxA/s1600-h/PIC_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZdKYcNobI/AAAAAAAAA5M/sSz4OkkBXHU/s1600-h/Snappy_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZZ2YcNoJI/AAAAAAAAA28/uA8sYxxdZTE/s1600-h/Mylia.Images038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-42491723635945642?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/42491723635945642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/42491723635945642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R7ZjqIcNoiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/28NNFe7bNws/s72-c/PIC_0692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-4562622239465479926</id><published>2008-02-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:07:08.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yUYvs0A_Tg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yUYvs0A_Tg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hati Tutup Entah Kerna Apa&lt;br /&gt;Agak Ku Salah Langkah,Tidak Pernah Sabar&lt;br /&gt;Cuba Hendak Mengerti Jawapan Diberi&lt;br /&gt;Filosofi Cinta Sudah Pudarkan Diri&lt;br /&gt;Tidak Akan Sekali Menyusul Kembali&lt;br /&gt;Cinta Yang Diberi Sanggup Kau Menyakiti&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa Raga Senyuman Diberi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memori Yang Indah Akan Tetap Ku Ingati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-4562622239465479926?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4562622239465479926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/4562622239465479926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/hati-tutup-entah-kerna-apa-agak-ku.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-6368354453400481016</id><published>2008-02-06T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:55:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6qAwgG9AJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/okmKLS8kiPI/s1600-h/chapter33_ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164081493474869394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6qAwgG9AJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/okmKLS8kiPI/s200/chapter33_ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sings to the audience for crying out loud*&lt;br /&gt;may you get many 'kerchings kerchings$$' this year(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im down with the last two book reviews which was meant to be done like ages ago. just so you know that im reading two of the worlds most super short stories so that i can do the world's most ultimate and coolest book review ever. thats all thanks to the most beloved teacher mr julian chang for making me fall in love with english right from the very first lesson taught. haahs. &lt;em&gt;the world's most coolest teacher indeed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was rather at my lowest these few days but with the jakun-nistas from 307, they had made almost everyday of my life much much more enjoyable. and all thanks to them, im finally getting the hang of POA. seresly. on the contuary, i even passed the test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im getting really really bored with the stuck-at-home-with-the-mother routine. bummer. teevee is even another sucker showing thee most lamest show ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6368354453400481016?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6368354453400481016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6368354453400481016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-happy-chinese-new-year-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6qAwgG9AJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/okmKLS8kiPI/s72-c/chapter33_ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-9145825289917801680</id><published>2008-02-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:00:02.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6Rh3wG8_7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/8oVI5_ZG7G4/s1600-h/miley-cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6RgVgG8_6I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/K93qMcXNgHI/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162356995386048418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6RgVgG8_6I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/K93qMcXNgHI/s400/vintage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur..i've finally finished those e-learning thang. &amp;amp; those hours spent infront of the computer really exhaust me.&lt;br /&gt;but no worries; im still okay. let see... chinese new year are round the corner and im soooo looking forward for the gathering with them cousins(!). oh &amp;amp; have i ever mention that mom did'nt really quit her job after all. well i just did. she's still with her old job only with a different shift. what difference would it make actually?&lt;br /&gt;this week was a three-day-school week which left me real happy because im getting sick and tired of going to school.. i'll always be home the first thing after school to sit on that sofa on mine and stare directly into blank space for a coupla hours. nevertheless, with more homeworks and class tests coming in, im sure that i'll change this bad habit of mine for good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realised that everyone's talking about either miley cyrus with her likeable anual income of 3.5million or about how srewed up the spears family is now.&amp;amp; i mean everyone. everyone who's anyone who's everyone. and soon enough i might just hate them both for being theee most top talked topic by everyone. and people, please stop stop talking about valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;busta rhymes.!&lt;br /&gt;lastly(regretfully), i didn't managed to back out from the &lt;em&gt;mafakar &lt;/em&gt;FA comp &lt;em&gt;because because because&lt;/em&gt;. but then again, after all those long talks with the teacher all by myself, telling her how much we didnt want to participate in this shiat, you people still have the cheek to blame me for everything; when rightfully, both of you didn't even make an inch of effort on telling her yourself. call yourselves thee best of friends when its crystal clear that you're theee worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur; once again, political problems arises within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i missed you. haaarhs!&lt;br /&gt;weirdo/:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-9145825289917801680?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/9145825289917801680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/9145825289917801680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/02/hurhurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6RgVgG8_6I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/K93qMcXNgHI/s72-c/vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-9137567906027981196</id><published>2008-01-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:27:31.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6BwVwG8_4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/i05jsVATs30/s1600-h/336946gdskwd0ddv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161248691960217474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6BwVwG8_4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/i05jsVATs30/s320/336946gdskwd0ddv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6BvxAG8_3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/KVTiG-p6FaI/s1600-h/336946gdskwd0ddv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imma stop being morose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now that god is angry with me and decided to give me this itchy nak mampose rash on my reddish like-a babboons's buttocks face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imma stop walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the friends during those irritating nak mampose political problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imma stop not being MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for those important meetings and meet ups with those important people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imma stop being an ignoramus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so that teachers wont remember me as an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lastly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imma stop talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as and when wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because im waaaay tooooo much of a pessimist. so from now onwards, im only gonna write about the blissful parts of my life. haaaah(!) how weird can that be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anywhoos this two days of elearning days is gonna be a total waste on me. to tell ya the truth, i finished all of them already. how fantastic can it be? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-9137567906027981196?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/9137567906027981196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/9137567906027981196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/imma-stop-being-morose-now-that-god-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R6BwVwG8_4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/i05jsVATs30/s72-c/336946gdskwd0ddv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3505564136151008585</id><published>2008-01-25T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:57:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R5m5rwG8_0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/DycLeCT_Fmk/s1600-h/379175xo51g57agh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159359009429192514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R5m5rwG8_0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/DycLeCT_Fmk/s320/379175xo51g57agh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now you've seen how lazy i am to switch on that darn computer, and finally blog. soon enough my blog will be rotting away like nobody's business. because nobody cares and thats a fact. no surprise that them parents are getting on my nerves, making me hate them even more each and every single day. haaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went home with shabana today and accidentally bump into the mother who was just under the block. noticing that me and sha were laughing like nobody's business, she stayed one corner to observe our tactics. being an idiot, she thot that i didnt see her and when i finally walked pass her, she gave me that "im not happy to see you walking home from school with a boy. people might start talking" fucking look. and i was like "WHAT THE(!) i walked home with shabana, who naturally is a girl laaah" and that was when i realised that i was shouting at the top of my voice. see, this is why i hate having school just a few steps away from your house. and i just rolled my eyes and walked away. see how irritating she can be. one day, she might just have to wear a super gigantic specs so that she can be a part of each and everyone's business. this wasnt the first time yaaaw. if ever i would be a regular blogger, you would see how i get easily pissed with her each and everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh whatever lah sey. im just to tired to be bothered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear, this stomach pain of mine is killing me. if only the pain was ten times stronger, i'll be glad to be seen lying on the floor knowing nobody would have cared. uhhh(!) what luck!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there comes the father, who's expectation never seemed to increasing each and every single day. isnt 12 points enough to enter any poly with any course? yet, he isnt satisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear father, please dont put your hopes on me cause you and i both know that im much much lousier than the sister. remember the part whereby you thought that i did soooo fucking badly for the final-years exams that i land myself in the math class? ahh yes yes. dont worry. eventhough i know that you wont remember, i still can. so no use comparing between me and the sister when clearly you should have known by now that she's just waaaaay better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im hating you more now that you're back to your old smoker self. so all those encouragement i used to give you was all just wasted. but no worries, since you wont change, why exactly should i? i've said it once and im not going to say it twice that no matter what, i will always hate smokers. they're just idiots knowing that they are cutting their life shorter each and every puff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhh. its only the fourth week and i already came up with sooo many problems with the parents. imagine how im gonna survive when the mother stops working? ahhhhh yes yes. have i ever mention that shes quiting her job because of the brother. well i just did(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anywhoos, st john today was one of the worst compared to others. everything was just sooooo messed up that i almost collapsed; i repeat, *almost*. and one things for sure, i soooo badly not wanna be in the comp team can? its not that im lazy or unmotivated. its just that even if i worked hard to the very extreme, somehow, i just know that we wont make it. and i dont want history to happen where everyone looks down on you just because you're a loser. and in this case, im finally giving up. im not gonna work any harder for the competition. so seniors, now that you've read this post, you should know how much i regretted joining this competition. just to add on, we just dont have that much time and knowledge to absorb everything at one go. so in other words, i can bet that we wont make it far. and thats clearly a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have i ever mention that the sec ones are soooo the kental-core please. especially neal, who gets paranoid for just getting a tap by a girl? he thinks that by doing that, both the girl and him will get pregnant. ehhhh. grow up larh(!) remind me again why puberty starts effing slow for guys?. im getting used to the new three zero seven. im not regretting tho that im not in three nine. ahahs. three seven are made of funny people, and i swear they're really funny. and we're even gonna make a class tee now. happening kapa? those rockers of three seven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;schools a-okay now that i finally am able to catch up with math. nothing up lately.oh and by the way, teachers: please, im begging you. please call me by the last 4 alphabets of my name. please call me WANI. im not sya-twentyone. since when did you start eating the alphabet z in my name hurh? and the w-a-n-i is not silent that you can just jump to my index number. you jolly well know what i want from you, idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3505564136151008585?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3505564136151008585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3505564136151008585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-youve-seen-how-lazy-i-am-to-switch.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R5m5rwG8_0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/DycLeCT_Fmk/s72-c/379175xo51g57agh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-1419984376847790963</id><published>2008-01-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:34:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;did you know that being a regular humanoid now, who is able to think and differentiate between whats right and whats wrong, i realised that i was sucha biatch during my primary school years, ahhhh yes yes, i think most of you should have figured out by now how messed up i used to be in the past. how i used to make every inch of effort to look at other people's mistakes and not mine, how i used to hate everyone who pisses me, and how i used to pretend as though i was the smartest person around: when clearly its not me? have you ever felt that way before? clearly, i believed, some of you haven't. and to think of it now, how i wished i didnt make these foolish mistakes earlier on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth, i actually had fun sitting next to the person whom i used to hate for three whole years during primary school life due to some misunderstandings just now during tuition? . and clearly it was all because of me. if only i hadn't been sooooo hot-tempered in the past, we would have been the best of friends till now. uhhhh, what a waste. i rather not write who she is now, maybe i would in the future, when the times all right. those primary school people out there reading, she's the last person whom you expect her to be. haaaah, time changes many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have i ever told you that simultaneous equations are starting to be a pain in the very bottom? well it has. it took me 45 minutes to answer one question. uhhh(!) but thanks to kally, who has realised only now that we go to the same tuition together, i managed to anwer that question. thats because its a-math la ooi! i wenta madrasah in the morning and its pure bliss. i would love going to madrasah now. nyahaaahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Even if i know that words could do far more damages than broken bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I had finally made my choice; and it purely has nothing to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-1419984376847790963?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1419984376847790963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/1419984376847790963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/did-you-know-that-being-regular.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-7539429130953844908</id><published>2008-01-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:37:30.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R4dZs0HazzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5r-JS8NXVwk/s1600-h/Walk_Away_by_Iza87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154186924987698994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R4dZs0HazzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5r-JS8NXVwk/s320/Walk_Away_by_Iza87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh hell yeah(!). thank god its friday(: it amazes me how 5 days can pass so quickly. anywhoos, im starting to hate school. firstly, the first 5 minutes of school never fails to leave me breathless. do you know why i live on the second floor in a HDB flat? thats because people like me have never enjoyed climbing stairs all the way to the fourth level each and every single day. it amazes me though that someone from the photography club can overtake me up to the classroom. am i getting fatter and lazier or is everyone getting fitter? and thats usually the longest five minutes in my life that i have to get through. secondly, POA lessons are soon getting on my nerves because i can never be awake to listen to the teacher. POA lessons are expected to be a lesson filled with numbers and calculating, but instead, the teacher tells us the history and joy of accounting. but nevertheless i would still be awake with desmond banging my table everytime i happen to close my eyes. and because of this im starting to hate the whole idea of being in the math class. hrrrrmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my days on earth are getting more and more mundane every single day. if its not doing comprehensions and composition, its the fear of being caught by the discipline teacher who have  been watching my attire all this while. i might even start cursing her very soon. damn, im getting more and more lerthagic each day; the reasons simple. its because i miss the babies and their funny nak mompose jokes which have never failed to make me pee in my skirt. okay, this part aku bedek jek. but the whole missing part is true. many ex208nians have been missing in my life. where have riswana, kim, natalie, francesca, jaslin been? oh(!) dont worry, i miss the gays too(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have i mention to you that im once again gonna be part of FA comp this year? well i am. and im regretting every moment of it. not to mention that im still traumatised by the experience i went through last year. phobia man(!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i have this funny feeling that mom reads my blog each and everyday without fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahah(!) i might just be moving if this goes on. or better yet, put my blog on private. you just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7539429130953844908?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7539429130953844908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7539429130953844908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-hell-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R4dZs0HazzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5r-JS8NXVwk/s72-c/Walk_Away_by_Iza87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-7075801472677353887</id><published>2008-01-09T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:17:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to blog only on weekends from now onwards, but since i didnt the last, i shall do just that now. you should know that i've been ubber busy lately staying back in school to finish up last year's project which is soon getting on my nerves already. just so you know that i even rushed home today so that no teachers or friends could call me up for projects, meetings or just to jalan jalan at angmokio hub. god im getting sick of that place already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;schools' been good lately except for the staying back and last minute of unuseful meetings. its only the second week and homeworks already filled the table. math and science have yet to be a pain in the arse yet; but i believe it will, just soon. i'll just end here larh since i've got nothing to write about. ahh yes yes.. both WANI and upsiide-dowwn will be dead , soon it will be rotting with the same old lame words and no pictures to liven you up. haarhs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally, i declare myself to be on hiatus mode(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7075801472677353887?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7075801472677353887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7075801472677353887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-supposed-to-blog-only-on-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-6422773883443993983</id><published>2008-01-02T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:16:54.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3tOFEHazyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DzlKOXQh--k/s1600-h/532045qiff9rormn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150796447739465506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3tOFEHazyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DzlKOXQh--k/s320/532045qiff9rormn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahhh yes yes. school's back. that's gonna be another 200 days of assignments, tests &amp;amp; also stress.ahh to think of it now, i actually missed terengganu and wouldn't mind to be stuck there for a coupla months maybe. first day's are usually about getting to know the teachers and also friends well. but heck, i do know about three quarter of threezeroseven. morning duty was fun, unexpectedly, except fo that whole confusion between me and the sec 5s. i might even tell you the whole thing later, if i still have the mood , that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have i ever mention that im still tryna get used to seeing sec 3 boys wearing long pants? thats because i believed that a majority of them are still childish.just plain ol' childish. nevertheless, there a a few who did change over the holidays. i mean physically and mentally; that is. anywhoos, i still dont know who's the form teacher but co-form, is definitely mr peng. our pe teacher, mr wilson lee on the other hand is also another teacher whom i dont adore. he scares people, especially me. my oh my, im soooo not looking forward for the sec 3 camp this coming february. thanks alot to him, that im even afraid to go there. thats just because that place is full of bloodsucking leeches ready to bite at anytime of the day. for the other teachers, ahh, letseee, maybe time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since im kind, i thought why not i tell you what happen to me in the morning. being all happy and bubbly that time, i saw this group of girls with long skirts and nerdy look. being bubbly and everything, i jumped right infronta them and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you're all sec ones right? ahh yea. please proceed to to classrooms on the second level and go to respective your classrooms.".. by the way, i said that in a mega speed tone. haahs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;few seconds later,after getting what i said, they gave me this look which i can never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;them girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ohh we're not sec ones. we're sec fives."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was like ohhhmygooood(!). huiyee on the other hand was laughing at me from one corner. okay, so i swear that was thhhe most humiliating moment ever(!) and those girls are soooo gonna remember me for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6422773883443993983?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6422773883443993983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6422773883443993983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhh-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3tOFEHazyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DzlKOXQh--k/s72-c/532045qiff9rormn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-7127958481225516719</id><published>2008-01-01T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:18:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just no matter how much fiq failed; academically i mean, it will always be me that he will look down on. it still amazes me sometimes why the father has yet to accept the fact that i wenta math class instead of science class. it was as though he didnt get the whole point that i made it to sec3. all this while he had thought that i did soooo badly for my end-years that i ended up in the math stream. and all his thoughts had all been badly influenced by the mother and the other condemners who thought that i would do waaaaay better than the sister.oh god, i feel like a loser right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've just turn down a movietreat by an old friend just to blog right now. like i promised, i would blog to you babies out there about my vacation a few days ago. so here goes(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday; 28 December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me, momo and the mother wenta expo first cause there was a metro mega sale there. we took bus instead of a car cause dad wasnt in mood to drive us all the way to expo. anyways, the moment we alight the bus, ive noticed that this cheekopek infront of us was staring at us as though he knew us or something. as you know, i hate it when people stare at me for no good reason. so, being myself, i rolled my eyes and looked away everytime his eyeballs met with mine. it was ubber irritating lah sey. that guy really a pain in the arse.i believed he was still staring at us even when we doze off for a moment or so. i tell you, if you're taking a bus numbered 24, and someones staring at you 24/7, then thats him larh. and now i regretted not taking a picture of him so that i can post it. haaaaah. the moment he got down from the bus, instantaneously another cheekopek alighted. this time, i tell you, this one's a a major physcho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he shouted at the bus driver with his vulgarious language and even blocked the way so that a lady cannot walk pass. haah. so the endline here is that try your very best not to take a bus numberd 24 cause there are far tooo many crazy phycho's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough about that. after that we shopped about an hour or two. and bought truckloads of stuff which i have forgotten. haaaahs. and headed back to angmokio in mrt this time.after a few minutes of rest, we cabbed all the way to eunos mrt station and took the coach from there. nothing much really. the bus ride was a bumpy one. so, who coulda sleep in that kind of condition harhs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday; 29 December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached terengganu in the morning and wenta this mosque which floats on a pond. i would have appreciated it really if the stupid lady hadn't scold me for no good reason. then we shopped all the way till about 5pm or so and wenta to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nhb0HazwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0LoZRcPGMuE/s1600-h/teriFAKia!003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150395516837351170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nhb0HazwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0LoZRcPGMuE/s320/teriFAKia!003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nhb0HazxI/AAAAAAAAAzI/7CFtEqjZ-QQ/s1600-h/teriFAKia!004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150395516837351186" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbs0HazNI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7-cFzP-N79k/s320/Snappy.011+(2).psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150389220415294738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtUHazRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/glnRxpf8koY/s320/goFUGyourself038+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtEHazOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dGBCylTBFG0/s1600-h/Snappy.014+(2).psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150389216120327394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtEHazOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dGBCylTBFG0/s320/Snappy.014+(2).psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtEHazPI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PkcJi2n5iIA/s1600-h/Snappy.002+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150389216120327410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtEHazPI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PkcJi2n5iIA/s320/Snappy.002+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtUHazQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jcNNVyTuDsk/s1600-h/Snappy.000+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150389220415294722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nbtUHazQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jcNNVyTuDsk/s320/Snappy.000+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday; 30 December 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wenta this beach early in the morning followed by a trip to the berjaya megamall which was filled by the most selekeh people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday; 31 December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to singapore. viva la voom(!) .. the pictures are not in an orderly manner larh. you go figure larh kan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-7127958481225516719?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7127958481225516719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/7127958481225516719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nhb0HazwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0LoZRcPGMuE/s72-c/teriFAKia!003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-6989343614096704899</id><published>2007-12-31T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:24:47.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nIU0HazHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ful2o6Hud2E/s1600-h/goFUGyourself005+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150367908787571826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="363" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nIU0HazHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ful2o6Hud2E/s400/goFUGyourself005+(3).jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i would rather blog about my vacation, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sadly im too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would rather do the countdown with many many people, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sadly im too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would rather reminisce this 2007, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sadly im too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would rather beep people with those funny endyear smses, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sadly im too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would rather snack on something right now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sadly im too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would rather watch teevee right now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sadly im too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should have known by now that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im very very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. yes yes. im finally back from the family vacation at terengganu malaysia. but sadly im dead tired right now. to the 23 people whom i promised earlier on to countdown together, please forgive me cause i've travelled more than 300km in the bus without sleep. all thanks to the father's annoying nak mampose acts to keep both me and momo awake. i promise you that my blog will be as alive as ever just as soon as i get a good ten hours of sleep. alright. much loves to all of you out there. happy countdowning without me. goodbye 2007 and hello 2008. goodbye 2007; which was filled with unforgettable moments with all you badots out there. whether you're funny or not, i'll still remember you as a friend. whether good or bad, i'll still remember you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3j3LkHazDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/JtjNYbJk39c/s1600-h/goFUGyourself041+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6989343614096704899?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6989343614096704899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6989343614096704899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-would-rather-blog-about-my-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3nIU0HazHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ful2o6Hud2E/s72-c/goFUGyourself005+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3097438059712550107</id><published>2007-12-27T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:05:30.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3OaEEHay7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/gCDqc2CoDQI/s1600-h/625119u321bw0946.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148628193629621170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3OaEEHay7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/gCDqc2CoDQI/s400/625119u321bw0946.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; firstly, im gonna write in extra large so that all of you out there can see my post without copying and pasting to word. waste of time right?, obviously i didnt kno that until genn told me larhs. ohhs havent i mention to you that i chopped my hair again? well i did. this time its really chopped. sumpah aku tak bedek(!) im not gonna elaborate more cause i wanna see how your "ohmygod! she has the most fugliest haircut in school , what on earth happened to that girl?" face. so right now, with this pendek nak mampose hair, i shall wait till 14february so that it would grow longer. chehcheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haah. today was thee most favourable day ever with genevieve? i wenta her crib today to have a good ol' quality time with dearest. it was fun i tell you. firstly, after my sjab thing followed by that stupid haircut, i met her at angmokio hub fo a quick brunch at mac because i was superbly hungry, but yet she wasnt. we wenta ntuc later on to buy a cucumber. yes only one cucumber. read on, i'll tell you soon. so we bus-ed to her place as soon as i got my strawberry milkshake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she then offered me theee most delicious durian log cake/ice cream which was bought from swensens by her parents. &amp;amp;poof. i fell in love with it almost in one nano second(: then we played a hell loadtsa games. stress, payday &amp;amp;many many larh kan. so then we cut the cucumber into slices which i have yet to kno what it was for.placed it into the freezer while we played badminton downstairs for like half an hour or so. i felt verrry lerthagic then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3OaEUHay8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1Tn7n5jjrKw/s1600-h/625589wz2gqkguc0.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148628197924588482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3OaEUHay8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1Tn7n5jjrKw/s400/625589wz2gqkguc0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so after that, she told me to put the ice-cold cucumbers on my face. &amp;amp;i was like for what? i almost swalloed one. nyahaahs. then she explained to me and everything and i learnt that other than for eating purposes, cucumbers can be put on your face. for facial purposes you see. i felt like an idiot then cause i thot the cucumbers we meant fo eating larh. bodoh jugak larh kan katekan. i tell you im sooo gonna go to her crib every week to have our so called facial done. its sooo fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im doing all these not for you but for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you have nothing to do with the decisions i'd made earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3097438059712550107?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3097438059712550107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3097438059712550107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2007/12/firstly-im-gonna-write-in-extra-large.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3OaEEHay7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/gCDqc2CoDQI/s72-c/625119u321bw0946.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-6243176309645700743</id><published>2007-12-26T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:17:51.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.Do the following without complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.Start your post with; I have been tagged!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been tagged!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Colour: purple, blue, green &amp;amp;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Food: those light finger food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Movie:the omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Sport:running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Day:Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Season:Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favourite Ice-Cream: Chocolate &amp;amp;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CURRENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Mood: alright larh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Clothes: shorts with tshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Desktop: vista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Time: 13o4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Surroundings: bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Annoyances: the song wannabe by spicegirls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First BestFriend: yuanying; currently in deyisec toos(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Crush: i dont crush(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Movie: monster-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Lie: lied about taking a friends notebook; i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Music: prolly britney spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Drink: ice mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Crush: prolly Kyle Patrick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last PhoneCall: samantha tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last CD played: Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever dated one of your good friends: yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever broken the law: almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been arrested: nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever been on TV: yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random 5 things which you are good at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being a pain in th arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joking &amp;amp;laming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;practically those basic stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 things you have done today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bathed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog-hopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talked on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 things you can hear right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carrie underwood: ever ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;idk; im not much of a listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-6243176309645700743?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6243176309645700743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/6243176309645700743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6836148939846020040.post-8622237989702512434</id><published>2007-12-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:28:35.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3ES9UHay6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MftOEkjoiQU/s1600-h/sjabgrd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147916693642333090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3ES9UHay6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MftOEkjoiQU/s400/sjabgrd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have i ever mention that i missed ncoc 2oo7 theee most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i do. thats because they're the funniest creatures alive and you would be fools not to have been friends with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ncoc 2oo7 was indeed a magnificent one(:&lt;br /&gt;every single moment with them was never regretted(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3ESxEHay5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/0uJAOudo0zc/s1600-h/1_306542153l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-8622237989702512434?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8622237989702512434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/8622237989702512434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-i-ever-mention-that-i-missed-ncoc.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oJEqxOH3zsQ/R3ES9UHay6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MftOEkjoiQU/s72-c/sjabgrd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836148939846020040.post-3813601872847211159</id><published>2007-12-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:10:37.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s275.photobucket.com/albums/jj286/_xoxMeggyxox_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christmas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="christmas" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj286/_xoxMeggyxox_/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;happy christmas you guys. i kno there had been like tons of smses unanswered by me. thats because my prepaid level had gone way down to the rock bottom. i wish you guys a merry christmas and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tsk. something went into my eye and tears have not stopped since. ader maknenye ke? school is starting in a coupla days time and i have yet to have another decent haircut done. stationaries have yet to be bought too. sad to say im still in my holiday mood babies. the next time you see me, i'll be twice as fat as before. nevertheless, with all those busy schedules and everything, you shall see me slim-ed down in no time(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;today was a usual family outing with them parents. first was to yishun to collect momma's phone and to buy those schoolshoes. then it was then to paya lebar to purchase new shoe rack and also a teevee table too. dinner was then at arnold's fried chicken house at geylang serai. have i ever mention that the chicken there was super duper oily? nevertheless, with the help of ice mocha and also ice kachang, i was pretty satisfied(: after that was to amk hub's ntuc to purchase those luggages for the last minute holiday this friday at malaysia. i kno you people would find my family kinda weird to buy luggages at ntuc right? anyways thats because the father got too exhausted to drive us all the way to harbourfront centre to purchase a good one. haaaah. thats my christmas this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry sweeties. my 8 digits were not meant to be shared(: you should have known that by now luhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836148939846020040-3813601872847211159?l=vengeancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3813601872847211159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836148939846020040/posts/default/3813601872847211159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vengeancee.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Waniie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04913340445518704750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
