<?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-3265461526093433675</id><updated>2011-09-30T20:47:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT KID.</title><subtitle type='html'>so why are we here again?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3041528078574881395</id><published>2011-02-20T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:05:39.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YEW LUM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;SHAKILA MARTIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We turned 18 on the 16th..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel any different though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything has been going alright. I've never had so much of homework thrown at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is worse than school, the only good thing is..well.. is that.. mm, you can wear your own clothes and &lt;b&gt;grow your NAILS&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;and paint them&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much to everyone who wished me, sang for me, hugged me, for all of the love and presents! I feel special inside :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a party on Saturday at Souled Out just to meet everyone. God, it was good to see everyone again. Well, most of us, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I started to read again :) Finished Alice in Wonderland and now I'm onward to the second book! Thanks Mirza again for the book, I really wanted it so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I update about college?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Patience is a Virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-3041528078574881395?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3041528078574881395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3041528078574881395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-18th.html' title='Happy 18th! :)'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-10618189889816917</id><published>2011-01-22T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:02:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP College</title><content type='html'>I'm officially an&lt;b&gt; A-Level student in HELP College&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, the first day was a little scary cause' the schedule was a little off for me and I came late for Physics class. I wasn't really used to it as &lt;b&gt;I knew NO ONE in Group P&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I made friends and really great ones too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After roughly 18 days of college the class was finally warming up to each other cause most of us had friends already and stuck to a group. Hopefully by next Wednesday we can all have lunch together during the break as a class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely.. something different. A whole new chapter in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can't play a fool in my studies no more. Last year I kept partying eventhough it was SPM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently I can't do the same for A-Levels if not it's "GAME OVER" for me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it goes lah. Right now I'm just revising work in my head after classes and before I sleep so it sticks. Finishing homework like there's no tomorrow and getting late night's rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't complain about the timetable. It's pretty laid back since our breaks are super long and some days I only need to come for 2 hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My classmates are really unique people and I definitely wanna get to know them all really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting group and this week was an interesting one as well. Most of us had the same thought that we need to bond and mingle with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In college, you can't be shy anymore. You just gotta approach people and say HI! That's what I'm doing cause they won't do it if you don't start at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and it's so weird finishing college and have nothing to go to - like tuition. The lecturers are amazing. Especially our Physics teacher. SUPER FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it has been difficult cause for 2 weeks I couldn't be myself. You know... like for instance how I always break out in random song, dance, laughter and sounds. If I did that now, they'd probably give me weird looks and that's the end of my college social life. HAHAHA... *serious face*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, I don't wanna lose contact with my High School friends. They're my 2nd family. But right now I don't think we'll end up being as close. I know, I have a feeling, it's gonna be like that for me. Planning something now at this time is really hard cause 3/4 of us are busy with their college stuff (discussion, classes, activites, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;college friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is. AT LEAST I'M TRYING and putting in effort. At times it pisses me off when I do my part and I don't get a response! (which involves planning an outing or chatting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's gonna head in that direction then I might also give up trying... you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can see myself getting used to the changes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3265461526093433675-10618189889816917?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/10618189889816917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/10618189889816917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-college.html' title='HELP College'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7926974582346600525</id><published>2011-01-02T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:33:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh look what I found! An old comic I made when I was playing Maple Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah Cherish and I were Maplefreaks :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/TSBveVig_JI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1kPu6qiwZvs/s1600/comic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/TSBveVig_JI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1kPu6qiwZvs/s200/comic.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557564507143863442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for a larger view (Well, DUH, obviously.)&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/3265461526093433675-7926974582346600525?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7926974582346600525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7926974582346600525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2011/01/comic.html' title='Comic!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/TSBveVig_JI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1kPu6qiwZvs/s72-c/comic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6291429679844165798</id><published>2011-01-01T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:03:09.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Celebrated it with friends this year at Trisshala's penthouse :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Did so many amazing things LAST year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;College starts on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah, 2011, is definitely the start of a new chapter in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well I've got nothing much to say about the New Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I know its so exciting writing a new date and n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ow the auspicious date this year is 11/11/11 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Glad I made time to spend it with everyone! Love you long time you guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyways, just wanted to also say, sorry for any doubts I brought up, sarcasm that may have hurt you or any other little actions on that line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In my 5 years in high school, it was a good one. Ups and downs, and all that. I don't care. Everything was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Would I relive those moments if I could again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-6291429679844165798?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6291429679844165798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6291429679844165798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2879193669382615813</id><published>2010-12-12T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:22:00.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAI SPM IS OVER.</title><content type='html'>Yeah I finished SPM! :D Whoopdeedoo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was okay, surprisingly it finished really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna miss everyone else. Sigh all the fond memories and stupid shit we did :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from a party. Keith was high on something. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk lah, I cannot take it. Stupid! Everything is ending already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather go back to school and resit SPM just to relive those moments :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna miss Leyla alot. She's going to UK to study :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a happy post. FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's finally a reality now. The day I dreaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye everyone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2879193669382615813?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2879193669382615813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2879193669382615813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/12/hai-spm-is-over.html' title='HAI SPM IS OVER.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5922576149437535280</id><published>2010-11-22T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:54:58.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM IS TOMORROW HOLYMAMA</title><content type='html'>It's tomorrow&lt;div&gt;the biggest examination I have to sit for in my life so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 40;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel THAT stressed. It's just that I feel a little paranoid that I may forget what I've learnt. Especially Paper 3 of the Science Subjects.&lt;div&gt;This exam doesn't define me in my studies because I think it's a little unfair how they're judging all of our work in 3 weeks. What I hate about Chemistry right now are the memorising bits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that goes to all of the experiments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that. I think it's all good. Screw BM and Sejarah and Moral. I don't care what I get for those (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5922576149437535280?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5922576149437535280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5922576149437535280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/spm-is-tomorrow-holymama.html' title='SPM IS TOMORROW HOLYMAMA'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-322857516654834787</id><published>2010-11-10T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:07:40.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday (PT 2)</title><content type='html'>Shit I don't know why I didn't post this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;This happened on Valentines' Day in school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I received a beautiful bouquet of 17 beautiful roses on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;As well as one more from Adam with the middle finger drawn on the card LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thank you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It really made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3265461526093433675-322857516654834787?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/322857516654834787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/322857516654834787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-birthday-pt-2.html' title='My Birthday (PT 2)'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8434715514864539570</id><published>2010-11-07T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:50:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On second thought,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 60;"&gt;I DON'T WANNA GROW UP NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?! I never really grew up and I don't ever want to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go our separate ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8434715514864539570?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8434715514864539570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8434715514864539570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-second-thought.html' title='On second thought,'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4615653774772788481</id><published>2010-10-22T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:26:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Will you look me in the eye eventhough I don't have a pretty face?&lt;div&gt;Will you hold my hand eventhough it's rough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I glow to you when I have poor complexion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you hold me tight eventhough this body isn't perfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you kiss these frail lips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you love my laugh as much I hate mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you still call me beautiful with these flaws?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3265461526093433675-4615653774772788481?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4615653774772788481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4615653774772788481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/will-you.html' title='Will You?'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2509091075546807779</id><published>2010-10-17T13:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:16:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being THAT 90s Kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GUESS VHAT?! TRIALS ARE OVER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T'was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for BM, Add Maths, History,&lt;s&gt;Physics Chemistry, Biology, Accounts, Moral, English, Maths.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So-so. After the exam, I've realised I've got alot to brush up on.&lt;div&gt;I don't even know what's in my History books except for the obvious - words, pictures, past events in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm an SPM Candidate. 11 years of knowledge judged in 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of trials, I've got my graduation too :) It's on the 28th of October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if my dad can make it though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm getting excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New dress, shoes and a hair cut! I look like Tarzan now minus the dreadlocks. It's almost gonna reach my ass and my bangs completely cover my face if I don't pin it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention how sucky my grad picture is? You know the one they're gonna put on the screen and showcase it to everyone while I take my scroll? The pimples on my skin are visible and I looked like as though someone dropped an anvil on my head. My eyes were creepy. &lt;i&gt;So creepy&lt;/i&gt;. Like those anime characters. Those 2 white circles in your pupil? Yeah, it's cute on them but &lt;b&gt;definitely&lt;/b&gt; not on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was looking at the picture, I kinda looked like my mum when I smile. Well that's nice. I'm tired of looking like my aunty and my dad when I frown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I think about it. I feel kinda upset. I'm gonna leave to college and we're gonna be seperated. MY FRIENDS :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known some of them since I was 7 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a good one for sure. Yeah, we have had our ups and downs but you guys are just like family to me. Shucks, I can't imagine making new friends again and sharing my experiences with anyone else but you. Nostalgia's creeping into me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those memories, bitter-sweet yet utterly blissful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never regretted anything&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;During my high school life, I actually grew up&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up with these guys was the best. Yeah, we all grew up well together. Do we really have to part now? Whatever I've gone through these past 5 years, moulded me to the person I am today. And I've gotta say, I'm pretty happy with myself. It's those experiences that count the most. I'm glad I did it with you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like being a kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From cheap pleasures of drawing on tissue paper and walls. To waiting to get outside and play in the playground and meeting up with the playground kids. To getting bitten by fire ants and running home in pain. To playing make believe and tag. To Climbing door frames and roofs of slides. To saying 'ayo ta ta yo balik rumah makan sayur' whenever your friend makes a mistake. To watching Looney Toons every Sunday Morning. To making fruit salads in kindergarten. To start the morning prayers when I was younger. To sleepovers when we had 2 months of holidays. To Play Stations when graphics were simple and when WWE was WWF. To burying relatives in sand and accidently drinking alcohol in coke cans and thinking I was drunk. To running around and recording pointless sounds and insults on a tape. To having showers with the cousins and initiating water fights with the hose outside our house. To playing digimon and trading pokemon cards. To always kick ass in Crash Team Racing/Chocobo Racing with my parents/cousins and finishing Crash Bandicoot 2 and 3 (1 was too hard haha). To being bullied by my cousin brothers and a girl 2 years my junior when I was 11. To always be the Blossom when we played Power Puff Girls. To watching old school shows on TV. To thinking lame ass monsters my cousins made were real (Count Puchila).To locking myself up with my dog Samson in the cage. To ghost stories by Nimmi Akka and hanging out with Appumama and Yogimami. To the laughter and thrills as well as these new experiences I gained. &lt;b&gt;To just being a kid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just what I can think of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd do anything to relive that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2509091075546807779?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2509091075546807779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2509091075546807779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-that-90s-kid.html' title='Being THAT 90s Kid.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5224022453321131207</id><published>2010-09-26T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:10:51.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100;"&gt;HAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's one is going to be a happy one.&lt;div&gt;First I'm gonna just put up a lovely picture I conveniently saved from Izwan's tumblr :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l93uf4dYLo1qbemqao1_400.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 550px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, my favourite was Jasmine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention I wasn't on msn for almost &lt;b&gt;3 WEEKS?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I just decided to try my luck without even thinking it's going to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, THE GREEN LIGHT FLICKED.  I successfully signed in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Jebus, you da bomb. The best part was it happened yesterday and tomorrow are trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss the cousins. Alot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2011, here I come. Those dreams are actually coming true eh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5224022453321131207?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5224022453321131207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5224022453321131207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/princesses.html' title='Princesses'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7585867377057185248</id><published>2010-09-18T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:49:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Selfish Bastards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watch Nat Geo Wild. It's on channel 550 on Astro.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching a documentary on &lt;b&gt;Tiger Trade.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people risked their lives getting information on this trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how did Chinese government respond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simply - no comment. They said it was too late to do anything.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too late? Lies. They've known this problem for a very long time but they just don't give a shit. Yeah, if those bums were skinned themselves, they would know how the Tigers feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they skin animals, they sometimes do it while the animal is still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly I was thinking in my head, is this some sort of joke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're so selfish, not only the Chinese government but those who buy/sell Tiger products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah and these products from India. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they not have morals? Any sympathy? Or &lt;b&gt;conscience&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They banned these trades in China but people are  trading as though they were above the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The team from the EIA were so shocked and so they asked who were the ones purchasing these tiger products. Guess who? &lt;b&gt;It was the Chinese Army themselves&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sickening.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This not only goes to Tigers but to Sharks and Bears too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop this vicious cycle. Stop buying the products. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7585867377057185248?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7585867377057185248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7585867377057185248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-selfish-bastards.html' title='You Selfish Bastards.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-140959545166068003</id><published>2010-09-09T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:14:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Stereotype</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was watching KevJumba, funny videos but &lt;div&gt;why do most of the Westerners  including the Chinese American people think Chinese are the only Asians?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when I see these videos mocking Asians it's always come to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slanty eyes, yellow skin and rice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY GUYS. HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF &lt;b&gt;INDIANS&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're ASIANS too&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heck, this inculdes any race in the Asian continent&lt;/b&gt; :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, we don't have slanty eyes or yellow skin. But we do love our rice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, I think rice applies to ALL Asian countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have Chinese friends and I don't see their parents going crazy about report card marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this comment on one of his videos :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Here's the REAL asian grade scale!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;A+ =Acceptable, "Good job, I shall not kill you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;A =Average, "Why not you do better?!" *Glares*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;B =Bad, "B?! YOU FAIL!" *And a few spanks.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;C =Crap, "C?! YOU A DISGRACE!!!" *A lot﻿ more spanks and might envolve a bamboo stick*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;D =Death, "You! I will kill you! DISGRACED!!! FAILURE!" *Many spanks, and might have a chance to boarding school*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;F =Fu**,nothing much, you will die that very moment and your parents hide your body and lie that you got hit by a bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? If that were true, I know most of my friends would be filing a lawsuit against their parents for child abuse. &lt;div&gt;Honestly, we 'ASIANS' are not really forced by our parents to do well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just have normal reasons to do well like any other person out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Competitiveness, to work towards our goals, or cause' we're getting nagged. But that's just it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, it's really weird viewing these videos/comments exaggerating the norm of an Asian society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT US ASIANS THEN STFU AND STOP STEREOTYPING cause' its GETTING OLD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-140959545166068003?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/140959545166068003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/140959545166068003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/09/asian-stereotype.html' title='Asian Stereotype'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4513603185065184255</id><published>2010-07-17T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:35:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat, tears and glitter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/TEEjFRa-WlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/R7DCiiYNhVc/s1600/35709_1350018553496_1322334151_30855038_5888636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/TEEjFRa-WlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/R7DCiiYNhVc/s200/35709_1350018553496_1322334151_30855038_5888636_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494711593851574866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many things had happened lately. Mr Raj party, dance practices, extra tuition classes more tests. Parties, birthdays, random get-togethers and what not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY OLD FART KAVEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was incharge of deco for the party and glittered the damn banner, decorated the tables etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Raj party was sorta like a success. The rehersals was where I couldn't get my act together. I had alot of pressure to get the deco together and when we were suppose to dance on stage before the big event, I just blanked out cause' everyone was staring at us. I just ran down the stage and started to &lt;i&gt;hyperventilate&lt;/i&gt;. I  freaked out cause I was scared I couldn't get my dance moves together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore a black dress with colour flowers printed on it. Naw, its not gordy. Infact I found it quite like a bubbly fairy like dress but it made my ass look huge. Shit :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played &lt;b&gt;Lady Brahma&lt;/b&gt; (yeah, the lines are still my head) in Nabilah's play. The script was amazing.&lt;b&gt; Everything rhymed&lt;/b&gt; and she did it all in one day. Yes people, she's THAT awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dance went better than expected. Haha, we all screwed up but the audience didn't notice, thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, &lt;b&gt;OPEN DANCE FLOOR&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys actually danced! We didn't end with a bang but the dancefloor did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone was high..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ON ENDORPHINES! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was worth the effort... I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hosted a potluck too during the first week of June holidays. Didn't get to enjoy it cause' I had to make sure everyone else was alright. Then Yew Lum had his potluck too. A really nice house if I say so myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studied for stupid exams. Did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screwed up my accounts paper in tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Beautiful words of encouragement&lt;/i&gt;" was thrown at me by my accounts teacher :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost my mood after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY, gonna go off to watch &lt;b&gt;ECLIPSE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello wolf abs, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4513603185065184255?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4513603185065184255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4513603185065184255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweat-tears-and-glitter.html' title='Sweat, tears and glitter!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/TEEjFRa-WlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/R7DCiiYNhVc/s72-c/35709_1350018553496_1322334151_30855038_5888636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5511973517905113382</id><published>2010-06-15T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:49:22.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you lost your way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you realize&lt;br /&gt;No you don't realize&lt;br /&gt;What you say yes to&lt;br /&gt;What you say yes to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, I've been losing myself frequently for these couple of weeks.&lt;div&gt;Finally, I was hit right smack in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Truth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I needed to know and hear but didn't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been giving excuses.. haven't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all are excuses but also a fact as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thanks guys, &lt;i&gt;you know who you are&lt;/i&gt;, for being my backbone when I lost mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And thank you, yeah, you also know who you are. For smacking it right in my face. Sorry you had to see the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;suckiest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; side of me, the insecurities I have.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Thanks for pulling me out of the dark. For once, it feels like I can breathe again. I always knew the truth in me but I never wanted to admit it. Constantly giving excuses to just  ignore the facts. What was I thinking? Sorry, I wanted you to help me get the truth out of me. So I pushed you until you could say it to my face. Cause' you were the only person that could. So I can accept that &lt;b&gt;reality&lt;/b&gt;. Don't feel bad or sorry. I needed it. SERIOUSLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; finally, all these years, the cloudy skies are gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am who I am and you can't stop me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I embraced myself again without worrying about what others say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shakila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been awhile..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Indeed I blessed with truly great friends :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5511973517905113382?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5511973517905113382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5511973517905113382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-lost-your-way.html' title='When you lost your way..'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-750104835015683540</id><published>2010-04-18T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:31:10.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/S8p8re6dKOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3ansJFQz8yo/s1600/whatsitliketobeashakila.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/S8p8re6dKOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3ansJFQz8yo/s200/whatsitliketobeashakila.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461314584614611170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Click to enlarge (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-750104835015683540?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/750104835015683540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/750104835015683540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/04/urban-dictionary.html' title='Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/S8p8re6dKOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3ansJFQz8yo/s72-c/whatsitliketobeashakila.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7361451010398640859</id><published>2010-04-04T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:56:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snobby Mc Snob Wob.</title><content type='html'>I was watching &lt;b&gt;Dallas Divas and Daughters&lt;/b&gt; on the E Channel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady called &lt;b&gt;Pamela&lt;/b&gt; constantly pokes fire with another lady (Jackie's mum) and says she's not up to their standards. Just because you're filthy rich doesn't mean you're all that you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really ridiculous how they think so highly of themselves just because their loaded. Their personalities are equivalent to turd and if, &lt;s&gt;god willing &lt;/s&gt;, they lose all of their money, they would ultimately have no backbone cause' all they are left with is their shitty attitude and heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They honestly disgust me and I definitely don't want to be anything like them. I'm really grateful I didn't grow up in their environment. Those people are so dreadful. I think if those girls came here, they would have been murdered by me, PERSONALLY (&lt;i&gt;how VIP can they get? ;D&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People like them piss me off the most. Don't be too indulgent in yourself. Its so sickening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't have any class in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;being bitches like them ain't going to get you anywhere and money isn't everything :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been wanting to get this &lt;b&gt;Pikachu Kirugumi&lt;/b&gt;. But its so expensive. &lt;b&gt;RM240&lt;/b&gt; dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been feeling really unhealthy lately so I've decided to go for jogs with Leyla on the weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH  BTWS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7361451010398640859?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7361451010398640859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7361451010398640859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/04/snobby-mc-snob-wob.html' title='Snobby Mc Snob Wob.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2271582075462162582</id><published>2010-03-26T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:32:19.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Okay seriously what the fuck happened to cartoons nowadays?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they for kids anymore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happened to Looney Toons, Popeye, Disney,Johnny Bravo,Cow and Chicken?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a short clip of some random creepy scenes from The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. (Oh stupid title too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vuyUySJljvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vuyUySJljvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and they said BARNEY WAS SCARY? I beg to differ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2271582075462162582?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2271582075462162582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2271582075462162582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7040731255525301795</id><published>2010-03-14T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:24:34.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St John's Camp!</title><content type='html'>It was on Friday - Saturday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Super fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We BBQ-ed stuff in the middle of the night while playing games and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I buttered the food so much that most of them got burnt. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas Lim, was a professional at fanning and the others (including me) were seriously &lt;b&gt;jakun&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WOAH LOOK AT THE AMBER FLYING OUT FROM THE CHARCOAL" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*stares* *takes pictures* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WEEIIII" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yew Lum couldnt even fan for nuts, so much for your muscles! but he did a good job grilling them. We made so much of noise at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we brought out the mother load and ate delicious smores. All I remember I was in the eye of gluttony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The marshmallows were oozing out between sugar coated busicuits and chocolate dripping all over the floor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resulting, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;SUGAR RUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;*eye twitches*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ye, then an army of ants attacked the food D: Farah freaked out and Leyla got goosebumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farah freaked out again, on the way to the shower, a bat flew right passed her and she let out a loud scream. Had a midnight shower and off to bed. Was too damn sleepy to even bother. The floor was hard and dusty.  All I could remember was I woke up several times in the middle of the night cause I wasn't in my sleeping bag anymore. So annoying. It was too short for me so my legs kept sticking out for the sleeping bag. Leyla kept putting her leg on me that night too and slapped my butt that morning to wake me up -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of course, we DID learn bandaging, CPR and Transportation from &lt;b&gt;Sutan&lt;/b&gt;. He's the captain what ;D We were put in situations and had to explain how to save the victim. I was in Group 1 and apparently the leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our situation: Attacked by monkeys as we were climbing a mountain..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?!?! LOL!! I know right?! I played the victim (the one who fainted) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we called ourselves Supersaints (Me, Farah, Kelvin, Leyla and Manisha) and made up a lame (but funny) motto, vision and cheer. Not one got the joke in it when we presented it. Only Mirza and Yew Lum laughed in the crowd. Our gang what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;i&gt;YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOUR D: *runs away crying*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played so many games it was really fun. Baby I love you (&lt;b&gt;EPIC FAIL&lt;/b&gt; in that game, they always picked me and I ended up smiling like a nut or doing a stupid face) , the Indian Game (forgot the name), Public Canning etc. Goodness, &lt;b&gt;the juniors were so adorable :3&lt;/b&gt; Especially Wen Zhau's brother. WEN JI (is that how you spell it?) :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats roughly what happened. Too lazy to explain in detail yet again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and here's a random conversation of Yew Lum, Leyla Mirza and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leyla : Hey what's that actor's name in Transformers, the main dude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirza : Megatron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leyla and Me : NONONONO the other one laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirza : Shia La Buff? *with a hillbilly slang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs so hard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shakila : You sound like a Hillbilly la Mirza when you say Shia LaBeouf.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirza : So mean la you guys, saying I'm a Hilly Billy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shakila and Leyla : LOLOLOL HILLY BILLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-in the canteen-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Recalls about the previous scenario and talks about it, laughs about Mirza's Hill Billy slang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*imitates Mirza saying Shia's name*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs summore*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yew Lum : Who's Hill Billy?&lt;br /&gt;*laughs so hard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yew Lum :  No, really!&lt;br /&gt;*died from laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*explains*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yew Lum : I thought it was a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Warning &lt;/span&gt;: Mirza and Yew Lum. Hazardous to health. Will cause extreme stomach aches dude to excessive laughter.&lt;/b&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/3265461526093433675-7040731255525301795?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7040731255525301795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7040731255525301795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-johns-camp.html' title='St John&apos;s Camp!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6265670246300600554</id><published>2010-03-07T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:59:39.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Birthday PARTY.</title><content type='html'>Its been &lt;b&gt;5 years&lt;/b&gt; since I've thrown my &lt;b&gt;OWN party&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Yup, since its my last year to experience the school life and I know we're all gonna go our separate ways, I thought it would be a great idea to celebrate my birthday in my house for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was catering and everyone was supposed to sit outside but it rained so all 40 people were cooped up in my tiny,tiny, TINY house. Seriously, its nice that everyone close by chit chatting and stuff. I really enjoyed the atmosphere BUT everyone was so stuffed, the heat collected in the room increased the temperature. Plus it was raining, it became humid so everyone was basically hot and sweaty. &lt;i&gt;I DID ON THE AIR CONDITIONING&lt;/i&gt; in the living room BUT the grilled gate was open so I didn't have much effect. So most of them took turns to enter my bedroom -.- Where the air conditioned air didn't escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's my first party in 5 years, I'm gonna describe everything&lt;b&gt; IN DETAIL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leyla was the first. Talked and talked in the room. Eventhough she's the star of our school, she's has slow reactions/reflexes. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was about to hit her and pulled my hand away before I did. How did she react to it? A 2 second pause and then she gasped and make some weird hand movement with some weird noses coming out from her. WTF LOL so disturbing, don't know why I even invited her ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, one by one started to come. Eventually everyone was in the house and as I said earlier it was packed! Getting everyone to eat the damn food was tiring cause' all had reasons like 'OH I've got no appetite' 'Not hungry la' 'Later laaaa' &lt;b&gt;OMG YOU PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Next time I'm charging each and every one of you for food.&lt;/i&gt; So much wasted but &lt;b&gt;my mum's mutton curry was almost finished :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah everyone was talking and stuff. They were playing with my Ipod so the playlist which i made perfectly for the party was, well basically ruined. Thanks alot, I strained my eyes listing out songs for no reason, haha. So ye, thanks for the presents everyone :D And no thanks for those who spilt stuff everywhere! Ya, you know who you are.  D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows what people were doing in my room every time I want to enter, its locked. &lt;i&gt;Kacau only. &lt;/i&gt;One time I see them lying on my bed gossiping, looking at the mirror, adjusting clothes, touching my stuff, oh and Leyla painting Yew Lum's nails with my nail polish, oh and Kala too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -__- AND I &lt;b&gt;CAN'T&lt;/b&gt; GET THOSE COLOURS ANYMORE FROM &lt;b&gt;ELIANTO!&lt;/b&gt; heck! I didn't even get to use some of them yet and they nicely helped themselves to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically everyone was relaxing, after &lt;b&gt;Sports Day&lt;/b&gt;, not to mention &lt;b&gt;Bendahara lost for Kawad&lt;/b&gt;. BUT we came in 3rd place for the overall performance... &lt;i&gt;better than last&lt;/i&gt;.. I was really upset though I remember while I was marching I got so excited and a little too much into the Bendahara fever I almost screwed up the march pass haha! :P BUT I DIDN'T, &lt;i&gt;I kept my cool B)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laksamana was pretty creative with theirs, they borrowed my drumsticks and used them to play drums which they used pails and other household items. Smart! Definitely thinking it was Jem's idea. She's super creative! OMG Syahbandar's outfit was awesome. Baseball players. And mine was .. LOL.. haiyoh it was all last minute, &lt;b&gt;we slacked off big time&lt;/b&gt;. Wow, its my last Sports Day event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHIT I STARTED TO SIDETRACK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake cutting started at 10pm and I got almost everyone cake on their faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some were even running away D: haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I bought 2 cakes and nothing went to waste, thank god! I don't think it should even be called a cake cause' the only traces of cake I found was at the bottom layer which only had a height of 5mm LOL The rest was cream and berries inside. Anyways, thanks Asmeeta for holding up the cake for me. I couldn't find a table HIGH ENOUGH. HAH! First time hearing that from me. Thanks Neetasha and Purnima for cutting the cake up and everyone else you helped serve it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was dancing and I seriously can't believed I danced like that infront of everyone .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shit. So. Embarrassing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I did impress people ;D &lt;b&gt;WHAT? THOUGHT THIS SHORTY COULDN'T DANCE AH?&lt;/b&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I called out people to dance, the people from my room came out in a congo line and went out the house. LOL!? But they came back. Made inside jokes with Mayuran about that haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and some were playing &lt;b&gt;GunZ&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;*coughs* Shafeeqdeen *coughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly everyone went back around 12am and then there was only the guys left + Jie Sze (as usual :D) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DJ Gups &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was playing music and we danced to that then Raj turned up :D He also was making so much noise and blasting music. Dancing in my living room! Its was so dark inside. But before that, I dimmed the lights and it looked so cozy everyone on the floor busy having private conversations someone said out loud that it looked like we're having a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sex party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later around 12.45am, I had to heat up the leftover food for them cause they were hungry. Yeah, uh, I dunno la but alot of them were in my room in the dark and laughing. Pang Yoong was on the floor sleeping? Dancing with Sanjeev, watching Raj become a radio host, Gurprem bursting out into random dance moves. OH and Mayuran was sms-ing while girls danced around him. LOL WTF. Then, Ryan kept asking for ghost stories nicely tucked in my bed with the other sweaty people.  Who wants to tell him? He'd just laugh only. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;They eventually left at 1.15am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I actually thought it would turn out REALLY dreadful but it wasn't bad at all :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you everyone for taking the initiative for coming to my party eventhough you guys were tired and it was raining like alot :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was worth it :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3265461526093433675-6265670246300600554?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6265670246300600554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6265670246300600554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/03/17th-birthday-party.html' title='17th Birthday PARTY.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-60858480273601679</id><published>2010-02-17T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:29:09.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO ME &amp;amp; YEW LUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OMG we turned older yesterday &lt;b&gt;(16/2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OLD PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys for the surprise lunch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the wolf plushie and pencil box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL KELVIN AND YOUR &lt;b&gt;POH KONG BAG&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Kena con I tell you&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wuz crackin' ya'll. I went for &lt;b&gt;Merentas Desa&lt;/b&gt; and took part..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in &lt;b&gt;ST. JOHNS&lt;/b&gt;. WOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at Checkpoint no.2 which is in the middle of nowhere. We arrived 30 minutes late and most of the guys passed that way. We got lost, okay!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"BIGFOOT CAUGHT ON TAPE! AMAZING FOOTAGE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpXDxBT3evo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpXDxBT3evo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Naw, you can't touch this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2c4L4CPfQY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2c4L4CPfQY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-60858480273601679?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/60858480273601679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/60858480273601679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-17th-birthday.html' title='HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4897979151342958972</id><published>2010-02-01T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:03:04.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaipusam 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;for about 20km to Batu Caves. Did not sleep for 24 hours. Took me 4 hours and 40 minutes to get there. Started at 1am finished at 5.40am. SKIPPED SCHOOL. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5pm went to Penang on that same day and walked another 8km for Thaipusam, climbed a hill infested with &lt;b&gt;40,000&lt;/b&gt; Indians which 2 hours to reach the top. Yes it was crowded like hell. &lt;b&gt;Prayed for 10 minutes&lt;/b&gt; and walked back down. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best seafood restaurant motto EVER,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If it swims, we have it!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3265461526093433675-4897979151342958972?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4897979151342958972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4897979151342958972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/02/thaipusam-2010.html' title='Thaipusam 2010'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8799346274487340013</id><published>2010-01-13T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:43:39.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR LOL and its the 13th now? God I'm lazy :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird writing the dates in my school book. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more 01/02/03/04/05/06/07/08/09 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/10?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;b&gt;SPM&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Forgot about that&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year wearing a school uniform, waking up at 6.30 in the morning, tuition and being &lt;b&gt;illegal&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how I'm gonna pass Sejarah. SCREWED :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been elected as &lt;b&gt;Head of Costumes for Bendehara&lt;/b&gt;. DEI LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's going &lt;b&gt;naked&lt;/b&gt; :D NO LA ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm pretty excited. I've never gone in that field before. :) I've already got some sketches in mind kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monthly intervals we have exams :D HOW COOL!? &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8799346274487340013?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8799346274487340013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8799346274487340013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3749882860512664165</id><published>2009-12-27T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:38:49.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Sunny Penang!</title><content type='html'>It was from Wedneday to Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUPS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd of December. You're old but I still love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Penang - the land of scrumptious food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I eat any?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No not really -.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I had fun anyways :D We stayed in my dad's friend's friend's apartment. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we went around shopping, Gurney Plaza, to be more specific and watched Princess and the Frog. DUDE, Prince Naveen is hot! LOL But I guess Aladdin is better. IDK they're both cute. Penang, there's so many chinese people. I was surrounded by them in the mall. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Never seen so many in one place :O If you were looking down from a helicopter, you would instantly find me - &lt;b&gt;the black dot&lt;/b&gt;. We ate at the Penang Sports Club with my uncle's friend who owns the apartment we were momentarily staying in. Made friends with his daughter who was really bubbly and nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next day went to my uncle's house for a Christmas Party later that day we went to the Hard Rock Cafe, and was kicked out, &lt;b&gt;underaged&lt;/b&gt; -.- Needed to be 21 and above. Bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the hotel and watched the band performance in the Lobby. Freakin' awesome. Met Asmeeta there with her family. They took me into their room which was pretty nice cause' it was connected directly to the pool ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was religious. We went to the curch and temple on the mainland.&lt;br /&gt;At the temple, they sacrificed a goat and we ate there. The best indian food you can get is from the temple. But the downfall was everyone was so greedy for the food. Sheesh. It was already night time, we walked around the night market and bought stuff. RM4 DVDs. KEKEKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw this really cute cute cute cute cute Pikachu magnet and I asked the guy how much he said RM10 for 1 box. I guessed he didn't see what I was holding up only 1 pikachu magnet from the box and &lt;b&gt;I asked him again, POLITELY&lt;/b&gt;, how much while holding only ONE magnet and said the same thing again. I repeated and he shouted at me. I CLEARLY ASKED HOW MUCH FOR 1 STUPID MAGNET AND HE FREAKING SHOUTED AT ME FOR HIS OWN STUPIDITY. I SAID ONE MAGNET NOT THE WHOLE BOX YOU BLARDY HEARING IMPAIRED ASSHOLE. &lt;i&gt;I just walked away&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the cafe on the beach, it was seriously packed over there. They had a fire dance performance too. Kept walking along the beach and playing in the sand. most of us came back with sand in our pants D: Stayed up until 4.30 in the morning and left the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We did alot of things but I just cut it short. Lazy to type :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-3749882860512664165?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3749882860512664165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3749882860512664165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-sunny-penang.html' title='Christmas in Sunny Penang!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3818975175123722677</id><published>2009-12-14T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:54:17.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipal Malacca</title><content type='html'>Manipal Convention 2009&lt;br /&gt;This year it was okay, nothing compared to last year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe cause the gang was gone&lt;/i&gt;. Pfffttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ugh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I danced like mad on the informal night but didn't do much on the formal day. I got lazy and had no mood left. KEH D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and it was my first time wearing a strapless dress too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did tons of shopping and walking around in &lt;b&gt;Jonker Street&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew they had the MOST adorable things there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmSRcrf9I/AAAAAAAAATo/gQVIGf6BVkE/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmSRcrf9I/AAAAAAAAATo/gQVIGf6BVkE/s200/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916959834439634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmR2riDXI/AAAAAAAAATg/2TYysx7NLFE/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmR2riDXI/AAAAAAAAATg/2TYysx7NLFE/s200/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916952648977778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmRsTYuZI/AAAAAAAAATY/pXrBlYpVImU/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmRsTYuZI/AAAAAAAAATY/pXrBlYpVImU/s200/DSC01323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916949863348626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunty bought for me a necklace with 2 crystals on it :D One's black in colour and the other in red. Black one attracts positive energy and the red represents happiness! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmSg4zgbI/AAAAAAAAATw/4PBxZ0KsBJQ/s200/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916963978936754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used the soy sauce to draw D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even ate the Chicken Rice Ball Shop. Shit man, the line was damn long, like seriously long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was damn tasty.. ;)&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/3265461526093433675-3818975175123722677?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3818975175123722677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3818975175123722677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/12/manipal-malacca.html' title='Manipal Malacca'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SyWmSRcrf9I/AAAAAAAAATo/gQVIGf6BVkE/s72-c/DSC01322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8714267840427515669</id><published>2009-12-07T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:06:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes of today!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or clothes nowadays are only for women with &lt;b&gt;no breasts&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day I couldn't breathe anymore :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything fits right but just that part. Suffocating. I remember when I was eating lunch I just kept taking in deep breaths. My lungs felt like they were squashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8714267840427515669?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8714267840427515669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8714267840427515669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/12/clothes-of-today.html' title='Clothes of today!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6165906869133871297</id><published>2009-12-02T13:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:48:50.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci the Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX3Osu-x6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/owxtcXESW0o/s1600-h/leonardo_da_vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX3Osu-x6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/owxtcXESW0o/s200/leonardo_da_vinci.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410502359253960610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX2vCA18NI/AAAAAAAAATI/EfbIpV09OtQ/s1600-h/sk03davinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX2vCA18NI/AAAAAAAAATI/EfbIpV09OtQ/s200/sk03davinci.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410501815210209490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX2uoqgnOI/AAAAAAAAATA/GVfou8GbFBM/s1600-h/(davinci)-mona-lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX2uoqgnOI/AAAAAAAAATA/GVfou8GbFBM/s200/(davinci)-mona-lisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410501808405650658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;From left : Self portrait of Leonardo da Vinci, Vitruvian Man and Mona Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for the exhibition thats was held in the Pusat Sains Negara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed eventhough I knew most of them didn't. The only people who were keen : Denise, Ram and I. They displayed his inventions and artworks. He was so intelligent that it freaked me out quite abit. Most of his ideas are used in today's works. He was a poor human being and therefore could not actually build his ideas, instead he wrote it in his tiny notebooks. To prevent other people from stealing his ideas, he wrote in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirror_writing"&gt;mirror writing&lt;/a&gt;*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the exhibition they explain his ideas and life story. Oh and there's a special section on the Mona Lisa where another 25 more secrets are unraveled! It's seriously awesome and a definite must to check it out. &lt;b&gt;He seemed almost &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;alien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Some speculate he's gay as he enjoyed working in the presence of beautiful men. That's why he moved to Milan and didn't have any relationship with women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really explain my feelings after the exhibition but I was truly amazed to find such a human that ever existed. Blown away to be exact. All I can say is that&lt;b&gt; I wish I could have met him personally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm taking my dad with me the next time :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*- click the word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awesomest quotes from Da Vinci&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nature never breaks her own laws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Common Sense is that which judges the things given to it by other senses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best for last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Art is never finished, only abandoned."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-6165906869133871297?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6165906869133871297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6165906869133871297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-vinci-genius.html' title='Da Vinci the Genius'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SxX3Osu-x6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/owxtcXESW0o/s72-c/leonardo_da_vinci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8582220629320615943</id><published>2009-11-27T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:26:01.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have so much of &lt;b&gt;heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Why won't they take in &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;for once?&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/3265461526093433675-8582220629320615943?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8582220629320615943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8582220629320615943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-874405546009568711</id><published>2009-11-25T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:52:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A handshake can tell alot about a person.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So give someone a firm grip the next time! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's only a problem if you categorise it as a problem" &lt;div&gt;- Another quote by Shakila :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-874405546009568711?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/874405546009568711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/874405546009568711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5257928638394278328</id><published>2009-11-25T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:49:47.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Dreamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When someone believes in you, it gets you going.&lt;div&gt;But even when they underestimate you, it drives you to prove them wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So underestimate me all you want. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause' what I lack in skill, I make up for in spirit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Quote by Shakila :)&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/3265461526093433675-5257928638394278328?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5257928638394278328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5257928638394278328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fighting-dreamers.html' title='Fighting Dreamers'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-134401356551700872</id><published>2009-11-16T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:33:25.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You make me smile like the sun,&lt;div&gt;Fall out of bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing like a bird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizzy in my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spin like a record,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me dance like a fool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget how to breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shine like gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buzz like a bee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Oh you make me smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to meet you. Hopefully, someday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-134401356551700872?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/134401356551700872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/134401356551700872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8513722666448253873</id><published>2009-11-15T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:04:51.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SwAYdbzPOSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kRZpwNWwBB0/s1600-h/102796.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SwAYdbzPOSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kRZpwNWwBB0/s200/102796.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404346446802532642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How true can it get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8513722666448253873?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8513722666448253873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8513722666448253873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/zits.html' title='Zits'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SwAYdbzPOSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kRZpwNWwBB0/s72-c/102796.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2792356973398574944</id><published>2009-11-15T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:19:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>It was an awesome party Trisshala :D &lt;div&gt;I know you're reading this!&lt;div&gt;Haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisshala : Thanks for the party! *hugs and kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisshala's Mum : Only a small hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha you know why (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMG IM SUCH A MIKI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this post may be &lt;i&gt;incomprehensible TO MANY D: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2792356973398574944?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2792356973398574944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2792356973398574944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-412160452040935951</id><published>2009-11-12T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:28:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ties are mean't to be broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TRAITOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;We let you into our lives and made you feel the most at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;I guess you like &lt;b&gt;hurting hearts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your forte' I presume.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;Sweet words are nice but it brings '&lt;i&gt;diabetes&lt;/i&gt;' eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;Mess with &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;, mess with &lt;b&gt;all of us&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;Acting sweet ain't gonna get you anywhere &lt;i&gt;honey&lt;/i&gt;.  :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-412160452040935951?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/412160452040935951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/412160452040935951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/ties-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='Ties are mean&apos;t to be broken'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4153455313439788527</id><published>2009-11-08T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:26:28.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Thread of Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just take time with love. Cause we're all tied with the red thread of fate. Its just that some get tangled up with others. Eventually we untie knots and realise they're not the one we're truly connected to. Instead, it's leading us to someone else who holds the end of the string, our own true soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- quote by Shakila Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4153455313439788527?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4153455313439788527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4153455313439788527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-thread-of-fate.html' title='Red Thread of Fate'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1327895524420767425</id><published>2009-11-08T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:04:30.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smarter than a 5th grader?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been following the "&lt;b&gt;Are you smarter than a 5th grader?&lt;/b&gt;" show..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvY089VysaI/AAAAAAAAASw/aGrGIMGHEl8/s200/Cody-profile.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401563024940249506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why &lt;b&gt;no one&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;ever picks CODY&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poor guy&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3265461526093433675-1327895524420767425?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1327895524420767425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1327895524420767425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='Are you smarter than a 5th grader?'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvY089VysaI/AAAAAAAAASw/aGrGIMGHEl8/s72-c/Cody-profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5356421908227640205</id><published>2009-11-04T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:58:00.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yes I drool in my sleep..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;and also for hot guys D:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steven Strait.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I don't know why but I just have a soft spot for &lt;b&gt;tanned&lt;/b&gt; guys. Their skin is so creamy D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSZiGf97I/AAAAAAAAARA/zcu_ZQtbEyQ/s200/2006_the_covenant_010.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258395542386610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSZ3X6L0I/AAAAAAAAARI/fZPLo6PTLMk/s200/2006_the_covenant_021.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258401252552514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTHO7HgcI/AAAAAAAAASo/gZSmXZODlEk/s1600-h/2006_the_covenant_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTHO7HgcI/AAAAAAAAASo/gZSmXZODlEk/s200/2006_the_covenant_009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400259180668355010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 90px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah and &lt;b&gt;buff&lt;/b&gt; ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;T.O.P&lt;/b&gt; from Big Bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cherish got me addicted to him!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really go for Korean guys but his voice is just so &lt;b&gt;husky&lt;/b&gt; and really different. Not to mention his really sleek eyes which oozes sexy. OH AND HIS SMIRK AHHH ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSs524gxI/AAAAAAAAARw/XhgJajQG8xU/s1600-h/TOP-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSs524gxI/AAAAAAAAARw/XhgJajQG8xU/s200/TOP-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258728336851730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGStdNih4I/AAAAAAAAASA/THLjfEM_V9Y/s1600-h/normal_TOPsecretmag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGStdNih4I/AAAAAAAAASA/THLjfEM_V9Y/s200/normal_TOPsecretmag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258737827121026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel Henney&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a mix of Korean and American. You probably know him as Agent Zero from The Orgins of Wolverine movie. I mean just look at his pictures. What more can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSalV-MAI/AAAAAAAAARg/khfVp8K0CRI/s1600-h/047_1152697317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSalV-MAI/AAAAAAAAARg/khfVp8K0CRI/s200/047_1152697317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258413592457218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTGciHGOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GNrCvza_xIg/s1600-h/n14316757059_763063_9222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTGciHGOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GNrCvza_xIg/s200/n14316757059_763063_9222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400259167141697762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTGoRwRvI/AAAAAAAAASY/L6HD2XKOmcQ/s1600-h/n14316757059_762293_1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTGoRwRvI/AAAAAAAAASY/L6HD2XKOmcQ/s200/n14316757059_762293_1414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400259170294318834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've saved the best for the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAYLOR LAUTNER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(i know, so typical, but hey he's like a sex bomb)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTG4l2yWI/AAAAAAAAASg/9VDqPAVNadA/s1600-h/HBO%2BLuxury%2BLounge%2BHonor%2B66th%2BAnnual%2BGolden%2B04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGTG4l2yWI/AAAAAAAAASg/9VDqPAVNadA/s200/HBO%2BLuxury%2BLounge%2BHonor%2B66th%2BAnnual%2BGolden%2B04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400259174673598818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGStlb2ZPI/AAAAAAAAASI/4aFFtbm2LYI/s1600-h/new-moon-companion-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGStlb2ZPI/AAAAAAAAASI/4aFFtbm2LYI/s200/new-moon-companion-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258740034626802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGStHBDaGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LfImr25NSRg/s1600-h/taylor-high-school-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGStHBDaGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LfImr25NSRg/s200/taylor-high-school-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258731869169762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSsusnhLI/AAAAAAAAARo/n02ecGvIOBE/s1600-h/worst-enemy-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSsusnhLI/AAAAAAAAARo/n02ecGvIOBE/s200/worst-enemy-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258725341004978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSaO4DMBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mlcyvAaqx70/s1600-h/91028NN2_SWIFT_B-GR_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSaO4DMBI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mlcyvAaqx70/s200/91028NN2_SWIFT_B-GR_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400258407561375762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buff, tanned, sexy sleek eyes,awesome hair and incredibly cute&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whole package.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nuff' said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not actually small but more like sexy sleek eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE JUST AWESOME&lt;/b&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/3265461526093433675-5356421908227640205?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5356421908227640205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5356421908227640205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/11/drool.html' title='Drool'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SvGSZiGf97I/AAAAAAAAARA/zcu_ZQtbEyQ/s72-c/2006_the_covenant_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-478087647232938019</id><published>2009-10-23T13:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:27:15.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lively Sour Lemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lively Sour Lemon IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO MUCH BETTER than Lemonade :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:20;"&gt;DONT THINK TOO MUCH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:20;"&gt;JUST EMBRACE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-478087647232938019?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/478087647232938019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/478087647232938019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/10/lively-sour-lemo.html' title='Lively Sour Lemo'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-9023142668584882949</id><published>2009-10-19T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:33:53.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-o-v-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:30;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is beautiful word&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;abused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An expression of affection with so much meaning but thrown around. &lt;div&gt;You love me, I love you. Or thats what they all say. But,&lt;div&gt;how much do you actually &lt;b&gt;mean&lt;/b&gt; it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its just another mere exaggeration. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thought that ought' to be thought about. &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/3265461526093433675-9023142668584882949?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/9023142668584882949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/9023142668584882949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/10/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-o-v-e'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4247082958090638491</id><published>2009-10-18T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:42:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Philosophy with Shakila :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:30;"&gt;"Everyone is everything in different ratios and quantities."&lt;br /&gt;- Shakila Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;god, I think I'm the next philosopher :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I managed to do my speech for tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advantages of being short. I think it was time to speak out for the short ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;CAN I GET AN AMEN!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I used :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can save money on movie tickets - buying kiddie ones of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likely to win a Limbo game - don't even need to bend on the first round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First one to reach the money on floor but last to get rained on! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its dangerous for a short person to be on an open field when there's lightning, but it's not that dangerous anymore once there's a tall person next to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the ladies, easier to find a male companion. How to kiss? Well that's why we have high heels. We won't have to worry if we're taller than our boyfriends. Shorter guys? Well too bad. Find a shorter girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We support friends - &lt;b&gt;Arm rests&lt;/b&gt;. Simply convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We make the tall people feel good! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4247082958090638491?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4247082958090638491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4247082958090638491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-is-everything-in-different.html' title='Another Philosophy with Shakila :D'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1347151780368549923</id><published>2009-10-04T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:13:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Guide :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don't Throw the Brick Straight Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Stupid Person's Guide to Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rinkworks.com/brick/"&gt;CLICK HERE TO GET A CHANCE TO AVOID STUPIDITY IN YOUR LIFE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1347151780368549923?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1347151780368549923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1347151780368549923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-guide-d.html' title='Stupid Guide :D'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2189459417190737276</id><published>2009-09-11T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:04:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Videos of Joy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1Y73sPHKxw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1Y73sPHKxw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BEVHrExKn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BEVHrExKn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BANG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozNVE-ajo9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozNVE-ajo9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2189459417190737276?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2189459417190737276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2189459417190737276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-videos-of-joy-d.html' title='Random Videos of Joy :D'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4271794473122417968</id><published>2009-09-05T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:06:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One day Shakila was browsing through deviantart and decided to search for Twilight hates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gejimayo.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Abridged-115501962"&gt;http://gejimayo.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Abridged-115501962&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4271794473122417968?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4271794473122417968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4271794473122417968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight-hate.html' title='Twilight Hate'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6580047609385589959</id><published>2009-08-23T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:16:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>I finally got to watch the movie. Yes It was an inspirational movie based on a true story. I admire Christopher and all the hardships he had to face. He left his dream to become a doctor, became homeless while taking care of his son, suffering from taxes, bills and rent. He juggled his internship (with no income) and responsibilities of a father. They were focred to live in a homes for the homeless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"In the pursuit of happiness comes with a series of unfortunate events."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I could come up to summarise this movie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes I also watched the movie "&lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt;" for Shen Ni's birthday outing on Friday. Seriously hilarious and the dogs were adorable :D I remember I kept hitting Cherish because they were all so cute until she got pissed off haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_1rSm2MDM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_1rSm2MDM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-6580047609385589959?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6580047609385589959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6580047609385589959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/08/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8414219960743259988</id><published>2009-08-14T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:06:27.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Offspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have did not have any idea they're so many people born on August.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to Cherish, Neetasha,Ashveen,Thian Shen Ni,Mira and Pavithran.&lt;/b&gt; MY GOD. &lt;b&gt;I've officially gone broke this month&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I helped Shanki and Ashveent to hook up ;D OMG LA I'm that awesome I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard work with the stupid flu and all. They both were equally shy and I had to break the ice FOR THEM. Haha. Glad they're both going dandy. The biggest joke was Ashveen's birthday cake. It was a freakin' BOOK. OUT OF ALL THE THINGS. His worst enemy is the book. HAHAHAHA I couldn't stop laughing in my head when I saw it. NOT ONLY THAT.. it was a &lt;i&gt;THICK book. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVqlbtBXpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ylj3Vv3YabI/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVqlbtBXpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ylj3Vv3YabI/s200/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369815322033479314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I had Cherish's birthday to go to at &lt;b&gt;Yo! Sushi.&lt;/b&gt; We bought a cake and I asked the guy to write "Happy Buttday Cherish :D" He actually did it with a straight face. I thought he would end up staring at us all weirded out. Or me atleast but thank god he didn't seem to care. I finally tried out the octopus. No wonder Denise really likes it. Its super squishy and yummy. I love Yo! Sushi plates and the interior design but overall the food was crap compared to other Japanese restaurants I have been to. It was&lt;i&gt; overpriced&lt;/i&gt; basically but if you want a really cool atmosphere I recommand you to go there. Oh yeah, we even all dressed up in different colours of the rainbow and lined up and took pictures. Funny day. :D Leyla, Cherish and I got crazy and bought tons of cute stickers at Action City. 3 for RM 10. CHEAP! :D and stuck them all over our calculators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVqk76fkJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SR8wLiZS488/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVqk76fkJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SR8wLiZS488/s200/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369815313500049554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG &lt;b&gt;THIAN shen ni&lt;/b&gt; made for us &lt;b&gt;blueberry cupcakes&lt;/b&gt; and she gave me the &lt;i&gt;smiley faced one&lt;/i&gt;. SO CUTE! And she only made two of those and I got it ;D HAHA. Its really tasty too so I whacked two. ;D THANKS SHEN NI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVql-fOyvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rchhkbsv3Vw/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVql-fOyvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rchhkbsv3Vw/s200/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369815331370879730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed place in tuition today. I'm gonna miss Joel Puah. All the way at the back now and Neetasha is at the back too, so am I! :O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;God I entered the stupid MTV Contest and I didn't get the tickets. So unlucky. Well there's Neetasha's birthday party on the same night so I won't be that upset ;)&lt;/i&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/3265461526093433675-8414219960743259988?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8414219960743259988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8414219960743259988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-offspring.html' title='August Offspring'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SoVqlbtBXpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ylj3Vv3YabI/s72-c/DSC00679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8386101983665095151</id><published>2009-08-11T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:48:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What works for YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contradicting Proverbs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All good things come to those who wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time and tide wait for no man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wise men think alike.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fools seldom differ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slow and steady wins the race.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time waits for no man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Birds of a feather flock together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Opposites attract.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great starts make great finishes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It ain’t over ’till it’s over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Practice makes perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silence is golden.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The squeaky wheel gets the grease.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the list goes on..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading this it got me thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life we are always faced with decisions even without being aware of it. We're always thinking of what to do next which is also means you need to decide on something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm deciding whether to eat the ice cream or let my throat rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DECISIONS - WE MAKE THEM EVERYDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. What we do, and what we decide on doing. Its not entirely right neither is it completely wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just do what works for us. Some may decide to study and work hard to get a good job because that idea works for them. But you can't say the people who neglect their work is doing wrong either cause for them it works well too. They maybe don't mind the idea of having a mediocre job? Just like those proverbs contradicting each other. People use a practice for what suits them the best. But it's not like that all the time right? There is also a time where there is no choice and we gotta pick the last answer left like you've just runned out of options in a game show like "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" And sometimes picking the wrong choice can be fatal. It's funny how we're always put in awkward situations deciding on the next move. Our brain uses alot of energy forming tactics and probabilities on each choice we lay down to use. Eventhough careful calculation is made we still can fall into the trap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really all comes down to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What really works for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8386101983665095151?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8386101983665095151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8386101983665095151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-works-for-you.html' title='What works for YOU'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2481986566765999096</id><published>2009-08-06T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:36:45.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1?</title><content type='html'>Woke up had a slight sore throat. Thought it would go away when if I went to school eventually. WELL. It got worse. My body started to ache like mad and I felt really cold. Ended up calling my mum to fetch me. &lt;div&gt;I had to run around finding for the person with the class keys to get my bag. SO ANNOYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell asleep then my mum took me to the clinic. Let me tell you, ITS SO PACKED. I had to wait for 1 hour and 30 minutes to see the doctor. Everyone there was wearing masks. They gave me one too and &lt;i&gt;I felt like Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the long wait..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor checked me and I had a fever of 37.2C and the average temperature of H1N1 is above 38C. PHEW. Since I got 3 parties to attend to on the weekend, I don't wanna get quarantined.. &lt;b&gt;HALLELUJAH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I walked out with the mask on everyone was staring at me. LOL I should have coughed infront of them :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna skip school tomorrow. YAY! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2481986566765999096?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2481986566765999096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2481986566765999096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1.html' title='H1N1?'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1213176980997691539</id><published>2009-08-04T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:45:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes and another BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHERISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH YEAH. SWEET 16 I forgot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I bought her a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; live tour album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPENSIVE OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also bought &lt;b&gt;new flats&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;ITS SO CUTE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWhZsFUAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VE_si1FXNYE/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWhZsFUAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VE_si1FXNYE/s200/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366134087843401730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWhDc6sUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VEZhOmTNFYA/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWhDc6sUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VEZhOmTNFYA/s200/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366134081874211138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWg2nvWwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4tf47l8JWnI/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWg2nvWwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4tf47l8JWnI/s200/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366134078429944578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After TTDI's IU Day, I had to stay over at Kavee's house. The next morning, we woke up and made &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pancakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! No, we're not that pro. We used the ready mix. HAHA. Kavee added chocolate chips in the bater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWJVt6clI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GWPcBeJuaLQ/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWJVt6clI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GWPcBeJuaLQ/s200/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366133674460475986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWJVt6clI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GWPcBeJuaLQ/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats mine. It turned out the best compared to Kavee's ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWI5KBSDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RUtNiioXMzs/s200/DSC00671.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366133666793736242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Kavee's was an epic failure. Look at it. Its like scrambled eggs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWKBEtMAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/g2oJJne-iy8/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWKBEtMAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/g2oJJne-iy8/s200/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366133686098800642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this was her 2nd try. Better than the first thats for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWKBEtMAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/g2oJJne-iy8/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWKWIPTvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mYFkR0HgRJE/s200/DSC00674.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366133691750764274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She ate hers with ice cream! IN THE MORNING. I ate mine with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1213176980997691539?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1213176980997691539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1213176980997691539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/08/pancakes-and-another-birthday.html' title='Pancakes and another BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SnhWhZsFUAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VE_si1FXNYE/s72-c/DSC00678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8900847165516242579</id><published>2009-07-20T19:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:04:47.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling : ANIMAL boardshorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SmRcqMMZJyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4I2BihIov24/s1600-h/animalshortsshots+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SmRcqMMZJyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4I2BihIov24/s200/animalshortsshots+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360511336375199522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK FOR BIGGER AND CLEARER VIEW ^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Animal Board Shorts on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" text-decoration: underline;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;For : Females&lt;br /&gt;Size : 10  (Medium)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original Price : RM129&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Selling Price : RM110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colour : White&lt;br /&gt;Design : Black Floral Prints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Never worn before &amp;amp; price tag still intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: none;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;If interested, please contact either me (Shakila) or Jie Sze! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8900847165516242579?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8900847165516242579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8900847165516242579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/07/selling-animal-boardshorts.html' title='Selling : ANIMAL boardshorts'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SmRcqMMZJyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4I2BihIov24/s72-c/animalshortsshots+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8037650860616195765</id><published>2009-07-06T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:36:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ram's Long Awaited English Mid Term Essay.</title><content type='html'>Section B : Continuous Writing. 19/5/09 (Mid Term Exam English Essay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Ram of 4 Cekap 2009&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night.The clouds were pitch black and the rain was pouring heavily. I was lost in an alley in the streets of Stokholm after having a few shots of Whiskey form the nearby bar. I did not know where my hotel was and I could not think straight. I was like a rat trapped in a dark box,not sure what to do and feeling so confused. I regretted drinking the whiskey that contained so much alcohol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly there was this ray of hope, a lady in a beautiful white dress with striking white shoes and holding a big red umbrella walked towards me in the heavy rain. She was the most beautiful creature that mother nature created to walk this planet. She had thick black hair and a tanned skin. She then asked me my name but I was too drunk to speak, infact I was speechless because I was dazed by her lustrous beauty. She then asked me where I was staying, I showed her my card key for my room in five star hotel which was located in the middle of the city. After she found the address on the key,she helped me to my feet and hired a taxi to bring me back to the hotel. On the way to the hotel, I was thinking,who is this lady,why is she so kind,was she an angel? With so much going on in my head we reached the hotel in the blink of an eye. She helped me out of the taxi and brought me up to my room because I was so drunk and I could not stand still, I just threw myself on the cosy,warm, king sized bed. Suddenly out of the blue, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;she started unbuttoning me, she unzipped my pants and thats when my father's words echoed in my head on what he said before I left for Stokholm, "Son, don't make out with strangers." (Mrs. Amy noted at this part : "Is this necessary?" HAHA) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When those words rang in my head I got up with my pants down and shirt unbuttoned and asked her to leave her mobile phone number and leave the room. She wrote her number on my hand and gave me the most beautiful face I have ever saw on the face of this planet before she left.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The next day, I got up with a big and painful headache. It was the effect of the overdose of the alcohol the previous night. As I got up from my bed, I found myself unbuttoned and my pants down. I felt confused. I walked up to the window of my hotel room to open the curtains and as I lifted my hand to open the curtains I saw a mobile number and suddenly all the memories of what happened last night came gushing into my head like warer, I finally remembered the number it belonged to the lady who helped me that night. I could not forget that beautiful fare of hers. I picked up the phone to dial the number but when I dialed I could not get her but when I dialed for the last time, she picked up. I was so happy that I could contact her, I wanted to thank her for helping me and say sorry about the dark incicent in my room last night. But before I could say anything she told me in a deep and very scared tone to meet her downstairs at the coffee shop in the lobby of the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  As I came down the hotel lift to walk to the shop, I saw her with a small cup of black Jamaican coffee and her knees were trembling. She was staring into thin air and her face was as pale as a ghost. I walked up to her table to thank her but she asked me to shut up and sit down. When I saw her, there were tears trickling down her cheek. She looked scared, she looked as if she was about to die. She then told me that she was sorry about what happened last night and then, she said the most scariest thing I have ever head from a lady, "I am going to die in a few minutes. Save me." I just stared at her after she said that. I told her that she would not die but she still was crying. Suddenly a man in a black jacket came to her with a big gun and pointed it to her face and told her, "May god bless your soul." I was just numb, I could not do anything. That big gun was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;damn (LOL)&lt;/span&gt; scary. The guy pulled the trigger and the lady just vapourised. Then the guy hit me on my head and I fainted. When I woke up, it all felt like a dream but it was real and that was the last time I saw her face. I will always remember her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score : 43/50&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/3265461526093433675-8037650860616195765?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8037650860616195765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8037650860616195765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/07/rams-long-awaited-english-mid-term.html' title='Ram&apos;s Long Awaited English Mid Term Essay.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7818906747765634052</id><published>2009-07-02T21:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:03:24.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want my days to be filled with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:50;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't wait for &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 70;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; to come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:60px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go for it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;No regrets and keep smiling! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7818906747765634052?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7818906747765634052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7818906747765634052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-because.html' title='Just because..'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5163866573198009886</id><published>2009-06-22T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:03:02.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Why is Jie Sze so rajin to post? C'mon! I feel bad now neglecting my blog. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about the school holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny there's nothing much to talk about other than paintball. I got his several times in the face (guess cause I was too short,HAHA FUNNY). No bruising so I didn't see the point of wearing those clothes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family friends from Penang came to KL and we went out everyday with them. We played God Of War in my house and everyone was watching Naren play it. It was kinda like a movie. :D Went over to Uncle Mohan's house, had dinner, went swimming at his awesome neighbourhood. Alot of white guys but none are hot. D: Uncle Mohan - "&lt;i&gt;Go swim and kick out those Australians&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or something like that! LOL. But I didn't cause I was sick. So we sat near the pond and talked crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always keep &lt;b&gt;disconnecting&lt;/b&gt; from the internet.&lt;i&gt; Screw you Streamyx&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember whenever im added into group convos I always dc and everyone gets pissed :D SO FUN. yeah right. Now it isn't so bad as last time. I remember I almost threw the modem against my wall when it kept disconnecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie Sze says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*twitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*YOU CITEK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*go offline when i wanna tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OKAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jessong@hotmail.com said (7:32 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LET ME TELL YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie Sze says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LET ME TELL YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;see wut I mean ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is into debating now :O I'm finally something in debate! ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;RESERVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool right? LOL But I'm too lazy now cause everytime I leave the class to watch/participate in debate I'm marked as "ponteng"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finding good hair products and I tried out L'Occitane. It does wonders to my hair. I don't need to even wash it alot since it keeps in soft and oil free. It dosent even look or feel dry! I'm gonna get my next bottle soon :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.baltimorestyle.com/images/beauty/a-loccitane_shampoo-conditi.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm obsessed with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pikachu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was just youtube-ing Pikachu stuff from afternoon till evening. Pissin' off Py with all the pikachu cuteness. As well as learning the caramel dan sen dance! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QN6-7pWxbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QN6-7pWxbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CUTE IS THAT LA!? *smashes screen due to cuteness*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our marks. It ain't pretty. Well for mine, at least. Mostly 70+ Sucks. I know. I got permission from Ram to take his Essay when teacher gave ti back. His story was seriously funny and made no sense (He got 42/50 for it). I'll put in on my blog on the next update!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5163866573198009886?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5163866573198009886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5163866573198009886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4590897335315455319</id><published>2009-05-31T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:10:03.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean BBQ</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went out to MV right after accounts for a movie BUT we couldnt book the tickets and when we got there the line was so long we didn't even bother. Suddenly saw Adam and gang. They managed to enter Angels and Demons. Lucky bums. Went shopping for presents for 5 friends. Managed to buy all :D WOOHOO! I don't owe anything to anyone (LOL). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then walked around and met up with Gurprem and Adam outside. They were about to leave in the cab but I called him just in time! Walked around and bought stuff for Adam, well Jie Sze did ;D I thought of a great plan for the next Saturday. A REALLY nice plan ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around summore until my mum came to fetch us. On the way to Jie Sze's house there was an indian lady on the phone blocking the road and my mum got pissed and said "I'll get down and whack her." as usual. Everyone laughed and Adam was like "Come theres an umbrella in the car, I will join you Aunty!" Aiyoh.. so emabarassing D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then for dinner my uncles and aunties and my mum and dad and ME [all the and(s)] went for Korean BBQ! So tasty D: Its one of the restaurants opposite TMC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food was awesome! We had Prawns,Beef, Pork and Ox tongues which was surprisingly chewy like gizard and tangy. But the thought of it being a tongue kinda threw me off course. Beef was the best AHHH~ the 3 layer beef just melted in my mouth. All the tasty kimchi and after the main course we had some soup that tasted like Tom Yam but filledwith so much seafood. Everyone there were Korean or Japanese :S And some stupid Korean kid was hurting my baby cousin's hand but I didn't do anything LOL.They played Big Bang songs such as Sunset Glow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunty Nancy ordered some drink mixed with lemon. The waiter brought a bottle and some tiny sized shot glasses. I tried it, it was Soju. Some alcohol drink. I took it directly when you're actually suppose to mix it with lemon juice. It contained 20.1% alcohol in only 360ml of liquid. An average beer can only has 5% of alcohol in 320ml. Holy shit. It was REALLY strong it shot up my head in an instant. My family was loving it especially my mum. She took a little too much and ended up pouring some of it in her dessert O__O; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats bout it really :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prakash says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*if u dont wan to reply juz say foty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*foty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fuck off thank you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prakash says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*uh no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*were u get these ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priyanka says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*what did my bro said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fuck off thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priyanka says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIe8bNcMrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ecd0w0IjF-k/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIe8bNcMrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ecd0w0IjF-k/s200/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341866131459945138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.1% alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIe70viuqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fkz2azp122s/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIe70viuqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fkz2azp122s/s200/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341866121133996706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIesglP4tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TaujCS-l7AY/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIesglP4tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TaujCS-l7AY/s200/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341865858024071890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIesTUWzLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mL1z7t-sqDw/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIesTUWzLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mL1z7t-sqDw/s200/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341865854463560882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pancake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIesAswwtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/g66bdYHpMuY/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIesAswwtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/g66bdYHpMuY/s200/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341865849465651922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid chopsticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIer20eb5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lb7iiD1XI7Q/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIer20eb5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lb7iiD1XI7Q/s200/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341865846813650834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIerjtq9sI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V1EcSnVuQwQ/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIerjtq9sI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V1EcSnVuQwQ/s200/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341865841684838082" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3265461526093433675-4590897335315455319?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4590897335315455319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4590897335315455319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/05/korean-bbq.html' title='Korean BBQ'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SiIe8bNcMrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ecd0w0IjF-k/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7705269367212350120</id><published>2009-05-29T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:01:04.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(82, 80, 80);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 11px; font-family:Arial;font-size:8px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"SPM students allowed maximum of 10 subjects only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What the heck is wrong with the government?! I'm just really pissed off. I already took up accounts and I'm really getting the hang of it and now they're telling us this? I know this is only to end the controversy of the ridiculous amounts of As but there are students out there who are interested in other subjects. Accounts! English Literature! I rather do that than take up Moral. Who the fuck needs the subject moral in their resume? Total bullshit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish's joke :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*if can i would have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*rather accs than moral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*MEMORISING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*as if u go interview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*they ask u the definition of kepercayaan kepada tuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn I'm pissed.&lt;br /&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/3265461526093433675-7705269367212350120?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7705269367212350120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7705269367212350120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/05/indie.html' title='Here here!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3491828420068953421</id><published>2009-05-28T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:29:05.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 week over. so far.</title><content type='html'>Finally finished the stupid  9 days of exams!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ram's plan to finish of the exams with banging the table&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; failed. &lt;/span&gt;(ew, sounds so wrong) LOL and our countdown was out. After counting down to 1,  the bell only rang 2 seconds later. Everyone started laughing alot. I didn't feel so great that our exams were over because I have another 5 days next week. Accounts and Mr Raj. DIED-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to tuition like normal and during English we played games with the Form 5s. They "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt;" us to a blanket competition where you have to guess the person's name when they pull down the blanket blocking each side. It was exciting at first then it got boring.. everyone was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheating&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jz's indian dude was there. She kept hiding behind me like one cacatard. Stupid girl GO LA. MY GOD. I was about to do it but teacher told my name so I couldn't :/ One of the guy's called Fazlan "Indian Boy!" I was thinking more of mamak :D Blah blah blah, then the form 5's took a group picture and boy did it take a long time to take a decent photograph. I had to help take pictures cause I was so kepohchi staying back and watching them take pictures.  Took pictures with Asmeeta and Jie Sze while Kavee waited outside for me :D HAHA VERY GOOD (so mean) LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la thats basically it. Not going school tomorrow since they're having teacher's day performances. So malas to post ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-3491828420068953421?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3491828420068953421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3491828420068953421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-week-over-so-far.html' title='2 week over. so far.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5598068046335543485</id><published>2009-05-23T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:45:22.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK OVER babybaby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL before this I only typed out the title and pressed enter by accident and I published an empty entry. OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to survive the one week of torture. The text for the summary section was crap. So many grammatical errors as well as sentences that didn't even make any form of sense. I remember Sutan and Thian Shen Ni were asking me if I was going to copy but I said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No because I believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;." Then they went quiet for awhile ;D HAHAHA. Later during the Sivic test, teacher was giving us the answers and I gladly wrote them down. Sutan looked at me and said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought you believed in karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" When you've got nothing to say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST SMILE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking home with Gurprem and Ryan then Mirza then Pang Yoong tagged along. Then he went infront to talk to Shafeeqdeen. Then when Shafeeqdeen left him infront he malu redi cause there was no one to walk with so he walked back to walk with us :D HAHAHAHHA &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALU&lt;/span&gt;. Then Gurprem and Ryan went somewhere else for lunch once I reached my junction. Py was like walking with me. So scary I tell you, walking alone with a chinese man. Their slit eyes looks so scary.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well if I can actually find their eyes&lt;/span&gt;.. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL this is directed to Pang Yoong and Jie Sze. When they're eyes are wide open its like so scary. Like something opened in their face.*coughs*&lt;/span&gt;). Oh yeah his slit eyes, it's as though they're gonna stab you from the back so I ran away from him and all Py could do was laugh from behind. So freaky D: I also con him about my family drinking cow urine. But acutally some people in India drink it. NO JOKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God la, whos freaking idea was to have a colour code for tution today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink and Purple&lt;/span&gt; summore. what the hell. The 2 colours I would be last seen wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH BEFORE I FORGET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DENISE TEOH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok I had to wear pink so I stole from my mum. :D A PUNJABI SUIT. One retarded person there with traditional clothing,sleeves, right in front of the air conditioner. Mr raj asked me if I was below 5 years old and said my Punjabi suit looked like a chinese clothing. WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Kavee came over and we danced like cacatards. I trademarked that word. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cacatards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only remember laughing alot and Kavee couldn't take it that she almost peed in her pants :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH I'm addicted to a reality show on Channel V called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parental Control&lt;/span&gt;. Its so amusing to see them fight.It was a real culture shock to watch younger people cussing at the parents. Its so vulgar and at the age of 22 if you haven't attempted sex its like you're classified in the same group as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40 year old virgins&lt;/span&gt;. WOW. I know some people who even have to hide the fact they're seeing someone from their parents. Western culture. Oh so strange. Did I mention I watch it with my mum? HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was another show on Channel V. My mum and I were watching and suddenly they said something about a dinosaur raping a guy... It got worse.. They showed a short part of the dinosaur on the guy and my mum and I were like O_O I quickly left the room. I don't mind watching it if I was alone but with my mum? NO WAY. SO AWKWARD but my mum just smiled and laughed so it would break the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awkwardity&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whitedog1&lt;/span&gt;" witty comics. She's on deviantart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitedog1.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;http://whitedog1.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wanna see the blocked artwork, you have to sign in (: JOIN. its worth reading her comics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite original characters from her is Chriss. She reminds me so much of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/138/a/d/chriss_by_whitedog1.jpg"&gt;http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/138/a/d/chriss_by_whitedog1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of her recent posts based on Twilight :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/141/a/b/stephenie__s_lesson_by_whitedog1.jpg"&gt;http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/141/a/b/stephenie__s_lesson_by_whitedog1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella and Edward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its just so damn true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically all the fun bits Jie Sze has nicely published it on her blog so I've got nothing much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversation with Ram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*its like damn cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i just like the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you learn the physics about the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ok do you think the moon reflects the suns rays to earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i knew that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*TEACH ME SUMMORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL heck i dont know if its true i just simply said it to act cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*or am i now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my relative is a physics professor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*so pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*oh really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*omg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i got to know her man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAKILA says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*its a old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*it sounded like a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How the heck did that sound like a girl? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also Ram's future advisor :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5598068046335543485?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5598068046335543485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5598068046335543485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week-over-babybaby.html' title='ONE WEEK OVER babybaby.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7862115849390441549</id><published>2009-05-17T11:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:33:59.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitty Ditties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Random post since I'm extremely bored right now (Not really. I just wanna give myself and excuse NOT to study. Not that this is a really good excuse.) The whole Saturday I only managed to read chapter 2 of History and I have another 3 more chapters to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Boys Over Flowers. I read the manga and I was so into the whole storyline it felt like I was Makino. My current love from Boys Over Flowers is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot-headed, sexy, kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DOMYOUJI!&lt;/span&gt; Damn there were so many romantic bits and pieces in the manga. I hated the ending of the manga though so I watched the last episode of the Korean Drama to satisfy myself. Guys like Domyouji are so rare. His love towards Makino is so real and faithful.  I remember crying when I hit the sad parts of the manga.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I felt like dying inside. &lt;/span&gt;Then before that, Cherish introduced me to the Korean boy band - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG BANG&lt;/span&gt;. I thought another lala sort of shit but no. It was pretty good for a korean band. I never really liked Kpop neither Jpop for the matter. IN BIG BANG - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.O.P&lt;/span&gt; is the hottest.. To describe him in 1 word : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;. I love his smokey mysterious eyes and cute smile. SO SEXY and his voice ohhh man gives me butterflies :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I continued to watch films directed by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hayao Miyazaki&lt;/span&gt;. That old guy who directed Spirited Away? Yeah that guy. His movies are awesome. I watched Spirited Away and I was blown away by everything in it. Some of the characters kinda freaked me out when I was younger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved on to the movie called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess Mononoke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howl's Moving Castle&lt;/span&gt;. EPICNESS. The characters really bring you in and his art will leave you mesmerized. EVERYTHING in it makes me feel all happy inside. I remember I cried alot when I watched Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away (not because it was a bad movie LOL, its just really touching) - OMG LA!  *dosen't know how to express her awe-ness* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-why do I keep saying 'inside' LOL-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my uncle had a birthday party (his 45th) so just a small family gathering. My uncles were watching football so intensely -they were at the edge of they're seat. EPL league. Manchester United versus Arsenal. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was like 1 minute left and the score was still 0 - 0&lt;/span&gt;. I was talking to my other cousin when suddenly everyone starts jumping and screaming and I saw the tv everyone was hugging each other. I thought to myself - "Oh they scored a goal!" BUT NO. They just still tied nile to nile. And Manchester won the cup. LOL SO DUMB. Everyone was celebrating as though they managed to score a goal at the last minute. HAHAHA but no, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST TIED. &lt;/span&gt;I bursted out laughing thinking to myself what a dumb match. (NO OFFENSE football cacats but I don't understand this game) Its not like they scored a goal. I found it so ammusing. Ronaldo's face was like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constipated&lt;/span&gt; when he missed the goal. HAHA. I was laughing so hard yesterday I couldnt breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I took alot of pictures of random stuff - basically cute and colourful items!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE ENJOY D: &lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-PaT2Ji6I/AAAAAAAAANY/qhk9mGMBkDg/s200/DSC00553.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641765624089506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Action City @ Gardens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QweT91GI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OeuLyIoJsws/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QweT91GI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OeuLyIoJsws/s200/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336643245902255202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QweT91GI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OeuLyIoJsws/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handmade Bracelet by Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QwP-L3kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lekUJxFe2D8/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QwP-L3kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lekUJxFe2D8/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QwP-L3kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lekUJxFe2D8/s200/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336643242052804162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Jean Ure collection ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QvwPr74I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Su1S2BwyZ88/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QvwPr74I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Su1S2BwyZ88/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QvwPr74I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Su1S2BwyZ88/s200/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336643233536274306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Door Sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-Qv8C1OvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AU1WVTjwNmw/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-Qv8C1OvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AU1WVTjwNmw/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-Qv8C1OvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AU1WVTjwNmw/s200/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336643236703582962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My file featuring Robin Thicke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKxwtnmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ztM3yhRuPzc/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKxwtnmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ztM3yhRuPzc/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKxwtnmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ztM3yhRuPzc/s200/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336642598288072290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;History Notes (I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QK4k3JgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VLHtZQWNpe0/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QK4k3JgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VLHtZQWNpe0/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QK4k3JgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VLHtZQWNpe0/s200/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336642600117413378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;History Notes (II)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKsDgqGI/AAAAAAAAANw/_qDJuEA7vJU/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKsDgqGI/AAAAAAAAANw/_qDJuEA7vJU/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKsDgqGI/AAAAAAAAANw/_qDJuEA7vJU/s200/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336642596756301922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKf5t7nI/AAAAAAAAANg/20GmAndDU3Y/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-QKf5t7nI/AAAAAAAAANg/20GmAndDU3Y/s200/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336642593494003314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to own them D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7862115849390441549?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7862115849390441549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7862115849390441549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/05/nitty-ditties.html' title='Nitty Ditties'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/Sg-PaT2Ji6I/AAAAAAAAANY/qhk9mGMBkDg/s72-c/DSC00553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4740397459270960678</id><published>2009-05-16T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:47:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;3 WEEKS OF EPIC FUN COMING AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes people. You can never get tired of exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its always in your face&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHAT EXAMS YOU MAY ASK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SCHOOOOOL MIDTERM! + Mr Raj test during the June holidays which is right after our 2 weeks of school exam. SO ANOTHER week gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;do the math.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weeks of school exams + 1 week of mr raj tests = 3 weeks GONE!&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(note my sarcastic happy emote face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully I'll be going to Lang Tengah (its an island in Malaysia) on the 3-6 of June or something :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God you form 1-3 students. You better enjoy your days cause once you hit form 4. IT AIN'T A BLOODY HONEY MOON YEAR. Heck, you wouldnt even understand what you're learning. Add Maths? HAH how about a 3 pages of answers for just 1 question. History? Stupid crap which I don't give a shit about. Writing essays about god knows what. Physics? GO PHYSICS MY ASS LA. I don't even understand what my physics teacher is saying.  so annoying. Thank god theres tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe we need it to maintain the balance. We need to take some bad along with the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was cool (as in not hot) and the boys didnt come except Ram. Basically half of the boys were gone. IT WAS SO CALMING. We got to sit at the back for once. The fan was nice and the teachers didnt teach. EVEN MRS AMY! WOOHOOO. Actually I'm suppose to study History now but my dad ruined my mood by shouting at me because I picked some pork that my mum just cooked and ate it with my hands and he's so offended by it. OH YEAH my mum's in Genting Highlands now nicely partying there with her colleagues. Now I'm stuck at home with my dad, how awesome is that? Its not. Did I mention I'm left with alot of chores since she's not around? Yes. SO, I'm going to Kavee's house today night so I don't have to deal with my dad. (probably end up fighting again) It shows I'm so lost without my mummy D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always seem to fight with my parents. If I'm not fighting with my mum I'm fighting with my dad and vice versa. They just don't understand me at times. Now I have to write a play for Mr Raj's party with Fazlan, Purnima and Amanda. No idea what to do but I doubt we have time to even discuss thanks to lack of time. My History book is sooo colourful :D All the cute sticky pads and pretty high lighter colours make it fun to read. WOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13th May - HAPPY BIRTHDAY GURPREM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sorray I don't know what to get you so its on hold for the moment D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept telling everyone his birthday was on the 14th. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow this post sucks. I'm not feeling this post. K BYE have to go study :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4740397459270960678?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4740397459270960678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4740397459270960678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-wow.html' title='Oh wow.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8422501469909166505</id><published>2009-04-30T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:28:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All sorts of ships moving at their own speed.</title><content type='html'>Hectic Hectic Hectic&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Social Nite was a success..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats nice. Now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like its still the starting of the year. I'm not used to anything especially Sejarah. I don't know what crap I'm learning and everything is blurred. Ugh, everything seems normal I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know! Feels like I haven't accomplished something,something I don't even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I be busy studying or busy planning another party? &lt;br /&gt;Feels like that night wasn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3265461526093433675-8422501469909166505?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8422501469909166505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8422501469909166505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-sorts-of-ships-moving-at-their-own.html' title='All sorts of ships moving at their own speed.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1234871723366615158</id><published>2009-03-08T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:13:17.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wasn't mean't to be?</title><content type='html'>god.&lt;div&gt;I entered the Astro Slogan Jason Mraz contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't win , so it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my dad called Astro and asked why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said it was very good, we could have won the slogan thingy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long time ago my dad entered an astro contest and won so we couldn't win this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So others would get a shot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, my meet and greet passes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for something so stupid like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid astro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*emotional*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1234871723366615158?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1234871723366615158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1234871723366615158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title='Just wasn&apos;t mean&apos;t to be?'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7274173396506383458</id><published>2009-03-06T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:49:35.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 OUNCES OF AWESOME-NESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbE36Vq_TbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b6WGF0mIEoA/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbE36Vq_TbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b6WGF0mIEoA/s200/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310086911035919794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JASON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MRAZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;KUALA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LUMPUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;just like I thought it would. simply AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:300%;"&gt;PITT ZONE. less than 20 feet away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;it was too awesome. beyond words. when he sang the remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He mixed it with Oasis Wonderwall (love). Pure genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bumping into people due to hyperness :/ Screaming at ever part. every lyric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD. hes so adorable too. He rubbed his tummy while patting his head. HAHA and then did salsa moves and was just being mraz. the dynamo of volition. we did high 5s and 10s and a whole lot of low doughs. hoho. I was high from all of his music I couldn't be bothered if I banged into people. I jumped so much. JUMPED LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. owh the pain on my legs. I was sweating with everyone in the pitt. Jumping like there was no tomorrow. JUMP JUMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had biceps with a tatoo D: oh god. just too much to explain. even words couldnt describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so intense. SCREAMING screaming my bloody heart out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWEAT, HEAT, HIGH, AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@)($_@(_#(@_(#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im definitely going again the next time. This time im making sure I win backstage passes :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3265461526093433675-7274173396506383458?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7274173396506383458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7274173396506383458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/03/40-ounces-of-awesome-ness.html' title='40 OUNCES OF AWESOME-NESS.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbE36Vq_TbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b6WGF0mIEoA/s72-c/DSC01200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7248981342765938949</id><published>2009-02-15T15:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:07:29.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY SHAKILA</title><content type='html'>I joined St Johns this time for merentas desa because,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; naturally&lt;/span&gt; , I was too lazy to run plus I walked a whooping 22km to batu caves. so my left foot is still injured from the walk ..&lt;div&gt;Hitch hiking a random teacher's car back to school (we got lost and had to get help form the police haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Valentines day at first was boring - there was school and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no gifts&lt;/span&gt;.. *epic sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached home, I got a call from Kavee saying they're gonna take me out at 7pm to a hotel for tasty dim sum. Only requirements was to dress nicely. They fetched me and said they needed to pick up a cake from Bangsar Village so I just tagged along ... then as I was walking past the entrance of Chatterbox..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw all them there. (Friends la) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first in my mind I was thinking - "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, like that la now. They never invite me for some outing la. Fine FINE!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kavee was like turning her head behind to look at me and then she smiled. Thats when I realised - "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH.. surprise!&lt;/span&gt;" psssh. (Yes, birthday surprise but its actually on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16h of Feb&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really taken back for a moment, I thought I was dreaming haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was talking laughing taking pictures crapping...blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a heart shaped cake (which I through cut in the middle, LOL)  which was surprisingly really tasty. The fudge was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did some stupid dares like cat walking in the mall and some shit :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presents&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNegs4pKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FHpffwS0vo8/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNegs4pKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FHpffwS0vo8/s200/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302933010310014114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNed5vWGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PJbynXBxyYg/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNed5vWGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PJbynXBxyYg/s200/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302933009558624354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisshala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPYL1T6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/1jCXUsb7mRA/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPYL1T6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/1jCXUsb7mRA/s200/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932750325862306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise and Shen Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPS0dGuI/AAAAAAAAAME/udBrWyGjXJ4/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPS0dGuI/AAAAAAAAAME/udBrWyGjXJ4/s200/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932748885629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPO180SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BQ3Ln_pmN7s/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPO180SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BQ3Ln_pmN7s/s200/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932747818160418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tey Shen Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPEQU3fI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lL4FHVmigXA/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNPEQU3fI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lL4FHVmigXA/s200/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932744975998450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie Sze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNOtXOIfI/AAAAAAAAALs/_-tN8xIGzek/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNOtXOIfI/AAAAAAAAALs/_-tN8xIGzek/s200/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932738830901746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish's annoying note LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMn3CAJ2I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZSorgZECwpU/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMn3CAJ2I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZSorgZECwpU/s200/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932071411361634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie Sze's note on the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnlBwvrI/AAAAAAAAALc/zkR8qRDwR8g/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnlBwvrI/AAAAAAAAALc/zkR8qRDwR8g/s200/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932066578513586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnvKiInI/AAAAAAAAALU/5DXX7EgD9tU/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnvKiInI/AAAAAAAAALU/5DXX7EgD9tU/s200/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932069299659378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake box also destroyed by the Sharpie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnWJwN4I/AAAAAAAAALM/znqPMnyt25c/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnWJwN4I/AAAAAAAAALM/znqPMnyt25c/s200/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932062585501570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annoying la D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnGV-EyI/AAAAAAAAALE/ToUC3xs1zYk/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfMnGV-EyI/AAAAAAAAALE/ToUC3xs1zYk/s200/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302932058341774114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Cake BOX D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7248981342765938949?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7248981342765938949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7248981342765938949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-merentas-desa-2009.html' title='HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY SHAKILA'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SZfNegs4pKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FHpffwS0vo8/s72-c/DSC00511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1786114923413889358</id><published>2009-01-18T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:50:43.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet's talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The natural laws ain't got no constitution&lt;br /&gt;They've got a right to live their own life&lt;br /&gt;But we keep paving over paradise&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause we're only human.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are, only human&lt;br /&gt;If it's our only excuse&lt;br /&gt;How do we think we'll keep on being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; - Only Human&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the song about? Well its about the environment. The "only human" part is like an excuse he's pointing that people are using when Earth is being demolished - a sad excuse to hide our sins. Repeated mistakes that are neglected to be corrected. We keep thinking about all benefits that we're reaping without considering the other living beings well fare. And sadly we go through life by just defending our wrong actions... And when he says we're 'only humans so far' is that we CAN do something about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how he uses wordplay and metaphors  (: &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/3265461526093433675-1786114923413889358?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1786114923413889358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1786114923413889358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/01/evironment.html' title='Environment'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2595498614640877255</id><published>2009-01-03T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:12:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Decided to post about some stuff that happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered pizza for lunch that afternoon and when my cousin opened the box, we found a pizza with NO cheese. Its just the bread,tomato spread, and tomatoes. So wheres the cheese? We HAD NO IDEA. It was pretty hilarious to see because, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ironically&lt;/span&gt;, we ordered the flavour called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Triple Cheese&lt;/span&gt;. Mmmhmm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to M.I.A. - thanks to Kavee who got me hooked to her songs. Shes a Sri Lankan who was born and raised in London. Shes is incredibley talented with her lyrics and beats. The beats used are VERY indian-y (tabla, indian trumpets) then she mixes them with military gun shots and other random sound effects which gives music a whole new wardrobe. Something very different, catchy and ADDICTIVE.  From her songs, she seems very straight forward and strong with her own opinion. I like how it's always in your face and kick ass :P I was listening to Come Around (M.I.A) featuring Timbaland. In my opinion when Timbaland was f'ed up, just ruined the song. Shes's singing something meaningful and here he comes singing something like from Promiscuous Girl. He refers to her as baby girl in the crappy rapping and raps about hooking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Timbaland's crappy rapping part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You and me, need to go to your teepee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is full, and I'm shining.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know you see me.&lt;br /&gt;Put a hump or two on your back&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl you're on fire.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imma just break you off and say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is young&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me wait,&lt;br /&gt;You just might miss your chance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Timbaland, I'm the motherfuckin' man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day, girl, let me get that&lt;br /&gt;Don't get mad&lt;br /&gt;In fact, let me hit that&lt;br /&gt;I've been overkilling them, I break backs&lt;br /&gt;Come down, run down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Girl, where your place at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO YOUR TEEPEE!? We're not bloody red indians you dumbass, we're Indians from India! We live in cottage-ish houses. *Applaudes for Timbaland* - note the sarcasm. What the hell are you talking about fool?! Retarded guy. I think M.I.A. just wants to make a fool out of him or something haha. That would be awesome if she did intend to do that. He made this one of the worse songs in the Kala Album. Thats an accomplishment. *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2595498614640877255?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2595498614640877255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2595498614640877255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2009/01/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5341756551657404122</id><published>2008-12-30T12:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:54:05.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the pmr results of 2008..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mic check mic check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:250;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`lol at font size&lt;/span&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the bag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Checking box on list of things I need to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;Next up - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLORIDA&lt;/span&gt; BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say? :D My Oral for BM &amp;amp; English - straight As.&lt;br /&gt;thanks Pn. Amy *coughs,Michelle,coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, Joy, Happiness! And I was worried for what? pssshhh pssshh. This year SMKBB only 46 students had straight As, last year 50. -__-!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5341756551657404122?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5341756551657404122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5341756551657404122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-pmr-results-of-2008.html' title='and the pmr results of 2008..'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2083711963118537916</id><published>2008-12-28T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:23:34.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's drawing nearer...</title><content type='html'>Just came back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;, awesome trip. So many hot mat salleh guys~ I didn't feel like I was in Malaysia anymore. We celebrated Christmas there and on the night of Christmas Eve we had a big buffet and entertainment by the hotel management. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okaaaay&lt;/span&gt; but the food was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. There was a staff working on the ice cream section and he was extremely funny. He kept shouting 'VANILLA' to attract attention. So much so, everyone including me started referring to him as Vanilla. I remember he even pushed one old guy up stage to do a dance. haha. Naren invented body surfing which was kinda fun if you remove the part where sand enters your clothes :/ I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 tops, 2 shorts, a scarf, 3 accessories and LOADS OF CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm gonna be a diabetic by the end of this month.. ): We decided to go to the waterfalls and needed to climb up a whooping 360+ steps and the road was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody steep&lt;/span&gt; to reach the top (. It was worth it in the end - landscape was breathtaking and we sat at the edge of the end of the waterfall. How cool is that? :D One slip and we'll all fall down the terrifying waterfall. (We'll be lucky enough if we actually survive) Boy, it was freezing cold and I felt annoyed cause I should have brought my swimsuit along to the waterfalls. damn :/ Uncle Mohan played the electric guitar which was pretty awesome with the band in the hotel. That reminds me, few weeks back we went over to his house for a BBQ and he had 4 electric guitars and plenty of weapons (such as a samurai sword, nun chucks, daggers and whatever you can think of - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder how he passed them through flight checks&lt;/span&gt;), he jammed his guitar and started singing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was quite depressing to leave and knowing that PMR results will be released soon I don't think I can bear it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Kept cussing under my breath thinking about it really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my effort this year will really show in my results. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7A&lt;/span&gt;s ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30th December 2008 @ 10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH FORGOT TO WISH everyone :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SUCKERS LOL no la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2083711963118537916?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2083711963118537916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2083711963118537916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-drawing-nearer.html' title='It&apos;s drawing nearer...'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1353332617514392351</id><published>2008-11-14T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:05:06.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed plan</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I went out to watch a movie and to do some shopping etc. I remember I was so excited to watch '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tropic Thunder'&lt;/span&gt; and didn't really care it was 18 and above movie ,cause' seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot miss out on a Ben Stiller movie&lt;/span&gt;! Booked the tickets online and we're suppose to collect the tickets 45 minutes before the movie but we ended up reaching there 15 minutes before the movie. So I tried my luck and went to the collection counter and asked if I could collect the movie tickets. My stupid phone didn't save the number so I gave my handphone number instead. Checking.. and guess what?! I didn't say I booked for Tropic Thunder only Quantum of Solace was seen on the screen. Fine, I realised maybe it cancelled my tickets since we were too late. So the ticket salesperson was like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nevermind, just buy the tickets now&lt;/span&gt;.' There was a sign of relieve and I said alright.. THEN SHE ASKS ME - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you 18 and above?&lt;/span&gt;" I'm like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;" In my mind : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF AM I SAYING!? Oh well.. *looks at clothing* gee, I don't really look like I'm 18? I'm wearing a freaking Bathing Ape shirt, jeans and sneakers with a friggin' sling bag around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She then said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I see proof?&lt;/span&gt;" Next thing I did was say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh crap, I forgot my IC.&lt;/span&gt;" Cherish took out her Student card and on it was '1 Cekal 2006' and she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we were form 6&lt;/span&gt;.  I was like lol-ing and shouting WTF in my mind and so did Cherish. We couldn't believe she said that. Would she actually buy that? Of course she didn't. She demanded proof with that annoying face. Then we decided to pick another movie and the rest were 18 and above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me : That one&lt;br /&gt;Lady : No 18 and above&lt;br /&gt;Me : The Coffin?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : 18 and above&lt;br /&gt;Me : Bangkok Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Lady : 18&lt;br /&gt;Me : Max Payne?!&lt;br /&gt;Lady : 18&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mama Mia?&lt;br /&gt;Shen Ni : watched it... twice.&lt;br /&gt;*beginning to feel depserate*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyah, we watch High School Musical la.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish : NO.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Madagascar 2?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Sorry only in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine, House Bunny.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL YES true story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're already 15 &lt;/span&gt;and in the 21st century our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minds are already corrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Goddammit! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CORRUPTED&lt;/span&gt;. I don't see how a 3 year difference is such a big leap? At this rate, I'm gonna just buy more pirated DVDs. I remember last time I went out, they gave us tickets to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;18 and above movies. and weeks later, they don't? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1353332617514392351?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1353332617514392351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1353332617514392351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/11/failed-plan.html' title='Failed plan'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1512253168334634026</id><published>2008-11-08T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:30:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't seen mine</title><content type='html'>Just finished PMR and still there are problems I have to face with relationships with friends. Just when you think when everything is falling into place.. you close your eyes for a minute, letting your guard down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turns blur, you think '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huh what? since when did this happen&lt;/span&gt;?' and then the rest is up to you to fill in the spaces to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this really what you want?&lt;br /&gt;You think this is the best way?&lt;br /&gt;Is the silent treatment gonna make you feel a lot better?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a man of your word?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I think not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing my respect for that person.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did to deserve this . . but I've realised it's not my loss neither it is what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what I did that made you like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get what you put in and people get what they deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll keep moving on and only god knows why&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid Rock - 'Only God Knows Why'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1512253168334634026?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1512253168334634026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1512253168334634026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-aint-seen-mine.html' title='I ain&apos;t seen mine'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5957268772985357690</id><published>2008-11-05T12:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:48:56.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 3 months..</title><content type='html'>My whole schedule was hectic for the past few months. I mean everyday.. well almost everyday I had tuition, even during the holidays! But after all the "hard" work and &lt;span class="query"&gt;perseverance through it all was wroth it because in the end ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR WAS NOT THAT BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... and I was worrying for what? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="query"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well on downfalls was the Science paper 2. It was so bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="query"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;excruciating to answer&lt;/span&gt; and they gave really stupid and vague questions to answer. Some schools already got the questions leaked out to their students so it was fine for them. BUT MOST OF US, found it terribly difficult. I have a feeling they will lower the standards, knowing our poor education system (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="query"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We weren't that excited when we left the hall on the last day and some kids were playing fire crackers outside of the school and got in trouble later. Still there were some awkward memories in the hall like the 'ketua pengawas' called my ugly drawing a potianak during a test. (I was doodling immensely on my question paper) Another 'pengawas' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="query"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;also said my drawing was nice and said I had a talent *perasan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="query"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath of PMR? One word : BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home, it felt like I still needed to study something but I don't know what. It was hard for some of us to realise we just finished PMR and need not to study all of our stupid subjects anymore especially Kemahiran Hidup and Geography. Till today I still can't believe I just finished a stupid exam that I've preparing myself for 3 years for that only tested us for 5 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was nice enough to take us for short field trips : Science Centre , Arts Museum and even KLCC! In the Art Museum we saw many traditional items, souvenir shops and galleries. We had a chance to see artists at work painting awesome paintings. We met a painter who was a marine biologist who does research about marine life in Malaysia (go figure~). He also is a  brilliant painter with full of enthusiasm  and incredible talent. He talked to us about marine life and stuff related to it (he was trying to inspire us and it really worked). He was 10% away from completing a painting for the king. o__o NOW WE KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I watched a movie called "The Inconvenient Truth" by Al Gore. Its about global warming and the affects of it. Who knew he was about to be the next president of the United State, but to his misfortune,  stupid Bush won. If he would have been the president  I'm very sure the world would be a better place and global warming will stop. He decided to run for president because he wanted to voice out global warming and stop this epidemic. As he said "We're now in the period of consequences". Who knew Africa had once the largest lake in the world but now its dried up.. All of hurricanes, droughts are caused by global warming, even the bleaching of the sea corals. I feel so annoyed to see how selfish and inconsiderate humans are and feel most pity towards the other living creatures. As I'm typing and as we speak, the ice caps are melting and they are our only source of reflecting heat off the earth. Soon the sea level will rise and we'll all drown and live in despair. Sometimes it feels like we cant do anything now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the technology and equipment to stop this from happening but we still keep repeating the same bad habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="query"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5957268772985357690?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5957268772985357690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5957268772985357690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-3-months.html' title='After 3 months..'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2250746762086050261</id><published>2008-08-03T10:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:47:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG cherish</title><content type='html'>OMG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENNY/BUTTOCK GIRL/EMMANUEL'S ARM REST&lt;/span&gt;. IT IS YOUR FRIGGIN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIRTHDAY TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 August 1993&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A really sesated girl was born in Penang (homeland of food) and till today she still suffers from sesatness/butt-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Today she as reached another year older -15 years to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partner in crime, my other half and ultimately.. my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SJUd_foIQYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uJ6wAvz4sCY/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SJUd_foIQYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uJ6wAvz4sCY/s200/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230119518919475586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHERISH KHOO TSU FEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a/p *insert Cherish's dad's name here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so proud of you buttock :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry but this is the only recent picture i got of you on my phone. I'm sure you wouldn't want me putting the 13 year old pictures. haha. This picture is taken on Denise's Birthday Outing lunch in Chilies. I took a picture of her taking a picture of food so she put that picture on her blog. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2250746762086050261?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2250746762086050261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2250746762086050261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-cherish.html' title='OMG cherish'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SJUd_foIQYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uJ6wAvz4sCY/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-391823042996568347</id><published>2008-08-01T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:09:45.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Just for the fun of it.. I'm posting again! I've decided to change my blog purpose and not only for my daily ramblings but something alot more personal and mature. (HAH, you're actually hearing that from me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you looked through my old posts, it's more of crap than nothing of something.Get what I mean? You don't have to ;) Plus, all my of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my good English and grammar&lt;/span&gt;" = broken English/Manglish I used as I got lazy. Eh. Well not all of it okay?! This year's post are nice reads and more deep thoughts rather than crapping. So hopefully I can maintain my bright and more thoughtful posts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WANT QUALITY NOT QUANTITY&lt;/span&gt;. Eventhough I get excited typing alot and posting a mountain full of words of "wisdom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sickens me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR Trials are next week, 2 days from now Jason Mraz is performing in Singapore&lt;/span&gt; and yeah that's pretty much it that's bugging me. OH GOD HOW I HATE THE "PISSIN-OFFNESS" of life. No, I've been loving Mr A-Z for the past few years now and I really enjoy his music. The lyrics actually MEAN something. and that something is life. He's swift with words but when you actually take the trouble to understand what he's actually saying, It means alot. Maybe you should take the time to download those old songs like The Remedy and what not. I saw this youtube video (Jason Mraz, of course..) he did a live performance somewhere and sang The Remedy with the congas. In between the song, he starts singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oasis - Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;. One of my all time favourites! I was practically screaming on my wheely chair. He is awfully talented and best of all, he sounds so much better live than in his albums. I was in a Jason Mraz fanatic mode after finding out he was coming down to Singapore. I found more videos of him and saw a short video - a fan took of him playing a song to them. He realized they were recording him and then he told them to wait while took out his own camera and recorded them recording him! haha. Such a sweet guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to all those old songs. The songs that actually meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me how much I dislike (as I think the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;" is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too strong&lt;/span&gt; to be used in a sentence like this) rappers like 50 Cent, Soulja Boy and all those sad ass posers. All they do is blabber crap/brag on how many girls they banged , money they get from distributing drugs and people they killed. wtf? Sorry but it's the sad truth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No offense to all those people out there who idolise them&lt;/span&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curbside Prophet&lt;/span&gt; :) double take !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-391823042996568347?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/391823042996568347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/391823042996568347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1674605080247626030</id><published>2008-08-01T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:19:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speck!</title><content type='html'>It's a small world after all. LITERALLY. It is.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my dad sent me this slide show.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey from micro to macro cosmos&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just start from the Earth orbiting the sun. Then move up another.. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trillion kilometers&lt;/span&gt; (oh and that's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE light year&lt;/span&gt;) and now the sun is just a regular star among other stars around it. 10 light years and we won't be able to see the sun anymore but just a blank space of "nothingness". 1000 light years - We are at a corner of the milky way (that's the galaxy we're in). Now we're gonna get the whole view of the Milky Way Galaxy (10,000 light years) and FINALLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 million light years.. (haha. multiply that by a trillion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see other galaxies around the Milky Way. And no, that's not all. That is just how much we've only discovered. Only imagination can take us further and for all we know we're being looked under a microscope by other larger beings. Maybe these galaxies other than the Milky Way are portals to another dimension far more complex than ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! WHAT IS SMALLER THAN AN ATOM? PROTONS! WHAT'S SMALLER THAN THAT? well some tiny yet colourful particles called "quarks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far can we go? Is there not limit?&lt;br /&gt;These questions are probably running through your mind because it sure has gone through mine. And of course the existence of ALIENS has pondered our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"OUR IMAGINATION HAS NO LIMITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CANT BE THE ONLY ONES RIGHT?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of  things fascinate me and I have this hungry desire to know more.&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy but I really do think Aliens EXIST! Its just a matter of time of when they wanna contact us ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a Curbside Prophet with my hand in a pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1674605080247626030?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1674605080247626030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1674605080247626030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/08/speck.html' title='Speck!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7140991227901217674</id><published>2008-07-12T23:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:17:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HACKED</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. &lt;strong&gt;MY hotmail account was hacked&lt;/strong&gt; D: UNFORTUNATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is such a disappointment cause I'm oh so careful and no one else BUT ME knows my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an individual that did this to me but a stupid hacking hijacker virus shit that attacked me from msn. JUST BY TALKING TO ME (through a friend who had the virus too) crashed my acocunt right after i signed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This time it wasn't a link. I never accepted anything! Just chatting!&lt;br /&gt;chat only - no accepting any files sent or clicking any links.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect it was a key logger program.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shitting bricks when they said my password was wrong. I signed into kavee's msn and I found my account was online. It started to chat the same it did like how it chatted with me through my friend's account. OH GOD. Thankfully kavee's account wasn't affected :D or else, I would have been feeling reaaaalllyy guilty D: right kavee? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, everything is gone.. all my contacts, my fun reads on emails, display pictures saved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE just like that. &lt;strong&gt;I had that email since I was like.. what? 10? 11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damn those hacker shit and fuggers who just wanna ruin everyones day. Seriously, GO GET A LIFE. *chokes them with my hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and before that, I stupidly accepted a file from Michelle through msn the day before and it was some stupid spyware which then attached to my hard drive. Now I have to revamp the computer. WTF. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?! I mean I don't fall for those stupid msn files tricks and now I don't know why.. IT GOT ME! I'm always so careful, this is horrible D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't cry over spilt milk now I guess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rest in peace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:shakila196@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shakila196@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; it was a good run :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADD ME NOW&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:shortshaki@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shortshaki@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yeah... and..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW YOU HACKERS period&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7140991227901217674?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7140991227901217674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7140991227901217674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/07/hacked.html' title='HACKED'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5539857251594763184</id><published>2008-06-28T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:47:05.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; SINCE WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I POSTED?! dear god D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really lazy and busy with the offline life and I've now found the time to log in some new paragraphs. I can't remember much but we've been practicing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; for Mr Raj's party dance for like so many days and hours non-stop that we become lazier to study and even forgot we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; coming up. I felt so guilty but it felt so good not looking at books &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; for once. We also danced at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BSC&lt;/span&gt; (sports complex) and managed to take a video of it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trishna&lt;/span&gt; put it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; which is kinda sad cause' it was crappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY 19/6 &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I've got it. I ACTUALLY got it. I was so worried I wouldn't, but I did. Thank god. My mum was the more excited than I was that it was kinda funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't go out the next day and I had to miss class.. so depressing D: I think my ceremony will be on August, not sure :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;points at everyone laughing&lt;/em&gt;* I FINISHED ALL MY STUPID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; PROJECTS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;! I remember Leyla , Michelle and I went stayed back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; more later in school (Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July .__.) to finish our '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pematrian'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; work and they didn't have any '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;em&gt;timah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; except ME. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HOHO&lt;/span&gt;! But it was only a few though~ so I suffered the heat with that tiny bit just to complete it while Leyla was like a scavenger finding for scraps of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;em&gt;timah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everywhere including the floor,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. Then, like a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;, I helped her to hold the thing down while she '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mematri'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but she, instead, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;panicked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and hit me with the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pematrian'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rod which&lt;strong&gt; burnt my finger&lt;/strong&gt;.. ouch. IT HURT. I'll never forgive you LEYLA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;MAHIRAH&lt;/span&gt; NOR but I did.. on Monday. Then on the same day, like 15 minutes after I reached home, they called to tell me the teacher found the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;em&gt;timah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And I had to suffer with one small thing and found it when I LEFT! WHAT!??! WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, on Monday, I found out mine didn't work and I had to remove some of the bits and do it again with Leyla's help it turned out beautifully (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I forgave her) and IT WORKED. my stupid board of metal &lt;strong&gt;made sound and emitted light&lt;/strong&gt; when I put on the battery. I wanted to cry :') I would like to thank these people for making this all happen for me : Michelle, Leyla, Cherish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt;! *throws flower petals on them* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; when it hit me. I've completed all my damn folios and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;kh&lt;/span&gt; projects for the year. I've done it. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/6 - Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt; we actually did some practical work instead of taking down notes and reading our fat text book.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WE DID BAKING&lt;/strong&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;enojyed&lt;/span&gt; it cause we didn't have to study, just eat whatever we made. I didn't do anything really, just looked at everyone and ate the results &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. lazy bum = S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hakila&lt;/span&gt;. We (which I mean, the class except me) made chocolate cake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;raisin&lt;/span&gt; cookies. TO MY SURPRISE, the cake wasn't bad at all despite the fact we didn't use cooking chocolate but only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;meer&lt;/span&gt; bitter cocoa powder. It was smooth and crispy on the outside and warm and soft in the inside :D Not bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; the excess cake mixture bits? Its a tasty snack which I usually eat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kavee's&lt;/span&gt; house when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; bakes chocolate cakes. It's a really gooey texture filled with chocolate goodness. Anyways, Leyla was pigging out on it, not only was she stealing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;raisins&lt;/span&gt; (okay.. we were both guilty of stealing handfuls of raisins).. she ate the cake mixture bits (with a spoon,thank god.) Then some of the other girls saw Leyla doing it and put their fingers in it to lick it too. &lt;strong&gt;Fine if its just one dip but they did it again with the same finger.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; Its disgusting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;unhygienic&lt;/span&gt; DEAR GOD!&lt;/strong&gt; Leyla was scared and also thanking god cause' she already took her share before anyone did in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hygienic&lt;/span&gt; manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay what really made me &lt;strong&gt;lose my appetite&lt;/strong&gt; was when the girls who did the &lt;strong&gt;double-dipping-licking-with-the-same-finger helped teacher to mould the cookies. I'm PRETTY SURE THEY DID NOT WASH THEIR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;FRIGGIN&lt;/span&gt; HANDS&lt;/strong&gt;. I felt like throwing up but you could smell the cookie mixture and it was good. Then the other people (like me) who witnessed it were turned off but felt awfully horrible by their actions. Kinda inconsiderate of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I told myself, WHAT THE HECK. its so damn good and ate it cause' the heat would have killed the germs in it :D IT TASTED GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR THE FUN BIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MR RAJ'S 74&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; PARTY! on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; JUNE 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day we've all been waiting and trained for :D I won't miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of detail and I'll start FROM THE START when I first woke up on that day! NO LA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Iklil&lt;/span&gt; made a list of things to bring and wear and also a list of hair styles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;aiyah&lt;/span&gt; just tie up into a ponytail since they had a problem with my hair in my face -.- Wore a white thank top and a blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; :D a lollipop chain~ When I entered the car, oh shit.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Kavee&lt;/span&gt; and I were wearing the same thing only hers was green tank top, orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and the chain and tank top we bought were the same brand, only different pattern (the pendant).  damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Entered the building and up to the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor. Everyone looked completely different with their outfits and sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; :0 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; was like so pretty with her make up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; Ni with her cute top and matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;polka dot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;! The only make up I managed to put on was lip gloss which really made my lips nice and lush - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt;.We were escorted to the stage by the form 5s and DID OUR THING! It was kinda alright la. I didn't freak out while I was doing it and most importantly, didn't SCREW UP! For the first time, usually, I would always screw up something when I dance in a performance.. BUT I DIDN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT OH NO! Its too good to be true..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the fashion show part. OH BOY it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;emabaressing&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a green blouse with detailed prints on it and some jeans as my theme was casual wear. OH MY. I even wore a handbag (the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Asmeeta&lt;/span&gt; gave) and ballet flats and some lip gloss :0 I went up did my thing and oh boy, was EUGENE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;CHONG&lt;/span&gt; EUGENE awesome. He opened his outer shirt and then came front and swung it. The crowd was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Blew me away :') Then for the final pose, I was walking and suddenly I heard a sound - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;oaaaa&lt;/span&gt;" like that and then I looked down and saw that my pendant was on the floor looking up at me. I quickly picked it up but thankfully the crowd's attention was at Eugene who surprised us all. I'm so proud of him I could just &lt;em&gt;squeeze him&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Okaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; we saw all the dance performances were nice but very expected to see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;bhangra&lt;/span&gt; dancing.  Mr Raj gave a speech and thanked everyone for the personal messages specially written by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt;. I was like "OH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;" *hides face* I only wrote "Thanks &lt;em&gt;for teaching me ... maths :D&lt;/em&gt;"  So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;embaressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He was also surprised to see Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; dressed as a goth princess (he didn't even recognize it was her). She wore a skirt with leggings, skull top and her eyes with thick eye liner and eye shadow. PLUS SHE DYED HER HAIR with streaks of purple. AWESOME WEI~! :D The form 5s performed a sketch which was directed Mrs. Dev. They finished it with Mrs Dev and Mrs Brahma (the two sisters of Mr Raj) dancing the Indian dance - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Baranathiam&lt;/span&gt;. Really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were judged by a panel of judges - ex form 5s. We don't know the results as it will be announced next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; :D can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5539857251594763184?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5539857251594763184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5539857251594763184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/06/25-days.html' title='25 DAYS!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-5602068253789140577</id><published>2008-06-03T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:31:10.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>I was planning on updating after the holidays but since I have a feeling nothing will happening for the next few days, I might as well do it now. Last week, we didn't have anything interesting events but we had tons of dance practices and tuition. Dead tired and fed up. I couldn't enjoy myself as I keep thinking about the crappy tests, homework and PMR coming ahead. This sucks.. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we planned a &lt;strong&gt;"surprise" birthday party for Denise&lt;/strong&gt; but it wasn't much of a surprise when some of us including accidently slipped a few things to her. hah. But eventually we managed to complete our duty and had a good time (: The cake was from Secret Recipe and it wrote "&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Ah Eeng&lt;/strong&gt;". LOL Shen Ni calls her that. We planned it that the staff of Chilis surprise her with a cake and sing to her lol and thats what happened. Everyone was full and couldn't even eat the cake properly. We took a group photo and I looked damn good, for once! Went and watched Superheroes again! :D Super funny and I laughed like an orang gila which made&lt;em&gt; Shen Ni scared&lt;/em&gt;, hohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, everyone became quiet after the show. Pavithran was like asking wanna go bowling? I just like shrugged (which was the most annoying thing to do) . I felt like kicking myself la, I feel so horrible, like so long I never see a close friend then I just shrug and never layan.WTF?! I miss the old days when we crapped everytime and laughed and talked and just be normal. WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE DAYS!? I wanna kick myself repeatedly till I die. I'm a fcking bastard, how can I do such a thing? It so rude. I'm so sorry.. Then,went to arcade also played like 1 miserable game cause' the rest of the nice games were occupied. Asked Fazlan is he could chase the 2 Chinese guys that were playing Crisis 2. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle had a scary face on (the one i would use on my parents) which made Cherish and I miserable. &lt;strong&gt;SEE KARMA! Thanks alot -__-!&lt;/strong&gt; I went home unsatisfied and horrible. I don't like neglecting friends, I don't like not being happy and I don't like if everyone else isn't enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES PEOPLE. IT WAS A CRAPPY-SHITTY OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so pissed to type. GAH. I feel crappy now,you have no idea. I hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-5602068253789140577?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5602068253789140577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/5602068253789140577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/06/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2649100433285014323</id><published>2008-05-25T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:01:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aren't we all searching,looking and working for it? What you might say&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;strong&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Its the way on how we look on life and overcome our problems and facing them too. Start by looking on the bright side. That's what I always teach myself and use it daily with things get me down. Today, I just laid back and started thinking about this word. Happiness. Doesn't everything we aim for in life.. link to happiness? Let's start by throwing around a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misfortunate&lt;/span&gt; events&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that could happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1#&lt;/strong&gt; I get sacked from tuition. (NO, NOT HAPPENING.)&lt;br /&gt;Terrible thing,yeah? Maybe someone else who needs it more than I do can have a shot in improving his/her studies. I can improve on my own studying capabilities and improve my learn-myself skills or learn to manage my own studying timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2#&lt;/strong&gt; A friend changes school&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A huge loss to me but instead of being selfish and want to keep him/her to yourself, you could start by thinking about their happiness and their benefits rather than your own personal feelings. Wouldn't it be nice if they had a great opportunity to start out fresh and receive better education somewhere else and you'll be rejoicing with them for their success and be proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3#&lt;/strong&gt; I get scolding from a teacher/parent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Your pride recked and total humiliation but still.. I think its best you reveal your flaws rather than hiding them so you can fix your mistakes. They only scold you cause' they care and want to make you a better person. Instead of cursing them, thank them for caring about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone one of us in this god forsaken world wants and needs it to keep moving on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get hurt, time will heal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life goes on, it ain't gonna wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life gives you lemons, make lemonade out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One man's meat is another man's poison.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sounds corny but it really holds a lot of meaning which I think we can all use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to something a lot more interesting! *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Teacher's Celebration Day held in our school for the whole day and Denise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teoh's&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY! She's turned 15 and joined the old gang group which consists of me. The day before, we had a vote for teachers who is like the best couple and prettiest etc etc~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I first told them to vote En &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; for most funniest then the suddenly wrote everything &lt;strong&gt;En &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to our surprise, he won many categories : &lt;strong&gt;Coolest,Best Smile,Funniest&lt;/strong&gt; (can't remember others). Our sleeping pill teacher who pulls up his pants 3/4 of the time WON THOSE CATEGORIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 9am - dance practice. Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; Sports Complex and started practicing in the hall down there and whats worse, no one even booked it. So we thought we could sneak it since no one was looking then right after our teacher left, the retarded guard came in and kicked us out and we went up to the corridor. We were about to start and then the guard came AGAIN and scolded us to come down. We walked to the nearby park and practiced~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Asmeeta&lt;/span&gt; was like doing the moves so fast and thought we could cope in just one demo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch I went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; Ni and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BV&lt;/span&gt; and ate at Chatterbox (the backed cheese rice so damn good but filling, didn't share with them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;) Then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; Sushi and ate there and met up with Denise. Started laughing like shit when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; told the story when she saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rempits&lt;/span&gt;. She was under shock, the first thing she did was wear earrings! I literally ROFL-ed. Then was about to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jammin&lt;/span&gt;' with them at Lucky Garden, the guy's shop was closed and they called the number and he sounded scary and the line was cut. Then I received an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; on my phone from the number saying the battery low. I got scared , cause it was my phone and dunno who was up there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised tomorrow there is a Science test and I have to go study D:&lt;br /&gt;Seems like every post ends with 'I have to go study' shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; Ni TAGGED ME~ *touched*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!! friends and family and the computer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Where do you wish to get married? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the beach~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my early 30s or late 20s? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Are you in love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Low's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, Lucky Garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O__o Don't remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) What is your full name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shakila&lt;/span&gt; Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can't decide :D Love them both to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Christina or Britney?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Florida or any place which makes ice cream D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Hugs or kisses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;denise's&lt;/span&gt; partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;ii) she laughs so innocently&lt;br /&gt;iii) she loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;patrick&lt;/span&gt; more than me D:&lt;br /&gt;iv) she has 2 eyes&lt;br /&gt;v) and she has a butt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Things I say too often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;AIYOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;AIYAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt; LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;shuddap&lt;/span&gt; la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) 8 books I've read recently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Songs I could listen to over and over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Paulson&lt;/span&gt;- Calling on you&lt;br /&gt;Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Tsuchiya&lt;/span&gt; - Rose and Lucy&lt;br /&gt;Olivia - Wish&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - In too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Things I learned last year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to make tasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) 8 people to tag :-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2649100433285014323?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2649100433285014323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2649100433285014323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-754913702626022734</id><published>2008-05-18T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:35:58.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR Projects 2008</title><content type='html'>Hello friends/Random Viewers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the last short and not so sweet post cause' I know you were left disappointed right?! RIGHT?! *coughs* Its because the last week I didn't have much to say and well I didn't do anything for mother's day but slacked at home and studying. ITS NOT MY FAULT! They pushed all the hard subjects on the last two days (mid year test) . But at least I drew something for her, plus I don't have any coloured ink or any printer ink for the matter so I had to show my mum through the computer. LOL. My dad was like, &lt;em&gt;eh you drew her so skinny&lt;/em&gt;. SO MEAN LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, I remember I went to visit my aunty and uncle last week. Talked with Nimi akka and discussed sensitive issues (to some) like why girls our age act as though they're in their 30s. It is kinda true la, I mean we're only 15 and already we're wearing handbags like Gucci and all those expensive brands which I can't remember right now.Even Nimi akka dosen't remember wearing any handbags at our age, till now she dosen't and still is pretty cool without one. I can understand la, if girls wear those big ones which have cute designs like what Cherish uses but not those type where I see my mum using. Honestly even I cant see myself wearing one, I feel retarded, one small girl only wearing one. Maybe I'll wear one when I actually start earning my own money. The closet thing to handbags that I use are sling bags hah. &lt;em&gt;C'mon, lets act our age&lt;/em&gt;. But this is &lt;strong&gt;MY THOUGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;, please don't be offended. It is what &lt;strong&gt;I think&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, Saturday in tuition, Asmeeta was telling about one stupid radiation thing being emitted by planet Mars which can effect our cell phones. She said to off it at 11pm and it can cause cancer and what not. But the truth is, since a long time, cellphones form the beginning radiates radiation. Well of course? How are you supposed to send those images and text through the air? Through studies, too much radiation form the phones can cause brain tumour and other problems. I think anything wireless does that and the television and computer. Life is short, I don't care. &lt;em&gt;Just don't be too paranoid about it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole day was running around trying to finish the Geography and History project. God damn this! I'm so tired of doing crappy work like this, I need a holiday and thank god it's coming next week. Teachers day was well boring, we didn't do anything special. Its a pity Mrs.Linda wasn't around, If not I would give her something. Oh yes, Cherish made me play Gunz again and I downloaded it already. I'm stuck at level 17 and never got around to play Gunz cause' of the stupid projects bestowed on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;guess what? I got&lt;strong&gt; 56% for KH&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I'm also &lt;em&gt;pretty pissed off&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I EFFIN' STUDIED LA&lt;/strong&gt; .wth. &lt;em&gt;All the damn things that I studied never came out&lt;/em&gt;. WTF &lt;strong&gt;KH is SUPPOSED TO BE EFFIN' PRACTICAL WORK&lt;/strong&gt;. so why the fish am I sitting for a f' ed up &lt;strong&gt;paper test&lt;/strong&gt; which dosen't make any sense. SCREW the kerajaan for screwing up our lives with pointless subjects. I hope you're happy for screwing up all of my happiness. And to those who wanna migrate to Malaysia and give your kids Malaysian education, DONT. Cause you don't wanna rot your children's mind with stupid shitty crap. I hope Malaysia will die :D Then no other students should suffer like what I am and every other child is right now. Malaysia's education system is so fked up that its tortures children and yes, there are tons of cases of student who don't produce their A's -committing suicide. That's why we should burn the brainless kerajaan committee and all those datuks and datins. Useless bapoks. yay! Because of this, many students won't be able to find their true potential in life. &lt;strong&gt;SCREW IT.period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for 26th May though, at least I can acutally look forward to something - Chapter 75 of Nana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pissed off! (: bye~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-754913702626022734?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/754913702626022734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/754913702626022734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/05/pmr-projects-2008.html' title='PMR Projects 2008'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4498039873707834991</id><published>2008-05-11T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:47:59.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the title above :D&lt;br /&gt;Made this specially for my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SCZfaRzsSbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9NI7NI_w06k/s1600-h/mothersdaywoots.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198947724907268530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SCZfaRzsSbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9NI7NI_w06k/s200/mothersdaywoots.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uh whole week had exams and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; mentally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna finsish it soon by next Tuesday .. bleh sorry I got nothing much to type now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL BYE D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4498039873707834991?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4498039873707834991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4498039873707834991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SCZfaRzsSbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9NI7NI_w06k/s72-c/mothersdaywoots.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-1551642897527262169</id><published>2008-05-01T14:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:47:59.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>Lets start from Saturday! Went to the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: #feafbb"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; with Leyla for the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: #75dcdc"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt; project thingy. Oh by the ways, HAPPY LABOUR DAY! We went there around 2pm and we explored and to our dismay, the &lt;strong&gt;'Wau' section was closed&lt;/strong&gt;. At least we bought the tickets, there's some proof we need that we went. First of all, the museum is actually quite a creepy place because there were mannequins everywhere! &lt;em&gt;I even thought the two real people from a far distance were mannequins&lt;/em&gt;. lol!Walking through the museum was like walking through our History textbooks cause' all the pictures were taken from the museum. Honestly the mannequins are scary and we took some pictures with them too. OH YEAH Forgot to mention I also made a sign so we can take pictures with it. Eventually we didn't do much and ended gossiping and talking to each other.. Then Leyla's dad spotted a place in there about Malay culture and there nothing about Wau but we only saw some Wau(s) hanging on the ceiling. So we took some stupid pictures and ran away! Went back to Leyla's house, talked some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuesday I watched the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: #feafbb"&gt;Human Body - Discovery Channel&lt;/span&gt;. Its about the brain this time, few weeks before that I watched the eye. Oh man, after watching that I was so amazed on the brain's capabilities. &lt;em&gt;I was so &lt;strong&gt;engrossed&lt;/strong&gt; as though I was watching the climax scene of my favourite soap&lt;/em&gt;. If you don't watch the Human Body - WATCH IT. OKAY? And no its not boring, because they made it such a way its so detailed and action -packed. I can't explain it, it was awesome. Now I can never underestimate the brain or any part of the body. I couldn't stop thinking about it and I even dreams about it haha. Even after I reached school and sat in class.. I kept blabbering it to Michelle and she was like "ya ya" after I wasted my saliva and breath talking about it lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; - We had tuition geography test, form 3 - chapters 1-8. Yes, it was hell when you have to wake up at 7.30 (starts from 8am - 11am) on a public holiday and strain your tired eyes on a test you barely studied for. It wasn't that bad considered I only studied once :D Later I went to &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: #75dcdc"&gt;Petaling Jaya&lt;/span&gt; and bought some shoes and a tee.&lt;em&gt; Cheap cheap ma.&lt;/em&gt; The traffic wasn't as bad compared to India. Sigh I found so many gay couples walking around (I think I'm 5% homophobe) and some strange/weird/scary (which ever you would prefer to call those people who look like they took drugs) Guess I'm not really used to that atmosphere. Then suddenly when we were walking, we saw like an ambulance van on our way, then like few steps ahead there was a police car. Then we turned to the right and there was a &lt;span style="BACKGROUND: #feafbb"&gt;dead body&lt;/span&gt; covered with a black plastic sheet. My mum was like &lt;strong&gt;'OMG I think someone shot him&lt;/strong&gt;!' I was like REALLY?! Then we came to find out &lt;strong&gt;someone just had a heart attack&lt;/strong&gt;. I kept asking my dad can we go see the body? And hes like 'Don't be stupid.' :D After 2 hours and 30 minutes of shopping we left for home. On the way home in the car, my mum suddenly was like screeched abit and went 'omg' and my dad had a horror stricken face. I was like whats was wrong? Then I looked at where they were looking and right infront of us,a Kancil car lost control and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: #75dcdc"&gt;hit a lamp post&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The lamp post fell and hit a van&lt;/strong&gt;! Thank god the family in the Van was safe and just missed the top of the car - it only hit the engine part. Whats worse was there were children inside the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats what I call Labour Day's Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl3Cjhj8HI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cq38HwavxyU/s1600-h/sadasdasd.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195314530928029810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl3Cjhj8HI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cq38HwavxyU/s200/sadasdasd.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay! its me infront of the museum that day with a blurred face for privacy purposes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl3bThj8II/AAAAAAAAAG8/mM9RulMMmaE/s1600-h/hienkchua.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195314956129792130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl3bThj8II/AAAAAAAAAG8/mM9RulMMmaE/s200/hienkchua.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and If you're vision impaired, I have enlarged the image of the sign I made (mentioned earlier in my post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : Encik Chua - OUR SLEEPING PILL.. HISTORY TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl4Sjhj8JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eI4-zyNPI8w/s1600-h/shoashdpasd.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195315905317564562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl4Sjhj8JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eI4-zyNPI8w/s200/shoashdpasd.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes I bought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday for a week.. EXAM again. :(&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to do anything now, I wanna rest and maybe continue my homework later.&lt;br /&gt;GRR red ants biting me now.How did they get on the computer table? no idea. bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-1551642897527262169?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1551642897527262169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/1551642897527262169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/05/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SBl3Cjhj8HI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cq38HwavxyU/s72-c/sadasdasd.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2312371009971125745</id><published>2008-04-26T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:33:05.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me down by the broken tree house,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;Nightly, beside the green, green grass&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing, swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I love that song and I can't forgive myself that I had forgotten that famous 90s song by &lt;strong&gt;Sixpence None the Richer&lt;/strong&gt;. Well one of the contestants on SMKBB sang it and I was like so happy listening it to it again. And now I keep playing it and remembered the lyrics by heart! God, 90s music = BESTESTESTEST ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about SMKBB idol? It was so-so and we had to rush around to get tickets and everything. SO annoying. Then the contestants were like singing so softly. REALLY softly as though they were mumbling. There was this girl who was really good. She sang and suddenly the music went off and she continued! And her voice was strong but unfortunately she won 3rd place which sucked so bad. I voted for her too! :( Walked back to Denise's house and played with BOOBIE! Boobie pissed at a corner like so sesat :D Now she's not biting anymore, no, shes scratching. &lt;em&gt;I wanna kidnap her one day&lt;/em&gt; *coughs* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today! I'm like&lt;strong&gt; 3/4 finished with my History Project&lt;/strong&gt;! WOO! We had to space like 2 times so I had to space 2 times the WHOLE THING AGAIN! Cause I forgot - o -! Later going to the museum with Leyla to get us some tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, too all the ladies out there, &lt;em&gt;have you ever realised that men are the most complicated things out there&lt;/em&gt;? I mean maths problems are easier to solve. I don't understand what they're even thinking. Its &lt;strong&gt;so difficult&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to them. ITS JUST HARD! But I still keep trying even if I still get pushed down. I dont know for you I may be blabbering stuff but yeah, IM NOT! Maybe that person is not ready, I don't know. I think I'm just gonna give up now. Fed up of trying my best. I've got better things to do like PMR then worry about that ... &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats happening for the June event now. o__o WHEN ARE WE GONNA START PRACTISING!? D: dammit! Oh btws, I'm now paired up with Eugene for the run way show thing. Our theme : nerds. WHAT!? I know, Shakila Martin a nerd?! HOW CAN THIS BE?! no la haha. Teacher gave one good look at Eugene and saw nerd and now its our theme! I'm just gonna be dressed as a school girl, I don't do nerd keh! :P Plus, they said they wanted to plait my hair... NO WAY OK?! &lt;strong&gt;No one touches my hair&lt;/strong&gt; .. but me or the hairstylist. Thats about it I guess of my weekly ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 may   pmr diagnostic (mid year)                       oh shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2312371009971125745?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2312371009971125745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2312371009971125745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiss-me-down-by-broken-tree-house.html' title='kiss me down by the broken tree house,'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7259662235316850431</id><published>2008-04-18T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:56:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress again please!</title><content type='html'>yay im having &lt;strong&gt;mood swings&lt;/strong&gt; and stuff like that. one time i can be on top of the world and then down .. &lt;em&gt;REALLLYYY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;down&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why. Intervensi 2 finished on Thursday. we had to sit for moral because the muslim students had agama paper ... &lt;strong&gt;55 stupid questions&lt;/strong&gt; may i add. i studied the night before &lt;em&gt;science until 12pm&lt;/em&gt;. GOD. I woke up with &lt;em&gt;eye bags&lt;/em&gt;. the night before i went out with dad's friends and was bored as hell,smsed people and annoyed pav keke. Kavee at like a pig D: Its been awhile since I last saw her '&lt;strong&gt;eating&lt;/strong&gt;'. YOU SHOULD SEE HER FACE, like soo happy. hah kavee? all the crab? haha. Not in the mood for crab or meat these days either. then I HAD HOMEWORK which i left behind and went insane when i reached home. TIRED AND HOMEWORK-COMPLETE-LESS. Then I suddenly fell asleep :) Gonna have a party soon and Asmeeta and Jie Sze are the dance choreographers. I'm joining the dance routine. AND OH CRAP its raining. Planning to wear : &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v654/shakilamartin/shakidress.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the formal thing YUPS BYE FOR NOW D: cause its raining D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: MY MUM GOT A LIME GREEN MYVI TODAY WOOHOO *drives around with it* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:46pm - BACK AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;due to the unfairness of the weather I stopped. LET ME CONTINUE. i know you cant get enough of me :) ANYWAYS~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't study for geo and guess what, I GOT 83% WOOHOO! A FREAKING 'A'! I'm so proud of myself. Tomorrow will be going cause I really need a breather from all these exams and tests and extra classes and what not. Finished 1/2 of my piled up homework (thank god). 10% done with KH project and printed out the picture for sejarah (thanks emmanuel (: ) . OH and I was doing corrections and I forgot a few questions and thankfully &lt;strong&gt;Asmeeta and Adam saved me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I owe Adam Mc Flurry now lol&lt;/em&gt;.. I was about to flip at that point. I can imagine it now, Mr Raj yelling at me for missing a question. Feeling really happy, I'm actually progressing in my work. Tomorrow, ST JOHNS! WHY? cause' we need to collect our shirts :I that reminds me, I need to top up my phone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, went fr a short drive with mum's new car :D I feel kinda sad though, poor old kelisa, &lt;strong&gt;GONE&lt;/strong&gt;! sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7259662235316850431?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7259662235316850431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7259662235316850431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress-again-please.html' title='stress again please!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2647948750111821405</id><published>2008-04-12T13:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>KEH. I'm seriously sick and tired of all the crapy tests and exams this year. I mean c'mon, everything 3 weeks we have a test to sit for is it like this? DAMN YOU! I'm so annoyed and I know none of us are even in the studying mood right? &lt;strong&gt;All wanna party only&lt;/strong&gt; haha. So I didn't go to Euphoria D: Anyways I heard the Mat Salleh boys didn't come so there was no loss for me not going. YAY! I've been so emo lately. THATS REMINDS ME! Tey Shen Ni showed me a video which is pretty funny. Go to youtube and type these keywords "&lt;em&gt;Emo Elmo MadTV&lt;/em&gt;" You won't regret it! Oh and I screwed up tution Maths test on subjective and in total I got 86% D: I don't know if its even worth sitting for PMR. I just wanna eneter science stream and get it over with. BM teacher so annoying. Everytime I get low marks for my essays and summary questions. I wrote so much and she gives me like 2 out of 4. WTH. no one likes here anyways and I think her marking is bull shit. Now I'm giving myself stupid excuses to not study like : I will study after I finish la corda d'oro anime series (which is only 24 episodes, and eventually finished it today at 12:50pm , yay!) and now blogging. Hopefully my butt will rise and move to the study table. News about my puppy? Well nothing yet cause my mum is unwell and I'm scared to annoy her about it now. My dad has an eye problem so he's now walking around with a white patch over it, was about to draw an eye on the patch for fun but oh well! :D Oh and the anime series (la corda d'oro) is actually not that bad, romantic and touches the soul. And the classical music played by the instruments is awesome! Theres like 2 guys in it who is sooooo sexy! &lt;strong&gt;Ryoutarou Tsuchiura &amp;amp; Kazuki Hihara&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Feeling really akward falling for anime characters right now&lt;/em&gt;. SEE! It shows how it has really wrapped around me. I'm really hoping there will be a 2nd season and hope that Hino will pick either one of them. Sorry I'm babbling anime now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SABWVP2xNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oYKTta4fzc0/s1600-h/hotties.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188241693764302002" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="116" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SABWVP2xNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oYKTta4fzc0/s200/hotties.PNG" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left : Ryoutarou Tsuchiura (caring type)&lt;br /&gt;right : Kazuki Hihara (joyful type)&lt;br /&gt;similarities : green hair and &lt;em&gt;sexy written all over them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH so handsome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW I'M OFF TO STUDYING CRAP. bye&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/3265461526093433675-2647948750111821405?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2647948750111821405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2647948750111821405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/04/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SABWVP2xNLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oYKTta4fzc0/s72-c/hotties.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8730110168457427751</id><published>2008-04-05T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:02:13.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Story Ani</title><content type='html'>ON MAPLE, one boring day...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v654/shakilamartin/ahh.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TWINS!&lt;br /&gt;ANIMATION by me :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lituppath (Candy) and Shakiwa (ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feels special*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8730110168457427751?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8730110168457427751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8730110168457427751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/04/maple-story-ani.html' title='Maple Story Ani'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6736243832049894975</id><published>2008-04-04T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:51:24.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced to post</title><content type='html'>Forced to post cause everyone misses me! :D I KNOW KIDS you guys just love me babbling crap! Hold on tight! This time its gonna be really short cos' nothing much to type about. Its 11:32pm and I don't know why I'm still online. So yeah school was normal, and Sutan ( I don't know why) decided to have &lt;em&gt;a voting classroom thing&lt;/em&gt; and we got in &lt;strong&gt;trouble&lt;/strong&gt;. WHY? cause we started having the votes during maths period and our teacher didn't come in so we're like just laughing making noise, nominating and what so ever and suddenly when I wanted to perasan and nominated myself (writing my name on the board) there was a sudden silence and everyone turned the other way. I slowly turned my head and guess who was standing there..? no, it ain't santa claus nor is it big foot. &lt;strong&gt;MATHS TEACHER&lt;/strong&gt;. dang. &lt;em&gt;Caught red handed, wrong time and wrong place&lt;/em&gt;! AH this always gets me! Her face was like shocked and her mouth abit opened and she saw me writing on the board. I was like oh shit, im screwed!.. &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;! Quickly sat down and she wrote out names. LUCKILY, Sutan managed to clear up our names and she said its okay since It was just a small matter *phew*!! Then teacher kept picking me to do the sums on the board -__-! She thought I would screw up and then she can get me HAH! I got them right this time! :D Anyways I managed to win cutest in class AWW! *touched* and &lt;em&gt;best handwriting&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;most creative&lt;/em&gt;? lol. BEST HANDWRITING? omg my writing sucks. its all squiggly and scruffy. I think Cherish should have won that. But according to the voters, her handwriting was too small? God knows, but I think she has the bestest-estest! Its like computer writing D: Creative?! HEY! Leyla and Cherish always beat my art marks, shouldn't they get it? D: On Tuesday played PJ with my school uniform lol. So bad la this Michelle and Haarathi, make fun of us noobs when we played basketball! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SORRY LA WE'RE NOT SO PRO LIKE YOU HEROS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I'm still &lt;em&gt;persuading&lt;/em&gt; my mum to get a &lt;strong&gt;puppy&lt;/strong&gt;. I know &lt;em&gt;she misses having a dog&lt;/em&gt; aorund the house and I do too the most. Thinking of adopting one from &lt;strong&gt;SPCA&lt;/strong&gt; and then &lt;em&gt;simba-ing&lt;/em&gt; the dog (from Lion King) haha. My little Samson wasn't a good example of a puppy cause' he bite everything and anything! My mum is thinking twice now because of those past experiences, it was hell for her! Sigh.. I think I'm old enough to handle a puppy myself without my relying my parents everytime. Friday, I went to school like a good girl while other people ponteng! So annoying. Didn't do anything, all we did was read books while the Muslim students went down to the Surau. We just talked. OH AND.. &lt;strong&gt;Milk causes Acne for teenagers&lt;/strong&gt;! D: PSSHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday going to Aneesha's 16th birthday party @ Hard Rock Cafe. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;TTYL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-6736243832049894975?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6736243832049894975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6736243832049894975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/04/forced-to-post.html' title='Forced to post'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4434907702923578786</id><published>2008-03-21T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:29:47.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY 25th POST ~</title><content type='html'>I'm so rajin on blogger but in school.. haihz &lt;strong&gt;EVEN MORE RAJIN&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;no la&lt;/em&gt; :D This is my 25th post, can you ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT?! Happy 25th postaniversary (&lt;em&gt;new word lol&lt;/em&gt;) :D Lets get crackin' since I've got alot to tell D: &lt;strong&gt;IN A WEEK&lt;/strong&gt; i went out twice. &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;its may not be alot for some but alot for me&lt;/em&gt; D:) i know im such a good girl i feel guilty going out because PMR is on the way and I'm supposed to be studying but IM NOT! GAH! AND this blog entry will &lt;u&gt;surprise you abit after the first sentence&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Leyla planned out an outing to mid valley megamall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES FOLKS! LEYLA WENT OUT WITH FRIENDS SOMEWHERE! ITS BEEN AWHILE, NO&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of her. you know right? leyla that girl the one that got first in the whole form (2). study everyday and is a prefect? YUP thats her. So how could I say no? no. ( &lt;em&gt;yes it is that easy but no, i cant say no to an outing like that&lt;/em&gt;) I don't know why she asked us to go out on a Sunday when theres school the next day? so must of them didn't come. &lt;strong&gt;Watched Horton&lt;/strong&gt;. Was actually quite funny! Then bought a cute panda notebook! SO CUTE! Then bought a card~ Lepak in Leyla's house and talk talk talk. Went back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday SCREWED UP! I didn't bring my maths book to school even after i finished my work. teacher was a pain and scolded me and bah blah. Whats worse I didn't understand much on chapter 5 and I had to do question on the board. I didn't know.. just bantai. I don't understand what she teaches me also ... so I got it wrong, and &lt;strong&gt;she scolds me for getting it wrong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because I didn't bring my stupid book? wtf?&lt;/strong&gt; even if i did bring it, i wouldn't get it right, STUPID! srsly im so fed up. screw that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS MOVE ON TOOOOOO.... thursday! I don't know why it was a holiday but who cares?! *&lt;em&gt;green day -holiday song plays&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! okay. Went out again to MV! &lt;strong&gt;Watched Shutter&lt;/strong&gt;! And yes it is a ghost movie D: &lt;em&gt;I couldn't find it scary cause funny stuff were going through my mind&lt;/em&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;Shutter parody&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL So I was lol-ing alot in the cinema. Then went to the arcade, SAW MAT SALLEH BOYS so cute. Denise went hyper! Out of 5 of them, 3 were AWESOME! Then went to denise's house to see her cutie wootie dogs.. chloe,renee and the new addition to her family..&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BOBBI/boobie&lt;/strong&gt; :D! (&lt;em&gt;the black pug&lt;/em&gt;) she kept bitting me, everywhere.. SO CUTE and then if you lift her up her all body and head turns :D SO CUTE AND &lt;em&gt;CREEPY&lt;/em&gt;! aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was okay, I need just 1 more part of the wood to cut and we water bashed / bottle bashed aneesha (aka asmeeta's sister) she just turned 16 aww. k THATS ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4434907702923578786?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4434907702923578786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4434907702923578786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-25th-post.html' title='YAY 25th POST ~'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3686720217217478577</id><published>2008-03-14T08:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOPPED MY HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW YOU MISSED ME&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt; :D im touched that you missed me :) LETS CUT THE CRAP AND MOVE ON! &lt;em&gt;ok first I wanna laugh at the stupid no good BN people who lost&lt;/em&gt;.. *POINTS LAUGHING AT THEM* LOL &lt;strong&gt;samy vellu&lt;/strong&gt; 34 years(&lt;em&gt;no not his age&lt;/em&gt;) already as President of MIC FINALLY has been kicked out. NO ONE WANTS YOU! lol! Oh and&lt;strong&gt; Sharizat&lt;/strong&gt; too, oh well. You didn't really help the people who needed it. Bribed some residents - free trip to south korea. HAH! &lt;strong&gt;Too bad old lady&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clear throat* but it is kinda scary cos' its been years since any opposition team took over the government's majority of seats. So I reallly hope they do well. my dad was over joyed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a week of holidays, so sucky. YOU KNOW WHY? we had 10 hours ++ spent in tuition for 3 days. test after test after test. but i guess its for our own benefit so i guess its not sooo bad, right? stupid pmr. i think every post this year i should put 'stupid pmr' :D Monday, shen ni invited me to her house, her mum cooked spaghetti &lt;em&gt;(so cool, the aunty garnish it with a mint.. or was it basil? we had an argument about that :D&lt;/em&gt;) JUST FOR ME! no la.. then then then go for tuition.. Tuesday we had break from mr raj then go out then eat then ate at devi's corner. when i was paying the bill, (&lt;em&gt;lol cut fazlan and adam's line&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;the cashier saw denise&lt;/strong&gt; standing next to me and then &lt;strong&gt;said&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;HI LENG LUI&lt;/strong&gt;" (in my mind: &lt;em&gt;omg wtf?! *paused under shock* hahahahahaahahha&lt;/em&gt;). Denise was like laughing then said hello to him LOL. &lt;strong&gt;I CAN NEVER LET THIS DOWN FOR HER&lt;/strong&gt;! WHAHAHAHA. memang she so pwetty, &lt;u&gt;she got it from her papa&lt;/u&gt;! :D you heard that son?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kavee so good belanja me starbucks. but the smallest one?! CHILAKA YOU! I buy for you the biggest one.. i still got the receipt kaveetha kandiah a/p mahesan kandiah a/l v. kandiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday after tuition &lt;strong&gt;I CHOPPED MY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;HEAD&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAIR&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt; i even chopped my maple story chrtr's hair too, bought a-cash yesterday to change the hair on the same day i cut my hair, bye bye RM50! D&lt;/em&gt;:) cut short and layered it at the front side and abit at the back with kavee since she wanted to cut also. CUT AT THE &lt;strong&gt;KOOLKUTZ&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;no joke, thats really the salon's name.. &lt;strong&gt;SO LAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). needed 2 people to blow dry my hair, yes thats how thick my hair was HAHA. it felts so smooth and fluffly! :D the lady said i was &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;aww thanks&lt;/em&gt; :D I KNOW I AM A CUTIE! HAHAHA *perasan* then around 4/5pm shen ni invited me to go park with &lt;strong&gt;denise&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;karen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jie sze&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;michelle sexy legs&lt;/strong&gt;. then then then we dunno do what there jump here and there make noise laugh laugh. THEN THIS SHEN NI don't wanna take candid pictures, we keep sliding down till we had a perfect shot on the slide together at the same time with out hands up! LOL I think the old man was looking at us and probably thinking "&lt;em&gt;omg what weird children,luckily they're not my children&lt;/em&gt;" i crack myself up -.- Finally we stopped half way on the slide and put out hands up then got perfect picture :D went back~ THE END!  &lt;strong&gt;P.S. NOW SHAKIWA IS A LVL 70 F/P MAGE! HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES ON MAPLE STORY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shakiwa&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt;.. and &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/R9nTMbOX3mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V03voE1fcoE/s1600-h/beforeandafter.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177401457059028578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/R9nTMbOX3mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V03voE1fcoE/s200/beforeandafter.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-3686720217217478577?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3686720217217478577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3686720217217478577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/03/chopped-my-hair.html' title='CHOPPED MY HAIR'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/R9nTMbOX3mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V03voE1fcoE/s72-c/beforeandafter.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3227099391041208596</id><published>2008-03-07T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:33:19.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally I have completed my march exams&lt;/strong&gt;! :D woohooo!!~ Wednesday did nothing just got back our maths marks. I only got 96% at first but then teacher marked it wrongly so I told her and got 94%! &lt;em&gt;im so good&lt;/em&gt; :D *pats back* there were like &lt;em&gt;8 people who got full score&lt;/em&gt;! O_O I saw my mistakes were damn careless -.- I forgot to add 10 and forgot to divide it by 2. AIYAH! That day I was feeling kinda high on everything and &lt;em&gt;couldn't stop laughing&lt;/em&gt;.. o___o stupid cherish keep making me laugh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, kavee having some interact club party thing at KDU college hall on April 5th. I don't know if i can go and I might not go seeing most of my friends ain't going D: But they got dance floor and bands so &lt;strong&gt;hard to refuse&lt;/strong&gt;! D: according to her got mat salleh boys (international school) HOHOHO but then if not handsome no point right? XD as if we're going on a zoo trip to see our fav animals lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - SPORTS DAY WOO~~ &lt;em&gt;i feel embaressed to say this but this is my first time going to SMKBB's sports day LOL! yeah tht time i was so malas&lt;/em&gt;. :/ *feels disappointed with self* but I guess it was okay la. Temenggung team for kawat kaki.. their theme was PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN?! o_o The outfits for the form 1 look like elfs/peter pan more than pirates haha. LOL one guy was dressed as jack sparrow and random pirate people la. Unfortunately all their hard work didn't really pay off cos' they only got 2nd place. D: Because they didn't do much formation, just really awesome outfits. &lt;strong&gt;Syahbandar won for kawat kaki&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lakasama beat Bandehara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!? O_O i was like WHAT!? I didn't know we were that bad.. so sad la, we got last place. D: LOL maths club was selling pizza and everyone EXCEPT ME pigged out and ate it in the morning. pigs lol! Was dancing around la jumping running spinning the whole day cos' was bored :D Went bacl got tuition laughed summore and then got scolding cos I doodled on my sej paper :D kekekeke~ &lt;em&gt;but my doddles were pretty so dind't get much scolding HAHAHHAA *perasan*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED! got tuition next week -.- long hours. so much for the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID PMR! *steps* K GTG BYE its raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. how is the new blogspot layout? :D designed it myself with other random cute drawings i found and the cupcake drawing was made by me though. LALAL kkk byebyebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-3227099391041208596?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3227099391041208596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3227099391041208596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/03/sports-day.html' title='sports day'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7001740887078478953</id><published>2008-03-02T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:56:04.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MENTAL STRESS PLEASE</title><content type='html'>[rant] walau wei, you know in just &lt;strong&gt;3 days&lt;/strong&gt; i had to site for &lt;strong&gt;12 tests&lt;/strong&gt;?! including tuition. omg why is pmr so stressful!? I'm suppose to be studying now but so lazy la, stupid history. bluek bluek. stupid jabatan! *throws a bomb at them* managed to survive monthly test and then tomorrow i have &lt;strong&gt;intervensi test set by the fabulous jabatan&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;yes,im being sarcastic. its hard to detect it by reading word :D&lt;/em&gt;) screw that. I dont know how im gonna remember all of form 1 and 2 work for all 7 subjects in 1 day! D: less than 24 hours less than 12 hours to be more precised.i dont think im gonna get 7as more like 5. STUPID BM AND KH *steps* omggggg.. D: i keep repeating the words "im so depressed/depressing" in my mind lol. EMO!(#*$)(@ [/end of rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET BELATED 16th BIRTHDAY TO PUVITHRA - 28 FEB~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 1st -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a party and er i was invited - aww thanks emo gal (&lt;em&gt;girl that gets her inner soul tortured -&lt;/em&gt; inside joke&lt;em&gt; ;D&lt;/em&gt;). ER, she had cotton candy maker thingy and the guy was there to do it lol. Then got chocolate fountain but it was alright considering I couldn't taste anything due to the horrible on going influenza (FLU, &lt;em&gt;wah im being scientific&lt;/em&gt;).. talked, made a friend :D LOL met the infamous william that puvi talks about. LOL hes pretty funny yeah. with the &lt;strong&gt;typical cina apek slang&lt;/strong&gt; LOL talk talk talk.. ate my dinner at 9:30pm D: went back! so lazy wanna type everything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s i hope that the opposition this year will win for this year's malaysian elections! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE FOR ANWAR AND HIS DAUGHTER NURUL&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to read sejarah now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CREED - 6 feet from the edge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come now I think I’m falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on to all I think is safe&lt;br /&gt;It seems I found the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I’m trying to escape&lt;br /&gt;I yelled back when I heard thunder&lt;br /&gt;But I’m down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking&lt;br /&gt;That maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t so far down&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking down now that it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;br /&gt;I cried out heaven save me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7001740887078478953?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7001740887078478953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7001740887078478953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/03/mental-stress-please.html' title='MENTAL STRESS PLEASE'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8625598053136554733</id><published>2008-02-17T10:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:07:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY SHAKILA</title><content type='html'>Friday had &lt;strong&gt;merentas desa&lt;/strong&gt; (cross country)~~ so bleh! I only came because &lt;em&gt;I wanted to learn Science&lt;/em&gt;. MY GOD, am I damn rajin or what!? Did 5.5km, not so bad as last year (7km)&lt;br /&gt;After all my hard work walking and jogging and a wee bit of running, I was &lt;strong&gt;3 minutes late&lt;/strong&gt; to be qualified. Boy that sucks (YES,my friends left me T__T) . Then we sat in the middle of the field under the hot sun and then went back to class.. and thank god Mrs. Linda taught us that day. PHEW! Then Asmeeta poured water on me and I poured water on her ~~ then other people wanted to pour water on me but they finished their drinks :D HAHAHHAA~ ya la cos' of merentas desa. instead Trishna ruffled my hair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach house by 1pm and Michelle already so hungry so she asked us to leave early so we can eat lunch early. -__-! So I quickly had a bath and washed my hair (thanks michelle -.-) then cherish arrived redi then waited for michelle left to mid valley. Ate MCD for lunch and then Shen Ni and Denise came :o with gifts! FOR ME! :D:DYAY TQ~!! It was a &lt;strong&gt;blouse and flipflops&lt;/strong&gt;. THANKS AGAIN! We watched Jumper! The effects were kinda cool. Like when we were watching the advertistments the &lt;em&gt;movie sound started to fade&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;We all thought it was part of the advert.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL) and then everything went black and the lights went back on in the movie room.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle was the ONLY ONE that actually got up and asked them to put it back on. so good la. im so proud of her :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we met Asmeeta at the arcade place in jusco and then Cherish and Jie Sze bought me a Teddy Bear :') AWWW *tear* So cute la thanks again!We didn't take pictures this time cos' 7 people were there and the pictures won't be so nice D: Instead we played all the games and I used up all my tokens on a gam called 'Panic Park' with Asmeeta. OMG SHE DAMN GANAS! she &lt;strong&gt;won me 4 times straight.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Then the last game I beat her flat&lt;/em&gt;! (4-1) WAHAHHA finally. Oh yeah then I don't know why they suddenly went on the mini carousel (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOO SMALL FOR OUR BIG BUTTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), I took a video of it. &lt;em&gt;The next thing I knew is I jumped on the carousel and made &lt;strong&gt;a loud clunk sound LOL&lt;/strong&gt;,nearly broke the machine&lt;/em&gt; :D luckily it didn't.. And then we went round and round, denise jumped off and eventaully cherish did, left me and shen ni.. then the ride stopped. Asmeeta also promised me that she'll belanja me Baskin Robins :D We jalan-jalan here and there, I bought a Mickey Mouse keychain and then Asmeeta bought the ice cream and then her mum came and paid for it so technically Asmeeta didn't belanja me, so she needs to buy me another one :D kekekeke. Then her mum belanja them chocolate marshmellows on a stick! WAH so good. D: THANKS ASMEETA'S MUM! It was kinda late so we decided to go back. Followed cherish to go buy sushi roll. Remember I disliked sushi? &lt;strong&gt;BUT the one SHE bought was tasty&lt;/strong&gt;~ We were about to go down the escalator then Asmeeta called and asked where we were and she was like look above and we saw her and her mum watching us from the floor on top. They wanted to give me a present :O and they did! A handbag from the the pink pussy cat shop. damn expensive the shop D: aiyoh thanks aunty! Went back home~~ cherish followed (STALKER! no la) Played some mapleh time with her and she balik kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (no,not rly)&lt;br /&gt;It was morning, when I woke up I kinda forgot it was my birthday lol. Wasn't feeling good cos' merentas desa killed me. &lt;strong&gt;My body was aching from top to toe&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;) that I couldn't get up from bed.. damn.. Slopped all over the house with the pain. Ma gave me some $$$ and dad later gonna take me &lt;em&gt;buy new slide phone later&lt;/em&gt; WOOHOOO!!! Afternoon,visited my grandma then ar went to &lt;em&gt;Low Yat Mall&lt;/em&gt;. Bought &lt;strong&gt;SONY ERICSSON W580i&lt;/strong&gt; and we got free speakers. I had to chip in to buy it too, i paid only like 10% of it :D THANKS PA! Then he said I should do well in PMR after he bought the phone and I was like ' O__O ' and then felt a bit guilty cos' I dont think I can get an A for KH and BM! D: What to do?! Just do my best I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry shen ni I couldn't come to your house yesterday cos' I had dinner with family (MY BAD CUTTING CAKE PART WHAT~! oh and thank you for the cute hand bag :D) lol. hope you had fun! Aunty Komala bought for me a &lt;strong&gt;Raspberry cheese cake&lt;/strong&gt; (no egg) from Secret Receipe! so nice :DThen I went back home and slept cos' my nose started to run and i keep sneezing. Today I woke up nose blocked and my body is STILL aching. damn. OMG I still haven't finished my homework or revised for the coming tests. damddamndamn D: ok! I'm gonna start on it.. SOON :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8625598053136554733?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8625598053136554733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8625598053136554733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-15th-birthday-shakila.html' title='HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY SHAKILA'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2381789160742481650</id><published>2008-02-10T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:09:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 08~</title><content type='html'>okay I just got back from shen ni's house. &lt;strong&gt;SO SHYT WEI MY LUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you lady luck. lol D: I lost in total of er.. $20++ &lt;em&gt;Thanks to Ram&lt;/em&gt; la, &lt;strong&gt;my 10 bucks gone&lt;/strong&gt;. How? Well we played a game called 'between' and you're supposed to bet on some money between some cards and I'm too lazy to explain the rest. Ram picked up my card and it was a sucky one so I LOST MY RM10. &lt;strong&gt;CHILAKA YOU&lt;/strong&gt;! I'll be waiting for my money in school on Tuesday... with interest..Btws, Shen Ni is freaking lucky man. IDK HOW YOU DO IT! How much you earn already?$$30++?! (: Friday my cousins came down from Ipoh and er they visited me and Yoghan (thanks alot) taught me how to play CHO TAI TI. yay!~&lt;em&gt; I finally understand&lt;/em&gt; it now but I still suck. So sad la, denise didn't come. &lt;em&gt;still stuck in penang&lt;/em&gt;?! you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missed the fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; babeh~ oh crap. that reminds me I still haven't finished my KH homework. nyeh nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'm gonna be level 70 in maple soon~ WHOOP! New fire/poison mage in town!&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be slacking once again. For the past few days (holidays) I didn't do anything much. Just go out for dinner with my parents. The German restaurant was really awesome! The lamb was really tender and *drools* OKAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget and surprisingly I just remember that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS COMING SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IS MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ HELL YEAH! i should start thinking on what I should get for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;$$ of course then maybe a new phone? my phone dosent have the USB port cable thing. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apologies to emmanuel&lt;/strong&gt; - i keep putting the dog in his face. sry sry ! gomensai!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-2381789160742481650?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2381789160742481650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2381789160742481650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-08.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 08~'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-4428197689160834389</id><published>2008-02-01T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:09:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cockroaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Okay on thursday night, I was about to a shower until&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW &lt;strong&gt;TWO COCKROACHES&lt;/strong&gt; THERE! and what was my reaction? well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v654/shakilamartin/ifshakilasawacockroach1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS!! so bluek. At first i saw one &lt;strong&gt;crawling in the wall&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;So close&lt;/em&gt; to me summore.. THEN I used the water spray to chase it and It did which is even worse cos' it can just pop out anytime if I shower. SO i rushed to the back and took out a cockroach spray and &lt;strong&gt;sprayed it violently&lt;/strong&gt;! I kept spraying it until I was &lt;em&gt;satisfied&lt;/em&gt; (until the spray almost finished XD) . THEN OUT OF NO WHERE &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER ONE CAME OUT&lt;/strong&gt;! D: Then I sprayed that too and another 2 more babies oso came out! WTH LA! I spray summore until the whole bathroom was filled with cockroach spray. I had bad experiences with cockroaches. D: ONCE someone random &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flying cockroach fell on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! X______X so annoying. Anyways, I woke up late today and my mum is getting a new car too! &lt;strong&gt;Savvy&lt;/strong&gt; - Lime Green. WHOOOP maybe around next week she'll be getting it. My parents and I checked the car today. omg I also got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;84% ONLY for maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! mr raj test. SO LITTLE LA shit marks only. wth. &lt;strong&gt;SO DISAPPOINTING&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;CANT FORGIVE MYSELF&lt;/em&gt; T__T Tomorrow got St John's at 10am. ON A SATURDAY. and more projects and stupid homework. our civic teacher is so bleh la. I wish we had Mrs Ng. That civic teacher so blurr case that we all hate her and she only know how to simply get angry. so heartless -___- ~ Well thats all I have to rant about now. BYEBYE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH FORGOT TO WISH A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO (FEB 1st) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinny! (15)&lt;br /&gt;ahmisha! (14)&lt;br /&gt;trishna! (15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow 3 birthdays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-4428197689160834389?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4428197689160834389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/4428197689160834389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/02/cockroaches.html' title='cockroaches'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7365856219948955548</id><published>2008-01-31T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:30:52.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;dangerous&lt;/strong&gt; feeling which can &lt;em&gt;lead to anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kills you inside. even when you thought you're over it. its STILL THERE. &lt;strong&gt;waiting to attack&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats worse&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you hold so dear to you, &lt;strong&gt;hurts you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; him/her knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life is so unfair&lt;/u&gt;. Sometimes it makes me wonder, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there even 'GOD'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was 'GOD', 'GOD' &lt;u&gt;isn't doing a good job&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T *emo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7365856219948955548?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7365856219948955548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7365856219948955548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/01/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-8363093574948315425</id><published>2008-01-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:36:40.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know ar..</title><content type='html'>Lets talk about yesterday first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so erm, for art.. we actually &lt;strong&gt;take down notes for art&lt;/strong&gt;! NOTES! FOR ART! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;just draw only &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;?! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it la.. notes for art.. whats the point right?&lt;br /&gt;Its like the second sentence already is what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tools to use to draw lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AS IF THE PERSON DON'T KNOW WHAT TO USE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i use fork to draw&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was BM class so I didn't bring the textbook. So teacher asked all the students who dind't bring the textbook to go to other classes and borrow theirs. she was in a &lt;em&gt;bad mood&lt;/em&gt;. not like we learn anything interesting also.. &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; everyone rushed out to go and ask other classes. Everyone got a textbook &lt;strong&gt;except&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;cherish,trisshala,michelle and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we got fed up and decided to stay near the staircase there so technically we kinda ponteng her class ... so we waited like a floor below our class until school finished. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;we pretend to act all tired when we got backt o the class &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if we walked for ages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to do a poster for the english club. Theme : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINES DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. have to do with a form 2 girl named Melodine but I don't even know who she is :X OH WELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-8363093574948315425?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8363093574948315425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/8363093574948315425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-ar.html' title='you know ar..'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7722899702250799711</id><published>2008-01-28T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:04:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>any seat respect?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;AIYAH so annoying la. today in school.. perhimpunan time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First teacher was talking and talking about how we all suck. Worst part is I sat at the sandy part so I felt pretty uncomfortable. Anyways~ the principal came up to talk about we have to be friends with around, mix around with other races instead of sitting in the same the race group. so blah blah. Then I &lt;em&gt;suddenly heard her voice increase&lt;/em&gt; and she was pointing at someone and you know me, I don't wear my glasses I couldn't see very clearly where.. so I turned expecting it was the stupid form 2 from the bising class which annoys me.. BUT!!! I turned back infront i saw Liew standing up. She say so loud summore, &lt;strong&gt;' &lt;em&gt;THE CHINESE BOY WITH THE HANKERCHIEF&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol liew &lt;em&gt;always carry around a handkerchief&lt;/em&gt; ever since he was a &lt;em&gt;tiny lad.&lt;/em&gt; :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the principal comments we had to change place. what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;I was seperated with cherish and leyla and shen ni T___T&lt;br /&gt;you know whats worse?&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; all the tall people infront of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so i can't even freakin' see properly! so sad. I tried changing with Haarraathi and Lyn Jenn. none of them wanna budge. srsly la. they so tall they can't even move to let me, a short person sit infront. geez. honestly la because of tht &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im really pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait la, i move infront only. bring my chair. &lt;strong&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7722899702250799711?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7722899702250799711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7722899702250799711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/01/any-seat-respect.html' title='any seat respect?!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6277230362395562744</id><published>2008-01-27T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:49:02.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush!</title><content type='html'>firstly i would like to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year, - uh i forgot the date..&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday ma (she turn 50.. so old!) &lt;strong&gt;11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;happy belated birthday grandma &lt;strong&gt;19th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday leyla &lt;strong&gt;18th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy new year! &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for &lt;strong&gt;michelle's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to mid valley. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;CLOVER FIELD. &lt;/strong&gt;dont watch it! ITS HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warning - spoilers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay first, its like the guy whos the taking the video with his video cam is annoying cos he keeps moving it around. not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOTION SICKNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. well shen ni,karen and i felt like vomitting...shen ni vomitted. i almost puked. rushed to the bathroom then we were talking about it so loud. another girl from the movie oso was there and she felt the same. then talk talk talk in the toilet. went back. I MISSED THE COOL PARTS WHEN THE GIRL EXPLODED! the monster is fugly which is cool. But i guess, its kinda nice cos' its like you're experiencing it yourself the way they made the movie. yay! :) wasn't tht gory.. in the end we know the monster died cos' the video in the begining was found by some people and became the gouvernment's property. so yeah.. :D the cam dude died too lol! he was bitten by the monster :X SO COOL! could hear the crunching sound. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home.. and explored michelle's house and er..  had a talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sailor moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. lol don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah I AM LEGEND was awesome too. i felt sad for the hero - he had to live &lt;strong&gt;ALONE for 3 years&lt;/strong&gt;...3 years!! saw it with nishan and kav (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-6277230362395562744?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6277230362395562744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6277230362395562744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2008/01/rush.html' title='rush!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-374370519921358950</id><published>2007-11-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:46:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO HOLIDAYS past by so fast.</title><content type='html'>n___n here we go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at kavee's house. yes again BUT ahmisha and &lt;strong&gt;PUVITHRA&lt;/strong&gt;! stayed over aswell so it was fun :D we had to watch saw 3 and dead silence again for the benefit of puvithra n__n Then we watched Lisence to Marry (or something like that the title.. who knows).. was okay la. I wouldn'[t know much since I was doing mr raj &lt;em&gt;homework&lt;/em&gt; while they were watching. That reminds me I have finished all of my homework. WAHAHAH except reading the english literature book for form 3. D: I don't have it yet! AHHH. Thursday : &lt;strong&gt;PARTY DAY&lt;/strong&gt; - tuition class party. Wore the clothes I bought from Vior (deepavali present) and tons of accesories cos' our theme was "&lt;em&gt;bling-bling&lt;/em&gt;" - LOL &lt;strong&gt;sounds lame&lt;/strong&gt; - and I think I wore a little too much. MY outfit was &lt;strong&gt;almost the same&lt;/strong&gt; kavee's, zzz. Played tons of games - dare, blow wind blow, and some whacking game. This class party was the best so far compared to last year. I've never seen Mrs Dev and Mrs Brahma laugh so much o____o its fun! :D they had a good time too. Mr Raj was there and he sat in between me and kavee and I was terrified cos' he scolded me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Suddenly he was so nice laughing and talking to me. I was just like -  o~O; stand still. The whacking game was fun. You had to call out someones name before you get whacked by a long stick. So it was my turn and everyone was calling out each other's name so quickly I kept runnning around in circles until I was about to collapse. Everything was dizzy and I could hear people laughing at my actions, lol !!!  The dare game I danced with Neetasha :D fun~ oh and Cow showed off he could do the handstand... pfftt~~   Stuffed my pockets with hersheys (someones brought) and kavee took back a box of pizza. &lt;em&gt;IM ADDICTED TO TRICKSTER&lt;/em&gt;, playing day and night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tricksteronline.com/"&gt;http://tricksteronline.com&lt;/a&gt;  -   JOIN NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-374370519921358950?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/374370519921358950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/374370519921358950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2007/11/wooo-holidays-past-by-so-fast.html' title='WOOO HOLIDAYS past by so fast.'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-6907267681057237368</id><published>2007-11-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:00.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left out stuff. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img250.imageshack.us/img250/9800/0615v008ab7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 45px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" height="81" alt="" src="http://img250.imageshack.us/img250/9800/0615v008ab7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/RzfRo9wRKcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0Ylcs258Jz8/s1600-h/0615v_008.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention in my previous post about other stuff that happened before. I forgot mention about &lt;strong&gt;Trisshala's bday party&lt;/strong&gt;!! Aiyoh *slaps forehead* It was &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Its was halloween mixed ish. First after school was on the way sending back Neetasha home (on Friday) then I told my mum that Neetasha will be sending me there but then got some trouble with the keys so she had to send me early to Neetasha's house. I turned to Neetasha at the back looking at her - asking if I could. Then can, I was there around 2pm? Yeah well, her dog so cute 8D but I don't mind dogs just that I don't like the ones that jump on me XD Her dog is hyper.According to Neetasha, I'm the first visitor that her dog showed that it can sit and swing on the swing. :D Then went to her room. Talked, raided her stuff. Then Annerjit called Neetasha's phone and I answered and pretended to be one man. LOL. She was like 'err.. can I please speak to Neetasha? Whos this?' I said in a manly voice - 'This is her brother in law. Who this?' Then we both blurrted out laughing. Seriously her room is filled with make up!!!~ Aiyoh so nice, I couldn't help but tried some of her glittery things and nail polish. Did my (toe) nails at her house,wakakaa. Dark blue and white stuff. People complimented my nails hahaha XD So cacated I did. Then Neetasha wanted to borrow her sister's bag but she didn't allow (a kangaroo like bag). So I helped her find out and put some stuff together to make it look good. Theres this really cute purple bag and I put some Girl brand pin on it! damn cute wei, am I pro or am I pro?! Neetasha was to dress up like a popular girl with her shades and I was like..whaaat!? Picked up annerjit and were on our way. Then at her apartment (oh yeah, Trisshala lives in a pent house o.o;) Brenda and Michelle took us inside to the pool (cos' they live there too) . There were only us so far. Then the crowd started to come in. Asmeeta and I canon balled into the pool. I was really mean - Neetasha asked me to dive in with her. I said yes. Then she counted to 3 I pushed her in. Everyone was like so bad la you shakila. I just grinned evily. keke..We pulled in alot of people and pushed a couple of them. Yeah, we raced in swimming. OMG IM SO RUSTY LA !! D: Have to practice. Leyla came, her swimsuit so sexaay hahaha XD Then I raced again with her. Got 2 other small kids wanted to race with us lol! so sesat. Then I quickly swam away leaving Asmeeta and Leyla to race with each other. Hahah, so annoying the mat salleh girl. Felt like punching her with her annying accent. "OOO YOUR BALLOON IM GONNA BURST IT, aww YOUR POOR LITTLE BALLOON." so annoying -____-;; Leyla told Asmeeta to not swim fast so they don't need to race them. Mana tau she swam fast. stupid girl lol! Leyla purposely swam slow and the lady with those 2 girls thought she actually didn't know how to swim. OMG SO OBVIOUS SHE WAS FAKING IT. I think tha lady blind. Then went Leyla was swimming, suddenly!!!.. she hit the side of the pool got one bump on her head D: kesian. After that, we ate like piggies and started the game - Treasure Hunt. We broke up into 2 teams, mine was - Asmeeta, Trisshala,Leyla,Shen Ni,Michelle Lim, Cherish and Lynn. :D We were close with the other team. We got stuck at the see-saw part cos we didn't have a balloon to burst -.-; so annoying so thats how we lost. The prize was to open a guitar case with a skeleton that pops out. It was freaky cos it was already dark. I ganasly opened it since no one else wanted to :) Took some group photos, opened gifts and went back! wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - My mum's kindergarten concert (no its not what you're thinking XD, shes the teacher there..!!) I tagged along and I wore my new Elle blouse (brown) *wiggles eyebrows* haha XD Brought along my 'Story Time' book (its called that but its actually about a school being haunted by a demon) to entertain myself If i felt bored. I was supposed to help out but I didn't do much. I just hanged around backstage and watched them perform. At the side of the stage I was watching like a sesat fella. It was okay but shorter than normal. The teachers (yes,including my mum) did a performance!! DANCING!! to some songs which I don't know about D: They did well but most of the time they screwed up abit at some parts.. XD But was nice overall. The crows was like whistling at them and calling out their names :P. Suddenly I met &lt;strong&gt;Mira Syahirah&lt;/strong&gt; there. Well of course, her little sister goes to the same kindergarten. I didn't notice her at first cos' I wasn't wearing my glasses then when she came close, we finally both noticed each other. She said I changed alot and she did too. She cut her hair short, around shoulder length and she wore glasses too!!! We were both talking about school and yaadaa-yaadaa. We bought had the same problem that our eye power keeps going up. haih! She really misses us all (6 Setia, SKBB time) and needed a reunion but its gonna be tough having one. we'll try! 8D maybe leyla's party la ;D I got her number and she got mine. She smsed me but I couldn't reply cos &lt;em&gt;no more credit&lt;/em&gt;. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a week from now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Will be having a tuition class party. WOOO. Planning to wear the new clothes bought in Vior. Neetasha organised some games and we decided on the things to bring with help from Mrs. Dev :D I'm gonna bring.. tons of tissues,forks,spoons and maybe some sweets :D LOL they all say im so cheapluck -.-; hey got one boy only brining dustbin bags!! hhahaha. n___n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. that reminds me, PMR NEXT YEAR.. now im emo again.. oh and finished watching 'a walk to remember' I cried D: its was touching and shane west was awesome in that movie &gt;&lt; I love the chrtr - Landon. awesome. all i can say its tough finding guys like Landon's chrtr. a real jewel. haih. ;~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's all folks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-6907267681057237368?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6907267681057237368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/6907267681057237368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2007/11/left-out-stuff-d.html' title='Left out stuff. :D'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-3002816840644489809</id><published>2007-11-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:41:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like today's Deepavali..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7413/0510cl010ncq5.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, tuesday was the last day of school so we decided to have a little class party. I brough indian busicuits and savouries yaadaa-yaadaa since deepavali was on thursday. Oh and I promised Denise that I would bring some muruku for her too :D So yeah, went to school and everyone brought something. ALOT OF JUNK FOOD WEI. srsly. we had more than jujur and from what I see,we had much more fun :) Aiemen ar, bring only &lt;strong&gt;10 lollipops and half eaten busicuits&lt;/strong&gt; -__-; Oh and he managed to chug down &lt;strong&gt;2 litres of pepsi&lt;/strong&gt; (shaken,so theres alot of pressure/gas) in &lt;strong&gt;less than 50 seconds&lt;/strong&gt;!! His eyes turned red though XD Dared Mirza to cat walk in class, took some pictures, played dare games,gossip (&lt;em&gt;including Hakim's past girlfriends XD and all that girlfriend, boyfriend crap&lt;/em&gt;) and of course, LAUGH OUT LOUD (we were all hyper)~!!! Shook hands and left when school ended ): Wednesday.. went SHOPPING with kavee .. for deepavali clothes. Went to Vior and bought black and white blouses and usual. I tried over 20++ types of outfits and only managed to pick out 3 of my favourite.My mum bought her a gray blouse as a gift and kavee had to help me pick out stuff. I didn't really enjoy the day cos' I had the flu,passed down by my good ol' dad. Then kavee belanja me,she bought my a bangle (white) and she bought black. Bought also some earrings - butterfly and button dangly earrings :D Went to tuition and found out Denise and Shen Ni were going to the Garden to meet Click 5!! So I wanted to go but I couldn't cos got Deepavali, I asked Denise if she could get me an autogrpah from Kyle Patrick. LOL DON'T WORRY DENISE, I won't kill your hubby... yet. :D Tey Shen Ni should me the trailer of 'A Walk to Remember' and I immediately had the urge to watch it at that very moment!! Now I know why Kavee likes Shane West, kekeke. Shen ni and Kav keep fighting with me for Shane West lol. Okay today, Deepavali. Which is supposed to be a happy day, wasn't so happy for me. Seemed pretty boring and sad. Okaaay, I woke up, blocked nose and I couldn't see much because of my crusty eyes.Okay I bath,pray and changed to my new clothes and went to kavee's house. Got tons of money from Aunties , Uncles and Grandmas.. = &lt;strong&gt;RM210&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;okay-okay la, would have been more if more relatives came&lt;/em&gt;). I was expecting like how every year there will be alot of cousins like Puvithra and Ahmisha and and you know the whole gang but nada,zero,NONE! I was like.. whaaat?!?! this sucks. What happened to the good times?! *sigh* At 1pm kavee's friends started to arrive (she was hosting an open house for like 25 friends?!) After a few of them came over, I went upstairs and I could already hear alot of noise below. So yeah, I wanted to minggle but knowing me, I'm too shy to go down and talk. Summore kavee say some of her &lt;em&gt;guy friends are handshum&lt;/em&gt;!! D: Aiyoh. Well I started to download the 'A walk to remember' movie on her comp and waited, read archie comics. Then I had this craving to eat those Almonds busicuits but I was so shy to go down and get them. Expose myself to her friends is something I'm afraid to do. So I called kavee's house number using her internet phone so she can bring it up for me (the phone below will ring,she has to pick it up). hahahah XD but she didn't bring anything up for me but nagged me to go down and talk. I really wanted to but I started to feel sick again (FLU) and shy again. So my aunty had to bring up the food for me, thanks and sorry Vasantymami D: Her friends were like whos on the phone and shes like .. my cousin upstairs. Then I heard someone (one of her friends) ask me to come down LOL! I was like quiet. Then I suddenly &lt;strong&gt;fell asleep&lt;/strong&gt;. Then the&lt;strong&gt; party was over&lt;/strong&gt; XD Then I got up I saw Kavee using the comp. Logged on msn and I asked Denise if she got the autograph. AND GUESS WHAT?! &lt;strong&gt;They cancelled it last minute&lt;/strong&gt;. o.m.g. wtf is wrong with them la?!? STUPID FUGGERS. Damn kesian Denise wei. She was really looking forward to it, to see her future hubby Kyle Patrick. OMG.shes disappointed now.. so that made today even crappier. Went back,had dinner which I packed back from Kavee's house and here I am typing this. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;most sucky day ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-3002816840644489809?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3002816840644489809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/3002816840644489809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-like-todays-deepavali.html' title='I don&apos;t like today&apos;s Deepavali..'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-2855861566214914366</id><published>2007-10-16T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:18:14.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE DANCE BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;HEY HEY YOU YOU. Okay I was lazy to update as usual. (: Okay so that Saturday Night at my dad's friend's house.. was okaaaay. Kavee and I were bored and the only thing fun there was TV -&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kenan and kel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. OMG their house ar, BANGLOW. HUGGEEEE and seriously gorgeous. His son (same age) was showing us how he play his car game.. and I almost wanted to read his diary but I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;busted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL I couldn't help laughing for no reason. Then the 4 days off, I kept eating maccaroni. Even in tuition I kept thinking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maccaroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. FOr 4 days straight I had to eat maccaroni for lunch cos my mum made alot. I melted the cheese and it was gooooood. But I'm sick of it now. THEN AR NOW.. I'm at episode 91 - INUYASHA. I'm so proud of myself. Very soon gonna be over, 167 episodes only.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG I LOVE MIROKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; eventhough hes a big pervert. Oh yeah, people I know recently sat for PMR and I wished my cousin good luck for PMR. WHAT KIND OF COUSIN AM I!?! I'm so disappointed with myself.. Tution,tuition,tution ALOT to study and already&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;exam next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WHAT AM I DOING ONLINE?! So malas wanna study!!! AIYA. This Sejarah test for tuition I got only 43/60.. Denise and Karen.. SO PANDAI get 51! Summore Denise &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say she never study properly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..get so high.. Aiyoh,tomorrow getting back Science marks and I did pretty badly. What is a Banyan tree? I didn't know that so I checked on google images,looks like a tree from Lion King. lol -.- This month I'll get getting my ordered books!! WEEE~~~ omg and this puvithra,she deleted her blogspot.. kacau only. Saturday - lepak at Kavee's house and stayed there. The following day, we went jalan-jalan shopping at KEPONG market. We followed her mum's sister (Aunty Shanti) there. DAMN NICE CLOTHES but I didn't really like the quality as its like a type of quality that sticks to the body,not very loose and comfortable. Managed to buy a white blouse and 2 black tights and 1 3/4 tights with a bow at the end. So cute! Then went home, me and Kav were watching youtube and we came across a title called &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Spongebob Dance'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; OMG KILLER DANCE WEI. Its really speedy and we decided to try. I could do the starting but when the fast part kelam kabut already. Kesian me. We couldn't pull it off so we kept trying. Then on Monday, Ahmisha invited me and Kav go swimming at one club. We were told to do 20 laps but in the end we did 5 cos we laughed too much which consumed time. We got sun burned and Ahmisha has a sleeve mark on her hand now hahaha. XD Its really obvious! In the locker room, kavee took pictures of us but I didn't look so good cos' my hair all wet .. so sad.. but who cares? I was never photogenic! XD Then we had lunch with Aunty Michelle and her 4 kids. They were really cute wei especially the youngest one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The hair tied up like coconut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! SO CUTEEEE!!! Kavee had to entertain them cos' shes the most sociable. Ahmi and I were sharing a HUGE soya bean drink and It was like HUGE. The mug was like.. a beer mug which could fill in 2 litres of liquid? OMG in the car on the way back.. kavee and I started head banging to one rap song... got a car next to us.. the guys in it (they were mat sallehs) saw US and they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LAUGHED AT US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My cousins saw and Ahmisha was like covering her face. They didn't tell me so I continued head banging.. Then accodring to my cousin, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they too started head banging with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. I was like.. WHAAAT?! We reached Kav's house around..3? We had to study for 1 hour 30 minutes. There was cake(butter cake) her mum baked we stuffed our faces like ALOT and we didn't even study properly cos we laughed too much and studied form 1 with Ahmisha instead of our own work..lol. Next day I had sejarah test and I was still at Chptr 1 ,first page!! hahahahaha. Then we went hyper and Kavee and I danced like crazy. We took video of it. We tried to dance the spongebob dance and I screwed up and did my own god-knows-what dance. And then they made me do another dance by myself to the song "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got it from my mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" .. LOL I danced like orang gila and when I ran out of ideas on what to do I started jumping and twirling.THEN went over to my house for awhile and then I had dinner at HSBC with them and they sent me home. Too much "thens" in my sentences LOL. They sent me back home. Oh and today I puked at 2am. IDK WHY..I'm supposed to be studying Science now.. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&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/3265461526093433675-2855861566214914366?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2855861566214914366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/2855861566214914366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2007/10/dance-dance-baby.html' title='DANCE DANCE BABY'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265461526093433675.post-7547351460354353388</id><published>2007-09-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a long one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/RvtyCzE9IzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qy2BFXrYjvw/s1600-h/4942[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114807194205627186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/RvtyCzE9IzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qy2BFXrYjvw/s200/4942%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aww I never updated last week so I'm updating today. I really forgot what happened last week!! AIYA! So I wont mention the stuff accordingly to date. SO, yesterday went for tuition and had Geo and Science test. Geo had 8 mistakes -__- Denise so pandai get only 3 mistakes! Summore call me nerd all,look who gets the score! After that,Sience I freaked out cause I had only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;minutes left to complete it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I had 3 or 4 pages left!!! I myself dont know how I managed to finish.. o__O Then after a hard days work of straining the brain, Mr Raj aka Sir gave us &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magnum Ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! SO GOOD! THANKS ALOT! :D Next thing I remembered was on Tuesday, our class watched Phantom of the Opera the movie.. Okay so 1/2 of the time,we were cracking up jokes,insulting and critizied the whole thing.. well almost! Christine Daae's face was so &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blurr and 'duh' looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The O.G. (opera ghost/phantom/erik) was seducing her through the mirror (LOL!) and she still had a stupid face on. Everytime in the movie whenever she sees him, she has that same-stupid-retarded face! It is as though there was a staircase to candyland/heaven right infront of her. Raoul, so freakin' ugly! His hair was shoulder length and blonde and conditioned and and and so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pondan-ish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Does he use pantene or something? Oh and of course he is as skinny as a stick! LIKE A STICKY STICK BONES STICK TWIG. (I think hes shorter than Christine) He tries to act all macho-macho man like but he really is like those pondan hair stylist people XD When the fight scence between him and the OG, he fell down alot of times and when the OG messed up his shirt,his face was like - 'OK THAT'S IT! MY SHIRT MY LIFE. MESS WITH IT YOU GONNA GET IT PAL!' lol and with that he almost killed the OG. hahahaha! Hey, Was it so hard to find a hot guy?! The O.G. looked so much better.. and that annoying Christine kept pulling off the poor guy's (OG) mask. Whats her problem?! Then she insults him because of the ugly face.Irratating!!! *coughs* Meg Giry looks better than Christine *coughs* Well the songs.. most of the rhytem,beats and sounds were the same but the only thing they changed were the lyrics. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont like musicals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; except for the Sound of Music :D!!!Today Asmeeta,Leyla,Shen Ni,Trisshala,Cherish and I (lol alot of people..) played the laughing game! Sesated as usualy. Someone had to make someone laugh and when the person says 'stop', no one could laugh and see who wins blah blah. I shall not mention who but I think some people may know that this guy (shall refer to him as 'R') is so racist and is an insulter. Thought he was a friend but I guess not. Form 1 - said he dosen't like indians. Then he apologised and I guess we forgot about it. Form 2 (few months ago) - likes to gossip bad stuff about other people and then insult his own friends. Pushing his luck. NOW - said indians were ugly. Thats when we drew the line. He really bugs me and I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FED UP WITH HIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. R is so insensitive about other people's feelings but he can merajuk very fast when someone scolds him. We critisize his wrong actions and he'll be like 'OHH sorry/only joking la/I'm only kidding!'. Hes sorries are not meaningful and just another way so we can forget about it... He keeps calling everyone(girls) the 'b' word and acts like an american wannabe WHICH IS COMPLETELY IRRATATING! OMG you're Malaysian la. geez... not even american also. pfft. seriously lame.. R even asked someone else to go ask us to forgive him. BE A MAN AND APOLOGISE BY YOURSELF. Saturday- dinner at my dad's friend's house! YAY, can use the new blouse :D Monday - was my baby cousin's bday,KARTHIK! Turned 3 and he stabbed his Barney cake in the stomach. Then i took the plastic knife and stuffed it in Barney's gut too :D So tempting! Ate food from Chef Low's restaurant~ OH I inspired Asmeeta to blog too! LOL :) I forgot to ask her for the site adress so I decided to look for it but no luck. I check and she actually updated on her 'Windows Live' blog.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO ONE REALLY BLOGS THERE ASMEETA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Join blogger more better! :X PJK,last friday.. sucked cos the boys from the other class joined us.. again.. One of them wanted to borrow my friend's racquet but she didn't give cos' she was using it DUH. So she asked him wheres his and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said his one broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL WHO WOULD WANNA GIVE HIM? nice reply. -.- One of guy in his gang got pissed and took her shuttlecock and hid it on the ledge on the first floor. JERK. So the teacher asked him to climb a trash can and get it back. So he did :/ IDIOTS! I HATE THEM. WHY US?!?!Luckily I had my book so I could just sit down and study with Leyla in the park (: Monday has a firedrill again and we came down in like 4 minutes later than the usually 3 minutes. We gotta miss Maths when the firemen came to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teach us about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;extingushing fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o__O Wooo,intresting *sarcastic* XD Had to berhimpun in the basketball court and stare at fire while they called out students to extinguish it. They're just polluting the air and damaging out lungs with the smoke. -.-' omg GAI SENSEI AND LEE I LOVE YOU GUYS !! Naruto Shippuden episode 17 or 18.. or was it 16? lol Gai's team was hilarious! Kenan and Kel.. ' I DROPPED THE SCREW IN THE TUNAAA' , 'I LOVE BRIAN' lol -u- Scary Movie 4 was awesomeee. Yesh I know.. after so long,why am I now only watchin it? :D Now I'm getting lazy to type and last night I saw a really beautiful full moon and I wanted to take a picture of it but.. my camera ran out of batteries.. SAD OH WELL THATS ABOUT IT :D BYEBYEBYEBEYBE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OH DENISE GOT blogspot.. so does ASMEETA now.. :D added them n__n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CHANGED BACKGROUND to BLACK wahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265461526093433675-7547351460354353388?l=shakiboom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7547351460354353388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265461526093433675/posts/default/7547351460354353388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakiboom.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-long-one.html' title='Its a long one!'/><author><name>Shakila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318957301309129597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/SbNXV7JzhfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mpUrzz7hEwU/S220/n688197638_1507187_4933.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aoMp-VM4pxw/RvtyCzE9IzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qy2BFXrYjvw/s72-c/4942%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
