<?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-8062051972001032104</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:34:48.732+08:00</updated><category term='kiss my azzz'/><title type='text'>SHEERA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4735442728940969019</id><published>2010-04-18T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:31:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th April.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qGAXbIwOI/AAAAAAAAA64/GQcNIvT3zug/s1600/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324838986105058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qGAXbIwOI/AAAAAAAAA64/GQcNIvT3zug/s320/bday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 42nd~&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qGAOS92RI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9-Bz8D9r4uU/s1600/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324836535916818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qGAOS92RI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9-Bz8D9r4uU/s320/DSC00281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qF_rNvbkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/aNnzk-feC1Q/s1600/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324827118759490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qF_rNvbkI/AAAAAAAAA6o/aNnzk-feC1Q/s320/DSC00356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate my mashed potatoes - loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qF_JbdDbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/tGaIjbc97io/s1600/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324818049469874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qF_JbdDbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/tGaIjbc97io/s320/DSC00361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what she did to hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qF-1svNlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/5kI8oRHwwB4/s1600/bday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324812753253970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qF-1svNlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/5kI8oRHwwB4/s320/bday.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was my dad's 42nd birthday. We went out for late dinner at Spize, which was in Bedok. Omg i love that place. I got a Garlic Mushroom steak which had two scoops of mashed potatoes, a medium cooked steak, broccoli, carrots, a corn, and mushrooms. xD! Okay i know i didnt need to say all that. Blablabla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad got this chicken wrap with crisps. My grandma got Mee Hong Kong. My younger sis got fish and chips which she didnt even finish, it was so much of it, the fish itself was more than 20cm long. xD! My otherrrr sis got this thing called "Bangers and Mash" or something. It was sausages with mashed potato. My grandma said the curled sausage looked like shit. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to wait at that place for like, nearly 30 minutes before we get seated. The stupid soccer fans were hogging up all the seats and they were not even eating!!! So we finished dinner at about 10.45pm (more like supper). Reached home at 11pm+ and my dad wanted to cut his cake badly. My sister was so tired, she slept before the cake was even lighted. I stayed up till past midnight, playing games on my auntie's DS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im going back home today. So much homework to do. Principal wants to see our prep work, wtf. Im not even HALFWAY done. Why does she even want to see it? Kpo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4735442728940969019?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4735442728940969019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4735442728940969019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4735442728940969019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4735442728940969019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/04/17th-april.html' title='17th April.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8qGAXbIwOI/AAAAAAAAA64/GQcNIvT3zug/s72-c/bday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2858982722382773761</id><published>2010-04-17T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:33:42.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Fest &amp; Sports Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8ltzJt805I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/r8SIr_rcIFY/s1600/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461016748712842130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8ltzJt805I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/r8SIr_rcIFY/s320/DSC00276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lty5Hd2cI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Sp5fnVaTtjs/s1600/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461016744256461250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lty5Hd2cI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Sp5fnVaTtjs/s320/DSC00274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8ltHr_4H4I/AAAAAAAAA5w/NyYbFXL9lMU/s1600/Image1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461016002000592770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8ltHr_4H4I/AAAAAAAAA5w/NyYbFXL9lMU/s320/Image1087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lrRvvmGBI/AAAAAAAAA5o/pt_zoOQA8Rs/s1600/put1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461013975781480466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lrRvvmGBI/AAAAAAAAA5o/pt_zoOQA8Rs/s320/put1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Midsummer Night's Dream actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lrRafPxxI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9XMQxxWk8S4/s1600/put.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461013970075764498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lrRafPxxI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9XMQxxWk8S4/s320/put.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putra and Azly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lrQ06i-kI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8Oy5fHsiF5Q/s1600/sheera9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461013959989721666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lrQ06i-kI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8Oy5fHsiF5Q/s320/sheera9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lp-K91bDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZoJEI5puef8/s1600/sheera6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461012539979951154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lp-K91bDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZoJEI5puef8/s320/sheera6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lp9uGYFQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NjDCTXJfZso/s1600/sheera5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461012532231148802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lp9uGYFQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NjDCTXJfZso/s320/sheera5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lp9AQ8S4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/OK2elYw212s/s1600/sheera8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461012519927434114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8lp9AQ8S4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/OK2elYw212s/s320/sheera8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay hi. The pictures above are obviously from Literature fest and sports day, as mentioned in title.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Literature fest :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My group (lead by Min Erh and Liling) did a short skit on our lit book, To Kill A Mockingbird. It was the classroom scene where the teacher, Ms Caroline had her first experience in class in Maycomb County. I had to play the teacher, unfortunately. We had to act during two recesses, lower sec and upper sec. Sad to say, our play attracted less than 20 students. Its mainly because we were given a shitty spot to act. It was so far from the canteen, and people barely noticed our existence. I heard Putra had a number of fans? Haha. I think they were attracted by his boobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day we had to  do it again. Booo. We were supposed to switch places with the other group, who were doing a play on our new lit book, A Midsummer Night's Dream. But they were so selfish and didnt want to switch with us. Again, we looked like fools. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What pissed me off the most was when someone from the other team said that my group's play was " not important ", and they wanted to take my group's vital characters/actors. Because 4 of their actors were missing. I was like, whatthefuuuuuuuuck. I told them no and they had to make do with the other students who had no part whatsoever. Just because my group's play didnt attract as much as the other group, doesnt mean im going to give away the actors. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sports day :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reached Woodlands stadium at 7+ with Nazirah, Lily and Niq. The morning was so hot. We did the march pass with our placards, etcetcetcetc. Blablablablabla, and i ran the 4 x 100m relay with Niq, Nazirah and Nabilah. Omg we got 7th place out of 8. xD! I think it was my fault. I was the last runner and i didnt do sufficient stretches and i had a slow reaction to the baton. Hahahah. but our team B got 1st place. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing interesting happened to me so far this year. Sucks to be me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2858982722382773761?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2858982722382773761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2858982722382773761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2858982722382773761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2858982722382773761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/04/literature-fest-sports-day.html' title='Literature Fest &amp; Sports Day.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8ltzJt805I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/r8SIr_rcIFY/s72-c/DSC00276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3740498216473252767</id><published>2010-04-10T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:03:05.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8CRiRt2lvI/AAAAAAAAA44/rvSd8iBO_QU/s1600/sheera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8CRiRt2lvI/AAAAAAAAA44/rvSd8iBO_QU/s320/sheera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458522766430344946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Nazhiifah last Saturday. It was such a bad day. It was raining heavily and we couldnt go anywhere. So Nazhiifah bought her shirt and we went to makan. Since she wanted pictures sooooo badly, i agreed. Btw the picture above makes me look so old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Republic Poly (Anyhow enter only!) and took it/them there. Then she had a major red light and had to go home and take a pill. So Uncle Jamz picked me up from her house and sent me to my Grandma's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so next topic. Omg my art is a mess. Miss Lim said she can see the link in my art. Im in a big trouble i hate it. Okay next Thursday is Sportsday, i hope Nabilah is satisfied with my running. God, last runners really do take the pressure the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay thats all. Bye-bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3740498216473252767?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3740498216473252767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3740498216473252767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3740498216473252767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3740498216473252767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/04/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S8CRiRt2lvI/AAAAAAAAA44/rvSd8iBO_QU/s72-c/sheera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-9131242504517046283</id><published>2010-03-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:36:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poem analysis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-9131242504517046283?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/9131242504517046283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=9131242504517046283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/9131242504517046283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/9131242504517046283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-heres-what-i-have-so-far-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2945057616405626727</id><published>2010-03-17T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:49:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KUKUP TRIP ON 16/3/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ1R2ZaKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3dJn8u0vy60/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514794117327010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ1R2ZaKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3dJn8u0vy60/s320/DSC00163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niq's holding a baby shark.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ0_D8IVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VRUo9oRYeVc/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514789073854802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ0_D8IVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VRUo9oRYeVc/s320/DSC00162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ0Z245SI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NvvdMpVovdg/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514779087004962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ0Z245SI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NvvdMpVovdg/s320/DSC00161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQz0ksbqI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Bic1ubWsG0Q/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514769078578850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQz0ksbqI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Bic1ubWsG0Q/s320/DSC00153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tour guide. (Forgot his name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQzpIMibI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/sxJmlQy6d7E/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514766006258098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQzpIMibI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/sxJmlQy6d7E/s320/DSC00152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO. I've been busy. Still no internet. Plus, my laptop's busted. :{! At my grandparent's place. Had Art and Chemistry class to day. Booooooring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Humanities people went to Kukup Island on the 16th. I loved it. Except for the fact that the place is fil-thaaay (filthy). We went to the Pineapple Museum. LOL. I tasted the Josapine pineapple and it was the best i've ever tasted. SWEEEEEET. I totally hate the ones on pizzas. Bleagh. We went to Kukup Island and took a boat to this floating platform which looked like it was going to capsize. The person took out a pufferfish, a jellyfish, a baby shark and this flat thing with a tail. I wanted to hold the flat one but the mouth looked gross, and its tiny feet were scrambling - if you know what i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq held the hard thing and a baby shark. WITH BOTH HANDS. Yuuuuuuck! I wanted to pat the shark but i had already went to the back of the group. Hehe. Then the pufferfish part. It was ridiculous. First the guy took out a flabby pufferfish. Then he shook it and kind of tickled it. It puffed up. He shook it again, more vigorously. The fish puffed even more. It was both cute and disgusting at the same time. The pufferfish puffed all the way till it was the size of my head. OMG much. Wait, before that, we went to see groupers(?) and the archerfish which i haaaaate so much. The archerfish spits! Some spat on my face (and hair and hands and almost my mouth). Yeesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, after that we went for seafooooooood~ I feel bad for not finishing the veggies. It was bitter. :x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, we went to the largest mangrove swamp in the world - i think. It's at the tip of the Southeast something. Forgot. Ooops. I saw mudskippers! HAHAHA. So cute. We walked like, forever, there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bla, bla, bla, yadda, yadda, yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Jusco @ bukit Indah. The new one, i heard. It was so boring. I think Bugis Street is better. -_- I wanted to get a charm bracelet there but it cost RM27. I had RM40, lol, but i didn't want to use it all up. I thought my mom wanted it back. GRR. Turns out, when i got home, my mom wanted me to spend it all. Urghhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were given out "tea" food. It was a catered thing. And it was so not delicious. But i tried to eat as much as possible. The fried noodles were tasteless. The curry puff was saggy and soggy. The popiah was just gross. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached SG. Went home. Exhausted. Bathe. Slept at 10pm. Had classes starting from 8am-1pm. Tomorrow there's 2 hours of MT(omg), 1 hour of Physics(yesssss) and 1 hour of Math(yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay Ciao.&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/8062051972001032104-2945057616405626727?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2945057616405626727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2945057616405626727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2945057616405626727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2945057616405626727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/03/kukup-trip-on-1632010.html' title='KUKUP TRIP ON 16/3/2010'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S6CQ1R2ZaKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3dJn8u0vy60/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-6175733461004271965</id><published>2010-02-06T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:33:18.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retards at work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KkGLVsWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OSg4eTunebo/s1600-h/Picture0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435152678044152162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KkGLVsWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OSg4eTunebo/s320/Picture0115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KjuRUflI/AAAAAAAAA4A/3yrQv4hlCiI/s1600-h/Picture0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435152671626788434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KjuRUflI/AAAAAAAAA4A/3yrQv4hlCiI/s320/Picture0114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KizVr3UI/AAAAAAAAA34/HtASpJZxlbo/s1600-h/Picture0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435152655807405378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KizVr3UI/AAAAAAAAA34/HtASpJZxlbo/s320/Picture0095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J1eBbd6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/DhB3EdLkauY/s1600-h/Picture0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435151876991186850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J1eBbd6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/DhB3EdLkauY/s320/Picture0111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J1GcHKlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Pu56tUjexx8/s1600-h/Picture0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435151870660651602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J1GcHKlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Pu56tUjexx8/s320/Picture0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J0puQf4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/jttTjwGQayo/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435151862952132482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J0puQf4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/jttTjwGQayo/s320/Picture0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J0XGFSOI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Jp7Kokq_VK4/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435151857951787234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22J0XGFSOI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Jp7Kokq_VK4/s320/Picture0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22Jz0WKzfI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DLCyob4Z8fM/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435151848624016882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22Jz0WKzfI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DLCyob4Z8fM/s320/Picture0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhored using the webcam with my 2 retarded sisters. HAHAHAHA! It was soooo fun. Okay i got nothing else to say. Bored. 1 more dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 FEB! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-6175733461004271965?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6175733461004271965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=6175733461004271965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6175733461004271965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6175733461004271965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/02/retards-at-work.html' title='Retards at work.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S22KkGLVsWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OSg4eTunebo/s72-c/Picture0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4823483685935258200</id><published>2010-02-05T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:47:51.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uonKKQB_I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Oexgsf19_L0/s1600-h/Photo+0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434622766048348146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uonKKQB_I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Oexgsf19_L0/s320/Photo+0445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uomixOubI/AAAAAAAAA3A/fTFZZt0u3vI/s1600-h/Photo+0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434622755474422194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uomixOubI/AAAAAAAAA3A/fTFZZt0u3vI/s320/Photo+0444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uoCYdGMeI/AAAAAAAAA24/895Wea5GIUA/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434622134230331874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uoCYdGMeI/AAAAAAAAA24/895Wea5GIUA/s320/DSC00046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi people. Long time no post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had cross-country in Admiralty Park near Republic Polytechnic. I thought it was like, 5km or something, but it was not. It was so short. I kept running without stopping but i didnt manage to get top 20 or best team or whatever. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday i came home at 9:15pm. I stayed in school with Niq, Hafiz and Nazirah to finish up our table decoration. I painted the names of our group members - those who helped only - under the table, but its visible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is my drawing of my mom and Darwisi. He is so big already. LOL! And, omg, a few more days to my birthday! :O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 February &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/8062051972001032104-4823483685935258200?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4823483685935258200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4823483685935258200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/S2uonKKQB_I/AAAAAAAAA3I/Oexgsf19_L0/s72-c/Photo+0445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4789158957682760784</id><published>2009-12-13T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:11:23.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainzzzzz</title><content type='html'>I tried to upload this one single picture from chalet but its too huge. &lt;em&gt;Its from your handphone, Diy. &lt;/em&gt;Jeez. My laptop has gone loco, and so i cant use it anymore. Im using computer at my Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chalet was okay. Except that the people who got the food obviously didnt do research on bbq-able food. First, they got the wrong kind of squid. &lt;em&gt;The one they got was meant for cooking. &lt;/em&gt;Then, they got non-halal marshmallows, and a non-halal marinate sauce. &lt;em&gt;Goodness.&lt;/em&gt; Then, the other dumbos who werent doing anything complained that we took a long time to marinate the squid. Please, we had to clean the insides of the squid, then scrape the gooey stuff from inside and out, then cut the stupid uncuttable squid into tiny pieces - just so everyone could have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;took a whole stick of like, 8(?) pieces of squid on a stick and didnt share it. &lt;em&gt;Nabilah pon satu, dah malas takmo buat la. Tsk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the second day, i wanted to go to Wild Wild Wet for the outing, but we had to wait 5 hours for Ms Mel to come from wherever she was. But no one wanted to go WWW except for Nabilah, Niq and Nazirah. Psht. I wonder why. Ohhhh, &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people were having period! How unthoughtful. Of them, i mean. We should just have separated and i could have had MY fun, after doing the stinky seafood with the 3 Ns. Not to forget, Rifqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, i cant understand the biasness that exists in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we went bowling at Ehub and i totally sucked at it. The bowling thing broke down twice and everyone had to wait for my group and Ms Mel's. And others had to watch us play. How embarassing. I think i got 4 &lt;em&gt;lonkangs &lt;/em&gt;in a row. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i bought chocolate-coated apple from Fondu. Delishuuuuuz. That night, on the 2nd night,  Niq went home after SG Idol. -_- Then me, Nazirah, Hafiz, Yusri, Jia Hui, Nas, Zheng Hua, Nick and Rizwan(teacher's bro) stayed up till 4am. Well, i stayed up till 4am. They played card games and chatted till like, 6am. Seriously, i cannot take it. I need my sleeeeeeep. Oh ya, and when i woke up, i kicked Jia Hui and Xue Ting i think. Hehe. Sorry girls. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, had prata for b-fast and went home. &lt;em&gt;And omg, i think the guys didnt bathe for like, 12 hours at least. Ewwwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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;&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;&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;&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-size:78%;"&gt;I have no money for next year's school books.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And shoes, and uniform. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4789158957682760784?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4789158957682760784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4789158957682760784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4789158957682760784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4789158957682760784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/12/complaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainzzzzz.html' title='Complaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainzzzzz'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4823931467555446140</id><published>2009-11-28T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:19:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SxEGSID-bVI/AAAAAAAAA2I/kwMZuIteq9M/s1600/Photo+0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409111535920246098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SxEGSID-bVI/AAAAAAAAA2I/kwMZuIteq9M/s320/Photo+0257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally someone lent me their laptop. I feel so ostracized from the world. {Oops - spell check please} So i did my art research already. So far only Physics and Art homework done. Math halfway. Chem - gave up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 25th i celebrated my mom's 40th birthday. My sister and i - and Uncle Jamz - went to JP to make the cake. Expensive much. I decorated it and it looks shitty. What do you expect from beginners? We bought the 8-inch cake and brought it home and hid it in the spare fridge. Then fetched my mom and we had to stand literally on guard. Infront of the fridge. Yeesh. I cant upload the pictures but i have one that shows me decorating the cake. Hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my grandma's birthday. Im not sure how old she is. She looks young but shes old. Errr? I should go - even w/o my mom - because i already missed the Hari Raya Haji celebration. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently chatting with Azly katik. He's the only person "alive" on msn. Pssshhht. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for the overnight stay at the chalet. HAHAHA. I think im going to stay for the 3D2N. Good thing my "red light" is almost done. *Rolls eyes* Im going to make full use of my fbt shorts during that chalet stay. I have like 4 of them - not much but still - and i dont really use them. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to do know im so bored. And to those who wants me to relink please leave your URL. As in TYPE IT OUT. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4823931467555446140?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4823931467555446140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4823931467555446140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4823931467555446140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4823931467555446140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtf.html' title='WTF!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SxEGSID-bVI/AAAAAAAAA2I/kwMZuIteq9M/s72-c/Photo+0257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1817872979650886223</id><published>2009-11-09T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:16:22.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEBCAM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexF4dwQfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/y0R0IH_qJ1s/s1600-h/Picture0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980992668844530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexF4dwQfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/y0R0IH_qJ1s/s320/Picture0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexFvqoSZI/AAAAAAAAA14/pIs3n58rhAI/s1600-h/Picture0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980990306929042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexFvqoSZI/AAAAAAAAA14/pIs3n58rhAI/s320/Picture0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexFFRfi5I/AAAAAAAAA1w/a8V1ehOYP6g/s1600-h/Picture0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980978927209362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexFFRfi5I/AAAAAAAAA1w/a8V1ehOYP6g/s320/Picture0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexE8KoEFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/rwAso9zEC4g/s1600-h/Picture0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980976482488402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexE8KoEFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/rwAso9zEC4g/s320/Picture0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewkB5WTII/AAAAAAAAA1g/4YcFH38BhNU/s1600-h/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980411084950658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewkB5WTII/AAAAAAAAA1g/4YcFH38BhNU/s320/Picture0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Svewj0hFzQI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fe_WSh4A5lA/s1600-h/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980407493545218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Svewj0hFzQI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fe_WSh4A5lA/s320/Picture0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewjpSK20I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yUngqi64jMo/s1600-h/Picture0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980404478171970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewjpSK20I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yUngqi64jMo/s320/Picture0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewjY4rCkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/kHF9JsGX5KU/s1600-h/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980400076261954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewjY4rCkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/kHF9JsGX5KU/s320/Picture0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewjedSkgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/M2y2WAUncEI/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980401572024834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvewjedSkgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/M2y2WAUncEI/s320/Picture0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently at my Grandparents house. Camwhored with my black sister. MY HAIR!!! :l Ya, my face look shittier than usual because i have no eyeliner on. I think. XD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came here after school, which ended 20 minutes earlier. We did the kindergarten walls opposite Marsiling MRT station. And GUESS WHAT!!?? We have to come down during the "holidays" to paint the walls. ^%$%^$#!@ !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive nothing to talk about, seriously. Oh and hi MARISSA. Erm, i miss you? LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, yes, my internet is still OFF now. Grrrr. So i BELIEVE you people have my number. :( Message me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1817872979650886223?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1817872979650886223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1817872979650886223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1817872979650886223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1817872979650886223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/11/webcam.html' title='WEBCAM?'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SvexF4dwQfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/y0R0IH_qJ1s/s72-c/Picture0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7764530778387257956</id><published>2009-11-02T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:03:32.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at my Grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get straight to the point. Ive been on "hiatus" since i dont know when, because my internet has been cut off. Pfft. But now i have a new Mio wireless bullshit modem. Obviously, it sucks because i still cannot get internet access. *shows finger* seriously. I hate technology and anything wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ive received my results and they suck. But whatever, im still getting promoted. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So EOY theres going to be an "OUTING". I dont find it to be an outing, really. Its a 3D2N stay at a chalet. -_- First of all, CHALET???? And only 2 rooms are booked? For 3/4 of a class of 39? If you ask me, such a waste of $. Might as well - like Nik said - we meet up at the beach or Wild Wild Wet or whatever, and do the activities, and then go home, and then meet up again the next day right? Saves money. MY MOTHER'S MONEY, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think im going to go anyway. But then the thing is booked and i dont know. Id rather stay at home and do my own stuff or go with my family or friends or something. I dont think we cannot spend bonding time as a class WITHOUT spending a fortune. And the chalet costs what? $500-$600? And dont call me a cheapo, you PoS. None of you(students) are rich, in case you havent had a reality check. Its not your money. Its your parents'. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just babbling stuff on my head here. Pissed off at people who are biased/one-sided. Its always the same people. Others dont have the chance. Call others racist, mirror yourself first. Such a fake. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PoS means ; Piece of Shit) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7764530778387257956?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7764530778387257956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7764530778387257956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7764530778387257956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7764530778387257956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5775327830893735834</id><published>2009-09-27T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:50:18.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILL UPDATE SOON.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Photo uploader is down, therefore pictures cannot be uploaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;W/o pictures, i cannot blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bye, and happy EOY-ing to students!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5775327830893735834?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5775327830893735834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5775327830893735834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5775327830893735834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5775327830893735834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2079201778248849795</id><published>2009-09-20T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:51:12.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrZJpeZfNcI/AAAAAAAAA04/bSPumbR11dY/s1600-h/DSC03927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571381451437506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrZJpeZfNcI/AAAAAAAAA04/bSPumbR11dY/s320/DSC03927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know the picture had got no shit to do with the occassion. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the first day of Hari Raya. Yeesh. I didnt have the mood to raya this year, because im loaded with art crap. Oh and im having a little dilemma. Art topics : 1) &lt;em&gt;Desire&lt;/em&gt; 2) &lt;em&gt;Rip Apart&lt;/em&gt;. I like Rip Apart. But i like Desire too. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i was waiting for the bus, Qamarul smsed me, saying "Nice red baju.". I was already like, *looks around* So ohhh, he was in a car which passed by the bustop i was under. xD! Shocked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day went well. It was NENEK DAY. First house was my grandmother. Mom's side. And then to great-grandmother. Dad's side. Then to great-grandmother. Mom's side. Then to great-great-grandmother. Mom's side. Lastly, grandmother's. Dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went to my great-great-grandma's house, she was lying on the bed. So pitiful, she couldnt even recognise me anymore. :( Then one of my uncles kissed me on both my cheeks, and i was shocked. Ahaha. I dont think you should kiss men right? And also, he left his saliva on my cheek. Bleah! When i went out of the room, i was wiping away at my cheek. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwisi was soooooooooooooooo weird. He didnt cry when he saw me. Miracle. Hahaaa. He wore a hat which had a hole on top. Pshhhht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my uncle was so &lt;em&gt;whatever la eh&lt;/em&gt;. When my mom asked to take our picture again, he was like, "Bukan gambar yang tak lawa, korang tu da memang tak lawa". Irritating much. Ape lagi, i just ignored him. Like my father says ; PODAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures. Using the camera. When i came home at 8:30pm, i asked my mom for the USB cord. Guess what? My mom &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;she threw it away. I was like, "WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". *Rips hair off head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you do last minute cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think thats all i have/want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin. Forgive me if i did any *toot* to you. If you dont want to forgive, go and have a shit. Just kidding. But if you want, go ahead. FYI im trying to be sincere. Give me a little credit, will ya?" &lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_586.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2079201778248849795?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2079201778248849795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2079201778248849795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2079201778248849795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2079201778248849795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrZJpeZfNcI/AAAAAAAAA04/bSPumbR11dY/s72-c/DSC03927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4598733215764265502</id><published>2009-09-17T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:37:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LYAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrIzB-2ZtTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hmIZDLLB_04/s1600-h/DSC06096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382420613805225266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrIzB-2ZtTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hmIZDLLB_04/s320/DSC06096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, that picture was initially taken because i wanted to see how my new lipstick looks on me. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Fir said i looked like a prostitute. Then Nick said kinda hot. Whichever. (&lt;em&gt;Is that even a word&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;strong&gt;laugh-your-ass-off&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During PE the softball hit Nas's balls, and he said it got &lt;em&gt;numb&lt;/em&gt;. (Ngilu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During recess Nabilah, Nazirah, Niq and myself talked about those songs they play on radio. Tha "habibi" thing. Whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Niq imagined if Nabilah was the leader of a singing group; &lt;em&gt;dah macam Raihan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During English we had to mark different essays done by O level candidates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My group got the D/E grade essay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;" A &lt;em&gt;terribly&lt;/em&gt; very huge crowd " and " I'm &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; dead meat! ".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and Niq/Rifqi's favourite ; " &lt;em&gt;Millions&lt;/em&gt; of odour ".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*sniff* One... *sniff* Two... *sniff* Three...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;xD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before Physics we drew a Davinci Codex. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Photo will be upload next time - USB cord not working)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was on Nicholas. Heheh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Netball was cancelled today because only 5 were turning up, which was bullshit. Zie said the chinese girls didnt want to come because they said the breaks were too long. Well, you dumbass, breaks are long because majority are fasting. Can you use your brain more? Or something? Its kinda funny. Because if you are given short breaks, you get moody and pissed off. When you are given long breaks, you also do the same. Complain, complain, complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so now my sister is reading the other "essays" ranging from grade A to U1. Ive not done my art research on which artist influence, which medium to use, which &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;. URGH. Its hard i tell you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You're so fake, you make Barbie look real."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4598733215764265502?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4598733215764265502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4598733215764265502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4598733215764265502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4598733215764265502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/lyao.html' title='LYAO.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrIzB-2ZtTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hmIZDLLB_04/s72-c/DSC06096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8438900453200832488</id><published>2009-09-16T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:27:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNcbWM8hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SY9066lxZck/s1600-h/130909+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027442968654354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNcbWM8hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SY9066lxZck/s320/130909+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niq's "future" hubby. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNRIfF_BI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Li6d_Rg7_uE/s1600-h/130909+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027248927112210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNRIfF_BI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Li6d_Rg7_uE/s320/130909+(17).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNQ1cokoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Iltg5CRThzc/s1600-h/130909+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027243816522370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNQ1cokoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Iltg5CRThzc/s320/130909+(16).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shes doing all these poses to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNQdja18I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6mWl9rvowRM/s1600-h/130909+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382027237402531778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNQdja18I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6mWl9rvowRM/s320/130909+(11).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Im coooooold! " - yeah, brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM5hcaJLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5XQyI35yg9c/s1600-h/130909+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026843309876402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM5hcaJLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5XQyI35yg9c/s320/130909+(15).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she was either sucking her fingers or bitting her nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM5dcOaBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/6ZxNKPbDBP4/s1600-h/130909+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026842235365394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM5dcOaBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/6ZxNKPbDBP4/s320/130909+(10).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick was getting hornyyyyy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM4zWVUnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/cDrZlIOhHio/s1600-h/130909+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026830936363634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM4zWVUnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/cDrZlIOhHio/s320/130909+(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Talk to the hand, bitch. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM4ZzZpYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wp5o6DMcnrE/s1600-h/130909+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026824078960002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM4ZzZpYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wp5o6DMcnrE/s320/130909+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM4PC9IVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6RTo63EcNiE/s1600-h/130909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026821191410002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDM4PC9IVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6RTo63EcNiE/s320/130909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, sorry for the 3-day lateness, or whatever. Currently chatting with Nick. Yes Nick, i ate in 5 minutes, and yes, all i ate was a burger. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so here are the pictures from the Sunday library meeting. Lets not call it an outing, shall we? Hehe. *Waggles eyebrows* So there was me, Niq, Nick, my sister, Afiqah, Rifqi, Qamarul, Renn and Yusri. We were supposed to meet at 9:45am but i wokeup at 8:50am, what to doooo? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we were there till 4:45pm, omg~ Afiqah was already freezing in 2 hours. Pshhhht. She used my jacket as a blanket and she put it on her feet, wtf. Grrr. She helped me with Chem and she said i was pathetic?! Hmph. Toot you, biatch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Niq went on to Facebook and did quizzes for fun. She did " What your future husband will look like " or something, and she got " That ugly-ass dog ". HAHA! I WAS SO TRUE! Then she did this, " How naughty are you? " and the questions and the choices were so funny. HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After all that, we went to look for my watch. I needed one. I hate the new Whatever Icon shop. Theres nothing much there. And the stuff are expensive. So i bought a cheapo watch. xD! Then Niq and Afiqah went home, and i was left with my sister. We went to look for my headband and to survey on handbags. Since i couldnt find the bag that i wanted, my alternative would be Niq's suggestion. CLUTCHEZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to the The Bluez/s shop and Power 9. And i saw this clutch which was so cool. There were pictures of "naked" people there, like those in bibles, those Adam and Eve pictures? I thought of getting it, but guess how much it costs? $32.90!!! -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out blabla, and my headband costs $9.90. I didnt buy it; im getting it on Friday maybe. :) Collecting my own money ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so todayyyy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started off with Math. Ughhhhhhh. I think i like the new chapter. Who likes bearing? It sucks. And we got back our previous class test papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well i passed.  So? Hahaaaaaaaaaa. I wont reveal my marks, because the paper was sooo easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then during SS, we went to the library and played the YOG games. It was fun, i liked the throwing thing. HAHAHA! And i won the 3E3's game. YAY. Bleah, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, Malay. Erghhhh. No elaboration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English was like shit. We had to do an essay which none have finished, i think. Only Liling. I think. It took me 20minutes to think of a draft and the rest of the period to think of how to write it. So in the end, i only wrote a paragraph. It was supposed to be a class test but the class was enjoying themselves, and me and Niq were half doing and half fooling around ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss Chua not around = class goes berserk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She wasnt in school yesterday too. And we had to do situational writing, which was so stupid, because i totally forgot the format. -_-" I did finish it, though. Some didnt even do it, and they were busy with other homeworks and whatnot. I took more than 2 periods. HAHAHA! Unlike others who didnt do it at all, right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lit was... (No comment). Studied the storybook for 50 minutes and the remaining time was spent on one presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay thats all i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8438900453200832488?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8438900453200832488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8438900453200832488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8438900453200832488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8438900453200832488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/late.html' title='Late.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SrDNcbWM8hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SY9066lxZck/s72-c/130909+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5456915532353963013</id><published>2009-09-08T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:49:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SqVDfbFbh2I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZJdlhNS9L_s/s1600-h/DSC06029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378779537089464162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SqVDfbFbh2I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZJdlhNS9L_s/s320/DSC06029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! &lt;em&gt;I look like a fish&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, why is Sheera-the-lazy-ass blogging late at night? Or should i say, in the wee hours of the morning? Hehe. Im bored, and im tired. Tired as in,&lt;em&gt; restless&lt;/em&gt;. I want to lie down and sleep. But i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished browsing through blogshops. Blogshops are nice. HAHA. Seriously. They sell super-&lt;em&gt;cheap&lt;/em&gt;-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did i do today? Nothing. &lt;em&gt;Exaggeration&lt;/em&gt;~ I went to Geylang with my mom and sister to look for baju kurung. I wasnt in the mood, because i was so lazy to look for clothes. I usually order them, and have them altered(&lt;em&gt;however you spell it&lt;/em&gt;) to the way i want it to be. But then theres some difficulties this year. Im in such a rush. I dont feel like celebrating Hari Raya already~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I found this nice kurung songket. Initially i wanted a black colour, then there was no stock. And then we moved on to dark purple - how gorgeous - but no size. _l_ Then we finally found a maroon one. With stock AND sizes. HEHE. Im so happy i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im contradictive. I think. At first i dont feel like celebrating Hari Raya, and then when i found the kurung, im elated. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i still need heels and my bag. :( I feel so lazy to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. I chatted with Firah bee on MSN just now. For a few hours seh. Hah. So bored. I thought her flowery top was from Espirit(&lt;em&gt;because i saw one from Espirit&lt;/em&gt;). Then she told me it was from Bugis. xD! How dumb can i be? Very, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to shop alot from Bugis Street, and around that viccinity/area. Alamak spelling please, someone correct me. Sorry, some of you might think im trying to sound bombastic and all, but no. You stupid, im trying to boost my language/vocabulary usage . In case you missed out, i got a freakin' B4 for my English. I, like Niq, usually get between A1/2 to B3. No and &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; less. Until now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It already happened, so. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5456915532353963013?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5456915532353963013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5456915532353963013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5456915532353963013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5456915532353963013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishie.html' title='Fishie.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SqVDfbFbh2I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZJdlhNS9L_s/s72-c/DSC06029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-9046035290220895502</id><published>2009-09-02T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:44:34.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STHU.</title><content type='html'>Ok today sucks. Why? Because its the day my period came. I hate periods. Its smelly, dirty and troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fat sister was suddenly so stupid. I wanted to use the laptop but then i kept falling asleep while waiting for the things to load. Then she wanted to help me to do whatever stuff i had to do. I wanted to do it on my own and i said "Move" to her. Then she stood up abruptly and stomped off, almost causing an earthquake. LITERALLY. My mom asked "Why what happened?" she said that, it doesnt mean that if i got period, i can make her/people angry. Ok whatthefuck much, i know. I didnt do anyshit, and she made me angry? _l_ And everytime i tell her off, she will reply back. Everything i say, she will feel offended towards it. Like just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Suddenly im very hungry today.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Thats an understatement. *Not even looking at her*&lt;br /&gt;She : Its my stomach what, blablabla yaddayaddayadda crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. How can i not want to be a single child? HUH? I wished i was the only one in the house, like last time. When shes still with my dad. -_- Eh go go, go back there, where you belong please. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER. Its good i didnt punch her face in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - in school - was boring. We had no PE because we had to do the marks thing. I hate the marks. I failed almost all i think. And my science combi? 49.8/100. Only 0.2 more marks also cannot add. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math ; learned Chapter 8.3 already. So fast, i know. TOO fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay ; Did workbook. Stupid Azly irritated me. Just because you beat me in COMMON TEST, doesnt mean youre so good already, dumbass. Have you beaten me in tests before CT? Have you? NO. SO SHUT THE HELL UP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so stressed out, seriously. And not to mention, pissed from every angle. I know whatever im saying is not making sense. Try putting yourself in my shitty state. A stupid sister, a stupid brain, and a stupid classmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-9046035290220895502?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/9046035290220895502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=9046035290220895502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/9046035290220895502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/9046035290220895502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sthu.html' title='STHU.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1855036208713159438</id><published>2009-08-30T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:35:20.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Okay blogger is such a bitch. I wrote a long post just now and i couldnt post it. I had to rewrite it, but no way am i going to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone - obviously the blogger admins - please fix this shit? FIX IT DAMN IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1855036208713159438?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1855036208713159438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1855036208713159438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1855036208713159438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1855036208713159438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html' title='...'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5666951673130990459</id><published>2009-08-29T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:51:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>Eh how do i post my pictures here again? Someone tell me!!!!!! Gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, back to life. Wtf, life. xD! Im bored and i have not showered yet. Time is 4:37pm. Boredboredboredboredbored. I cant go on my MSN because of some stupid error - once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive not done any homework. First homework on the list is, well, math. Duh, right. HAHAHAHA! I dont know when to start doing it. Theres like, 8 questions to be done. Then theres the physics homework. Its only mindmapping. I can do that, right? Yes. Mm-hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day celebration will be on Monday. Theres going to be that aces day walk shit. I so dont like it. Its just walking around the Singapore American School area, which i think most of the student have walked around a gazillon times. Exaggerating. xD! We're going to pass by lots of bungalows and terraces whatever. I bet theres going to be dogs all over the place. Exaggerating, again. But then we get to see whats inside those fences. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were not fasting then, i think i would have brought a picnic spread, i think. XD! Oh and, ohmygod i failed my Geog and im going to be transferred to the *TEEEET* class. Another class, i mean. And i got a B4 for my Art? _l_! I wouldnt mind a B3 you know!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do already~ I feel like im talking to myself, but then, its what i always do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5666951673130990459?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5666951673130990459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5666951673130990459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5666951673130990459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5666951673130990459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8675072266156721846</id><published>2009-08-26T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:12:35.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Im currently doing math. I dont even understand the topic. Its the bearing thing. Ms Zukhaira had a bad mood because "we" were making too much noise during math, and so she decided to give us 9 questions off the textbook. SHE DIDNT EVEN FINISH EXPLAINING THE PREVIOUS QUESTIONS! What the fuck. I sooo hate teachers when they do this. Very fucking unreasonable. I dont know how to do the first few questions, and how can anyone expect me to be able to do it? Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was okay. Partially ruined by math. Everyting - the teacher, the lesson, the topic. Not saying i hate Ms Zukhaira to the core. Just a little. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first lesson was P.E which was fun. We played Teeball. Its similar to baseball. Well i tried striking - is that what its called? - and i hit! Hoooooooooray. But then my reaction was slow. Niq said when i hit, i gazed at the flying ball for like,  3 seconds i think, and then dropped the bat and ran~ HAHA. Niq didnt even have the chance to hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im so tired. Stayed back until 4:30pm just to do malay and wait for Niq. She was supposed to have a meeting for GG, but then the teacher went home already. Stupid! I dont feel like doing anything now. I feel like sleeping like a log for 2 days. Honestly, i also feel like quiting school. Its so hectic and stupid. But then if i quit what was i going to do la kan. Nak jadi budak bodo? Da memang bodo pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoddddd i seriously cant do math. I have 4 math lessons in a week, which is from Monday till Thursday. It sucks. I have to put up with it/her. Imagine if she was having a super bad mood for the whole week. Ohmygod. That will be like, 4 sub-chapters to be done as homework within a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8675072266156721846?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8675072266156721846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8675072266156721846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8675072266156721846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8675072266156721846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullshit.html' title='bullshit.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1671090729903573321</id><published>2009-08-23T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:34:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** You Collaboration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuckyoucollab.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuckyoucollab.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/fuckyoucollab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AHAHAHA. Okay so this was done last Friday after school. It was Rifqi's idea. At first i didnt know what the heck he was talking about, so i just wrote &lt;em&gt;whatevah&lt;/em&gt;. x)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From left to right ; top row to bottom :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dhaniyah, Aniqah, Nicholas, Rifqi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheera-the-Fabulous, Diyanah, Aqid, &lt;em&gt;someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rin (Rifqi's sister) and him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldnt upload the solo pictures, i dont know why. I have to upload my pictures through photobucket, which is so troublesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Second day of puasa, and i feel... Nothing. Unbelievable. Last night i only bathed/showered 30minutes before the Buka. I dont like to bathe when im fasting, but i swear i bathe when i go out. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today my mom went to the supermarket at 7am without me. I was tired. Only slept for 3hours before Sahur. And she bought the pasta sauce that i wanted, but then she forgot the parmesan cheese. :( Its okay, its okay. *&lt;em&gt;sniffs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tonight im having Buka alone. My mom is going out with her bestie, tagging along with his band for jamming. Once again, its okay. Seriously. I have the pasta all to myself! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oookay. I only did my math homework today. Its not even done. Someone help me~ I only did like 5 out of the 10 questions. Then i still have English and Literature to do. English homework was supposed to be due last week, the summary i mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So homework(s) are :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English : Summary + Compre + Preffix &amp;amp; Suffix thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Literature : Unseen Prose + TKAM sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Did i miss out anything? Dont know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1671090729903573321?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1671090729903573321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1671090729903573321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1671090729903573321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1671090729903573321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-you-collaboration.html' title='F*** You Collaboration!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-6646326032533392642</id><published>2009-08-22T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:44:45.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05837.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attiqah &amp;amp; Intan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05821.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05822.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu &amp;amp; Intan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05825.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05826.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05827.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05829.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DKNY oiiii~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05830.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheera-the-Fabulous &amp;amp; Rizkika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05831.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, there's my salmon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05832.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddy meal spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05833.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something&lt;/em&gt; Bolognaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05834.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken breast &amp;amp; fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05835.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq206/sheera14/DSC05835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okie. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I changed my blogskin also, although it looks like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, these are the pictures. Oh, in case you guy dont notice it, me and my sisters' smiles only show our bottom lips. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time for Spongebob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-6646326032533392642?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6646326032533392642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=6646326032533392642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6646326032533392642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6646326032533392642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes.html' title='YES!!!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-6467660187247944152</id><published>2009-08-22T07:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:11:50.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALALALA!</title><content type='html'>ARGH I CANT POST MY PICTURES?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the start of the fasting month. Yeah, okay. Im not actually ready for it, but what can i do? Hah. I woke up late - i think - this morning. I didnt even set my alarm for the Sahur. My mom didnt either. So i dont know why, but i woke up at 4:30am. ON MY OWN. Can you believe it? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and walked around the house just to get my body going. Weather is cold. Then my mom fried a huuuuuuge fish and made some rice. Oh, theres only me and my mom at home, so yeah. Ate the fish with rice with sambal kicap. Yuuuuuummy. I couldnt even finish the rice, so i moved on to my squid Takoyaki which my mom bought from the bazaar yesterday. Of course i finished it, idiot. Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 2 youngest sisters' birthday. YES, its on the same day. :) So Attiqah is... 13 and Intan is uh... 9. Yeaaaaahhh. The Leos. Both of them had chicken pox marks on their bodies, ergh. We ate at Swensens~ I got myself a salmon dish. Its served with mashed potatoes, salmon - duh, some disgustingly hard and tasteless veggies and a dip which is spicy. Aside from the veggies, it was gr-eat. *Does the lip smack* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took pictures of ALL OUR FOOD. HAHAHAHA. Except for the ice cream, i think she forgot about it. My mom bought two junior monopoly from the bazaar for my sisters, which i think was stupid. JUNIOR MONOPOLY? Yeesh. Then i saw this monopoly, the barbie version. I liked it, but then since my mom already wasted her money on junior monopoly... No need for that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Common Test is OVAHHHHHHHHHHHH. But im not going to talk about it. Its just crappy and shitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-6467660187247944152?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6467660187247944152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=6467660187247944152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6467660187247944152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6467660187247944152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh-i-cant-post-my-pictures-so-today.html' title='LALALALALA!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2323972737602710041</id><published>2009-08-16T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:20:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;%$#</title><content type='html'>WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is back to its shitty self again. I cant preview my post and i cant put pictures. Grrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i woke up at 8:30am today. I couldnt sleep. My mom and sister went to the market for like, 3 hours, while i was at home stoning. Then my sister came home with a rebonded fringe, and shoulder-length hair. I was like, "You look fatter -_-". It cost my mom $35. How expensive - FOR A FRINGEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my teeth the minute i smelled FOOD. I ate bread, banana crackers and something else, i forgot. Actually i dont know the name. Its this brown thing, shaped like a wheel. Kinda chewy and sweet. :) Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, watched tv. The Olsen twins, i forgot the title. Its the one with Simple Plan performing. I LOVE PIERRE! *Googly eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only bathed at 4:30pm just now. HEHE. I hate bathing, dont know why people have to bathe ten times a day. Save water! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of water, i just drank a litre of plain water. I was so dehydrated, i had to drink nonstop. In the end i felt like puking. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG tomorrow is the beginning of COMMON TEST WEEK. *Hyperventilates* HEEH HOOH HEEH HOOH HEEH HOOH. -_-" So its Chemistry(omg), Physics(omg-er) and English(ARGHHH NOOO!) tomorrow. Yikes. Ive only done Physics, read all my notes and papers, and not to forget, TEXT BOOK. I need textbooks. Its where i get all the basics right. Except for math, i could never get it right. Heh. &lt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later im going to READ READ and practice my Chemistry. I suck in the calculating part. Im going to also make my own notes later. HAHAHAHA. I feel so stupid. TALK TALK TALK, but in the end, nothing done. Thats me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres ENGLISH. *JENG JENG JENG! CING CING CING!* Its summary writing, eeeeeww. The last test i got 13/25 for it. Grrr. I hate summary writing. Then thers going to be comprehension too. 30 marks, i think. So... 25 marks for summary and 5 marks for compre? Uh... Only 5 questions for compre? What a serious waste of time!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this weekend. Why? Because my two youngest sisters are not coming. They have chicken pox. Great. Now im the only one who hadnt caught it yet. Life sucks. I want it ASAP so when im already old, i wont have complications, etcetera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2323972737602710041?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2323972737602710041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2323972737602710041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2323972737602710041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2323972737602710041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;%$#'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7592593522837477257</id><published>2009-08-15T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:37:59.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEESH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRcfOvbjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dUqwYPGE040/s1600-h/REENA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209893035765298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRcfOvbjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dUqwYPGE040/s320/REENA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRcLyoCzI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MXiFIaMFyLU/s1600-h/SHEERANIQ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209887817567026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRcLyoCzI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MXiFIaMFyLU/s320/SHEERANIQ2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRbs4XZPI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DsctkOWjkpw/s1600-h/SHEERANIQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209879520142578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRbs4XZPI/AAAAAAAAAzI/DsctkOWjkpw/s320/SHEERANIQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, um... these are the pictures i got from Nat's Multiply, of Reena's party. Omigosh look at my face. Wtf. I look sick! And my specs! Its bloody crooked! Time to change the frames. Ive been using them since i was in sec 1. &lt;em&gt;Yeesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see in the above picture, me and Niq wore the same thing. I dont like itttttt. Its like we got no unique-ness. Yuck. &lt;em&gt;Imagine that&lt;/em&gt;. Me and my bestie with the SAME personality. Sickening, i tell you. And thats the present we gave her, our "&lt;em&gt;champagne&lt;/em&gt;". Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i went to the Da Vinci Art Exhibition today. I woke up so late. I was supposed to meet up with Niq at CWP for breakfast at 8am but at 8am, i was still getting ready. The chartered bus was supposed to pick us up at 9:15am. -_- Niq waited for me an extra 15minutes, LOL. &lt;em&gt;Sooooory.&lt;/em&gt; Went to McDs, and i ordered my Mc Muffin. And i ordered wrongly. &lt;em&gt;I have issues with ordering food okay&lt;/em&gt;. The cashier asked if i wanted Medium Milo, so i said yeah. Then it was HUGE. I changed it to SMALL. Its all the cashier's fault. She didnt give me choices of small, medium, or large. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So blablablabla. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took the bus to Science Centre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept on the way there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No earpiece, grrrr!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus moved so slow like wtf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrived.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to gift shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms Lim/Joyce had to get our tickets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queue was soooo long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to toilet just to kill time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to the Omni Theatre thing and read the history of Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ROFL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waited for 15(+/-)minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got tickets, went in the place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many stuff to read ; Lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went arond looking at the art pieces for 1 hour(and less).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After seeing them all, went out and saw this thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Be Mona Lisa for $10&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your face on the Mona Lisa's body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;xD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted it, but my skin is so black, it'll be like Mona Lisa is wearing a facial mask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeesh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to gift shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got myself a lip gloss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-_-"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, i know, what a thing to get from SCIENCE CENTRE, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blueberry smell, yum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took bus back to CWP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KFC ; bought food to eat at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:) Thats all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&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/8062051972001032104-7592593522837477257?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7592593522837477257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7592593522837477257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7592593522837477257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7592593522837477257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeesh.html' title='YEESH!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SobRcfOvbjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dUqwYPGE040/s72-c/REENA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2179745171387686110</id><published>2009-08-14T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:02:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoVNjB9I_EI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XzXJeHeNye0/s1600-h/DSC04533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369783394924821570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoVNjB9I_EI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XzXJeHeNye0/s320/DSC04533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo today is friday. Which means Art-day. Thats because theres only like 4 periods today and 2 of them is art lesson. We didnt do much today. We had no pictures to edit at Photoshop, so Ms Lim gave out consent forms plus edusave forms for everyone. Its for the art exhibition tomorrow. So we were playing games for 1 period, because we used the first period to look for pictures for the theme : Friendship. I found tons of pictures (mostly of me and Niq/our friends), but then found out that i couldnt save at the stupid computer. When Ms Lim was away i ate my Pocky. XD! I was so hungry my stomach felt like it was burning on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blablablablablabla, it was Physics. We got our test papers back, and, - WELL YOU GUESSED IT - i did badly for it. 10.5/20. Wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf. Mdm Siti was moody. She screamed at Niq for talking to me. "Talking". Niq just whispered me and Mdm Siti was like, "ANIQAAAAHHHH!", with her crow voice. Hahaha. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was CEP. *&lt;em&gt;Horror background sound&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeng jeng jeng, CING CING CING!", HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay crapping. Anyway Ms Melissa came into class and suddenly shouted and scolded us. &lt;em&gt;Eesh, whats with teachers these days?!&lt;/em&gt; She scolded us for not revising, common test next week already, still slacking, having fun, chit chatting. While she shouted i thought i was going to drop to the ground and sleep. I was sooo tired. So i sort of swayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms Melissa got her mood back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discussed about our CIP project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys' Home / Girls' Home / Childrens' Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Childrens' won.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ergh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were informed of the coming environment competition-cum-campaign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recycling of plastic bottles and tin cans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then Ms Melissa stressed on teamwork, cooperation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then Geog students were made fun of because we couldnt think of the word "POLLUTION".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wtf, i hate physical geog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After school went to CWP with Niq and Diyanah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought bubble tea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked around just to finish the drinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Boots 'n' Shoes and bought crackers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2179745171387686110?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2179745171387686110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2179745171387686110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2179745171387686110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2179745171387686110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoVNjB9I_EI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XzXJeHeNye0/s72-c/DSC04533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2832043245494344827</id><published>2009-08-13T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:49:55.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoQfQrgqUnI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ow9iwf4SI6w/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369451027150557810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoQfQrgqUnI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ow9iwf4SI6w/s320/DSC05550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay its kinda late to post, but im really restless and i cant sleep. Can the weather be any warmer?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so i just wanted to post about this jerk in my school, who is tall like a fricking &lt;em&gt;giraffe&lt;/em&gt;. I know he doesnt read my blog, but whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Wednesday (yesterday) the art students had this art exhibition thing. Actually i wanted it to be only &lt;strong&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt;, as in, only sec 3s. I just dont really like the rest much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to City Hall for the thing and when we were inside the building, The Giraffe aka &lt;em&gt;Al Faiz&lt;/em&gt;, started to be his usual lame self. God, pity his mother. All these years, showering him with love... And he turns out this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, he had to count the number of people there, and he went around smacking people's heads. Except mine. You know, i did that little matrix thing? Hah. -_- Doesnt he know that its rude to touch people's heads? Ya, i know hes tall and all, but that doesnt mean he can touch anything he can fucking REACH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, he called Niq : &lt;em&gt;Enot&lt;/em&gt;. Well first of all, Enot is this uber big-sized girl in some show. He was like, mumbling things, and all i could hear was, "enot". Jeesh, is he speech-impaired?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later he and his lame group of friends spoke in loooooow voices. Niq said that they/he were trying to get her attention because her voice is 'base' to them. Base means really low. Well i dont know if they know but my voice is much more 'base' than Niq's. So anyway Niq went to them and told him that if he had something to say to her, say it. Then Si Giraffe was mumbling - again - something inaudible like shit. &lt;em&gt;Inaudible to the c-o-r-e.&lt;/em&gt; At that time i was looking at all the artworks. &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;, i'd rather look at art than a disabled giraffe-man. Or should i say, boy? Is he even a boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, and then they - i mean they as in Si Giraffe and one of his friend who has like, WHITE HAIR all over his head - were making fun of Niq. And i didnt do anything, because one : I dont like to talk to cacats, and two : I dont want to lose my temper and cry my eyeballs out. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i want to say to Si Giraffe and his animal clan is that, he/they should mirror themselves from every possible angle. I personally think that Si Giraffe should have 2m-high mirrors. Seriously. And his white hair friend should do some research on &lt;u&gt;How To Dye Hair&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Si Giraffe should think several hundred times, that if he can call Niq "Enot" and "suare base" and all, then he should know that we - and anyone - can call him :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Lobang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He has a tiny hole above his upper lip, and Niq said a straw could be inserted through it. &lt;em&gt;Tsk Tsk Tsk, misuse of hole puncher much? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Gala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Duh? Its this pole people use to hang their clothes to dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Giraffe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- DUH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before teasing people of their physical stuff, look at what you have and dont have. Soooo yeah. I really dont understand why people behave this way. Insufficient love? Kurang kasih sayang? I dunno. Attention seeking losers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like, they are jealous that Niq - and possibly I - have low voices. Actually i have both high AND low voices. &lt;em&gt;Im awesome&lt;/em&gt;. And then they mimicked our voices? YA WE KNOW THAT YOU GUYS HAVE HIGH-PITCHED GIRL VOICES AND ALL, but dont need to prove it so much that its obvious. Buttheads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Nobody does THAT to MY best bitch. Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed off. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2832043245494344827?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2832043245494344827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2832043245494344827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2832043245494344827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2832043245494344827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoQfQrgqUnI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ow9iwf4SI6w/s72-c/DSC05550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-397952358616887249</id><published>2009-08-12T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:19:52.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoGnvv1V-wI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9Xelxoq9x2k/s1600-h/AYG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756669538237186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoGnvv1V-wI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9Xelxoq9x2k/s320/AYG1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AYG with the COCs. xD! Im with the pillow!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im suffering from amnesia. I cant remember stuff these days. I swear i had tons to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets start off with today. -_-" I received 3 test papers. Math, Malay and Social Studies. And, WTH i failed ALL. Math? NINE over THIRTY. Malay? TWENTY-FOUR over FIFTY. S.S?!?!?! SIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX over TWENTY-FIVE. If i could drop S.S, i would have done so the minute i knew i could. But &lt;em&gt;noooooo&lt;/em&gt;, its compulsory for all. Math? First question was read wrongly. Malay no comment. I hated that subject since forever together with math and s.s. The reason i took Geog was so i could get away from History. But &lt;em&gt;noooooo&lt;/em&gt;, S.S was the backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay, rewind. To the start of the day. I just remembered. So in the morning i woke up at 5:30am and i bathed quickly - and cleaned myself, ok. At about 6am i was sitting in my room and feeling all uncomfy. &lt;em&gt;Period sucks.&lt;/em&gt; I was trying to distract myself from the pain, i even had the time to daydream. -_-" And all this time i was still clad in my towel. And undergarments. So i only started to get ready at 6:15am and i was sooooooo late, i hadnt even brushed my hair and pack my bag. Yeeeeesh. Procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister left me and i eventually came out from the house at like, 6:45am? Which is l-a-t-e. When i reached the first floor, i took out my wallet to put my money in and i realised that my ezlink card was missing. No wonder my wallet was so lumpy. Ok i know lumpy is a wrong word but its 1am now and i want to sleep. Then i had to run back up and my mom was like, yadda-ing at me from the toilet. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sms Niq *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Shit! MY CARD. Can you buy my Pocky for me? Vanilla. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, almost everyday i get pocky and other snacks from the Boots &amp;amp; Shoes with Niq. This is so we dont need to queue for food in our rehab-school. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" CAN WE GET A CAB OR SMTH! IM LATE! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanchiong ( or whatever ) much, right? Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay theres P.E tomorrow. I hope Niq and Nabilah dont need to run the 2.4km run again. For the fifth time. I want to play the floorball thingy with them. :( And Niq just got an olive-green kurung. HAHA! Ive not &lt;em&gt;tempah&lt;/em&gt; mine. I dont even know how to tell the person exactly how i want it to be made. Well, not important. For now. Omg, and the colour! My mom wanted something dark, and it was suggested that it be red and black songket. I love songket. But the colour? Like emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-397952358616887249?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/397952358616887249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=397952358616887249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/397952358616887249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/397952358616887249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SoGnvv1V-wI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9Xelxoq9x2k/s72-c/AYG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7996244865476484385</id><published>2009-08-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:45:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wussy bitches.</title><content type='html'>Okay whatthefuck. Blogger is so messed up. I think ive said that like, a gazillion times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Niq, Shah and Joshya yesterday. Um, Niq and i happened to wear the same clothes yesterday. We werent trying to be "jiwe" or anything, please. So lame. We wore denim skirts, black top, loafers, red nail polish. We went to Dhoby Ghaut and to this Settler's Cafe. Its in the SMU school. I kinda like the place, and kinda not like it. Firstly, its cozy. But i dont like the cushions. They smell. HAHA. Well we were there to play games and chill. XD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Saboteur and Original Monopoly. Ohmygod~ I like the Saboteur, even though i have no clue about the game. HAHAHAHAHHA. And Monopoly? I was the first to lose. I declared bankcrupty. After 2 hours Josh and Shah went home. Niq and me went to Plaza Singapura to get my pretzel. I soooo love pretzels. Then we went to get Reena's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Reena's (and her sis) party at 7pm. We were supposed to reach there by 6.30pm but we were lost. XD The invitation stated CHALET but it was actually RESORT. Psht. Wasted my one dollar :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Reena thought we gave her Champagne. I wished i could afford that, but no. We ate, blablabla. Then there was a sabo thing, and Reena got hit by cake and water balloons. While i was looking at the chaotic scene - ceh - Niq shouted at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I GOT HIT! I GOT HIT! " HHAAHHAHAHAHAHA. Kene tembak pe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited until my mom could fetch us. We left the party at 8pm and walked to E!Hub, or something and went to the Fondue shop. I bought an apple dipped in choco for Uncle Jamz, banana and apple  dipped in choco for me and my mom. Sedap tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Uncle Jamz 40th birthday, and i had no time to get him a present, so i thought he would like some choco. Sent Niq to her dad's and then me n my mom home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so thats it. Anyway, whats up with the makcik keropok? I think its mean to make up such joke. Makcik (and pakcik) keropok also come to my house often and i buy their keropok. Okay what? Nothing stale, no worms. I think you guys who made up that crap about her keropok with worms and all are wussy bitches. Do you know how badly this joke will affect those makcik and pakcik keropoks? Their business will go bad and they will have no money and so on. Dont people think nowadays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7996244865476484385?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7996244865476484385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7996244865476484385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7996244865476484385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7996244865476484385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/wussy-bitches.html' title='Wussy bitches.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2422646644738201175</id><published>2009-08-05T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:06:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Blogger.</title><content type='html'>Shitty blogger. Its so problematic. Whats going on? I cant upload pictures, cant change font, cant preview! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think thats all i have to say. Im so pissed off about blogger, i forgot what i wanted to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET THIS FIXED - A.S.A.P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2422646644738201175?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2422646644738201175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2422646644738201175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/kill-blogger.html' title='Kill Blogger.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-296084525291902343</id><published>2009-08-04T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:37:35.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SncP7m2yZXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6c9WcHMG_Q4/s1600-h/DSC05681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365774997752276338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SncP7m2yZXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6c9WcHMG_Q4/s320/DSC05681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SncP7S3Dp7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/QiKru1THZDQ/s1600-h/DSC01497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365774992384698290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SncP7S3Dp7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/QiKru1THZDQ/s320/DSC01497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwww. Hes all grown up! *Tears of joy* Hes already 9 months old. Ohhhh, and he bites the crap out of your butts. Literally. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my blogger is okay already. Its 12:30am now and i cant sleep. Im rewriting my math homework. Netball training today was so tiring. Why? Because we didnt do much. Seriously. We only did ball drills and ran around the field. &lt;em&gt;God, i swear i hate the field.&lt;/em&gt; Its so dry. I(and most of those who came) wanted to have a short game, but the stupid parade rehearsal was going on. And we had no place to practice. The school is too small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Art lesson we went around the school taking pictures for our Photoshop project. &lt;em&gt;Urgh.&lt;/em&gt; I posed with Akid in one picture and Niq said i looked horny. Well i was holding a cane and i was supposed to pose as if im caning him. HAHAHAHAHA. I was trying to make a super-maniac-principal kind of look, but it turns out all wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay nothing more to talk about. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-296084525291902343?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/296084525291902343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=296084525291902343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/296084525291902343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/296084525291902343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/monkey-boy.html' title='Monkey Boy.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SncP7m2yZXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6c9WcHMG_Q4/s72-c/DSC05681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7973738442793769598</id><published>2009-07-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:30:04.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>GRRRRR! I cant upload pictures! *rips hair off head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was such a long day. School ended at 2.30pm. &lt;em&gt;Actually Tuesdays are longer - till 3.45pm.&lt;/em&gt; Okay so what was i going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Well today is Wednesday, and i woke up at 6am. I ate garlic bread, which made my breath stink like shit. Went to school, blabla, redo my Chemistry homework, went for PE. PE was so bleah. Niq and Nabilah had to retest for their 2.4km run. Wtf? They already retested for that run like, a thousand times since JUNE HOLIDAYS. I expected Niq and Nabilah - especially Nabilah - to pass with a super-good timing. But no. -.- Niq failed AGAIN by 20seconds. Nabilah also. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during Geog we had a test. Stuuuuuuupid. I cant remember anything and when i saw the questions, i was like, "uhhhhhhhh." I hope i dont fail. Mr Mark will go like, "You must write and explain... Read the textbook... This is why you should read textbook....". Plus his blank face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khai took the class and he called me "makcik" when i didnt respond to him when he gave me the writing paper. What? Cannot walk up to my table and pass? Moron. I was reading my notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Chemistry. We did the mol thing and i couldnt understand the part where we have the formula : Particle = mol x 6.0x10^23    &lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Malay we had to do another test. Because &lt;em&gt;we did sooooooooo well on the previous one and i got 24/50 for it&lt;/em&gt;. -_- This one was harder. I didnt have time to complete it and all my answers were random. FAIL FAIL FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i borrowed math textbook from Soleha. I bought mine but i lost it. Sol had homework to do from the textbook too, but she insisted that i borrow hers first. Aww. &lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing the homework soon. Now im thinking on whether to read my HUNTED book or do it.   ):[ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh. Theres 3 tests tomorrow! Literature, Social Studies and Physics(retest), MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7973738442793769598?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7973738442793769598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7973738442793769598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7973738442793769598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7973738442793769598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1752820633426512953</id><published>2009-07-28T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:57:21.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhh...</title><content type='html'>Okay so i didnt post a few days. I was sent to my grandma's house during the weekend because my mom had a barbeque with her friends and she wont be home for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was there, of course, there was Darwisi aka Monkey Boy. He actually likes it when i call him "monkey". He can walk already. Well, not walk walk, just walk. As in, just a couple of staggering steps and boom, he drops. &lt;em&gt;And he bites&lt;/em&gt;. *narrows eyes* He bit me in the thigh, eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went there on Friday night, and the next day, i went to Lot 1 to watch Harry Potter with my sister. O.M.G, the tickets were so expensive. HAHA. Ive never really handled the tickets money, so im kinda shocked. It was $9.50 per ticket, wtf. Our budget was $50 (thank god/ibu). One part was a little boring, when HP and Dumbledor was in the cave. I slept for a while at that part. My sister cried when Dumbledor was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today. Its so, i-dont-know-what-to-say. It turned out that one of the Rashids at my tagboard was AKID. How could you akid? He said, "it was fun so i joined in." Knock your head. And then early in the morning, Azly came to class with a hideous eye. Tembil satu mate seh. Scary. I couldnt even look at him. Akid was already covering his eyes and calling him a monster. xD! Seriously, his eye was bloated at the top lid, and then a few hours later, it kinda sagged. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu la, tengok porn banyak-banyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Tuesdays. Its so long. It seems long. By 11.30am i was already sleeping during Literature. I was so tired that i fell asleep while i was actually reading. -_-" Then after school theres this AYG thing. Such a waste of time. I missed 20min of Geography because of it. After Geog there was Math. I think i need to buy another book B. I lost mine, i think. Grrrrr! Theres so much homework~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Niq and myself walked to the bustop and on the way there, i got the shock of my life. LOL! I saw this bird, actually, a DEAD and BRUTALLY KILLED bird. I was walking in a daze, you know, and i was looking down for a bit, letting my mind wander. Then i saw something which looked like a lump of plastic. I looked closer, BAM! First thing i saw was the pink legs. I totally freaked out and screamed a little. I mean, who wouldnt? I almost stepped on it! Then i jumped over it and cried. HAHAHAHA. Not cry like, BOO HOO ITS A DEAD BIRD, HELP. Just shocked tears. xD Niq could still stare at it. Grosssssssssssssssss. She said that before i started screaming, she smelled something. She told me that it had slashes on the body. I feel like puking, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone here plays YoVille on Tagged? Its funnnnn. Im hooked to it. Okay the picture thingy is slow, so im going to upload the pictures (mostly of the boy) tomorrow if i can. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1752820633426512953?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1752820633426512953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1752820633426512953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1752820633426512953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1752820633426512953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/uhhh.html' title='Uhhh...'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5414227611467056423</id><published>2009-07-23T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:15:34.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck?</title><content type='html'>Um, i think my blogger is sick or something. I cant type properly here and its just a tiny box for me to type in. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just came back from netball training. Arrived late because my class had ENGLISH SUMMARY TEST, and i finished last. &lt;em&gt;Grrrr.&lt;/em&gt; I wrote like, 20 words off the limit. And i failed my Chemistry and Math tests. :(!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During training i couldnt catch any balls that Nat gave me. I think im scared of balls. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. In class just now Aqid macam pantat tol. He said, "&lt;em&gt;Dulu Sheera burok skali, tapi skarang die burok aje.&lt;/em&gt;" -_-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ignore that person on my tagboard. I dont even know who he is. Im going to ban him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soooooorry for the super-short post. I want to bathe~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5414227611467056423?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5414227611467056423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5414227611467056423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5414227611467056423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5414227611467056423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck?'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-9088333897437896217</id><published>2009-07-19T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:47:06.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SmMSWPyRdkI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CbQGBXQOhCw/s1600-h/DSC01389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360148154904835650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SmMSWPyRdkI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CbQGBXQOhCw/s320/DSC01389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Kay freak fingers above. That picture was taken on the 3rd day of the AYG. I missed it. Too bad its not coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today i went to IMM with my mom and sisters to buy my fbt skirt, as well as Diyanah's. I thought it was $19.90. But it was $21.90. -_- I took L for myself and M for Diyanah. Actually i wasted a few minutes to find XL. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Well i like bigger sizes, you know?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that we had lunch at Bali Thai. Ugh. Actually i dont really like that place, even though we were treated like royalty. (&lt;em&gt;We had rice scooped for us and soup poured into bowls for us - now thats royal.&lt;/em&gt; ) *rolls eyes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took cab to NUH. My grandma was admitted there for lung sickness, i dont know what. And i wasnt allowed to enter. Only 2 people could. &lt;em&gt;Stupid H1N1&lt;/em&gt;. So i waited for 30 minutes with my sisters at the lobby, filing our nails and making them shiny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive already read the fourth book for HON series. Its so addictiveeeee. I wanted to wait for Niq but i cant seem to stop. Each time i read it, i estimate to read about 2 chapters, but in the end i go till 5 chapters? Wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im not even doing my homework. I dont know how the heck to do English and im only starting on Math and my SS - dont need to say, i didnt even look at the questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-9088333897437896217?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/9088333897437896217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=9088333897437896217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/9088333897437896217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/9088333897437896217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/freak.html' title='Freak.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SmMSWPyRdkI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CbQGBXQOhCw/s72-c/DSC01389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4086620276748789155</id><published>2009-07-17T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:48:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring, boring girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SmB6hutYInI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/p-1OHRJhW3A/s1600-h/DSC05642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359418276463518322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SmB6hutYInI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/p-1OHRJhW3A/s320/DSC05642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoo! I changed my blogskin. I know its like, so plain and common, but i like it. Its inspired by Martha Stewart! HAHA. I watch her every Wednesday mornings, you know? :D And i know my picture above is the same(almost) as my display on the left. Hahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Diam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as you people can see, i cut my fringe. Plus my hair. Plus i layered it twice, so its very thin. My fringe is so ugly, correct? Ya. Its too short at the side and i have no "feelers". Ive always wanted feelers but the stupid hairstylist said my hair "&lt;em&gt;cannot do that&lt;/em&gt;". BS much. Im tired i dont know why. I didnt do many things today. And im having a blooooooooody sore throat. It stings. *COOOOOOOOUUUUUGH* Hah, just faking. -_- I mean just faking about the coughing. Sore throat is true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway Niq, Aqid and myself formed a team for this Mural Project. Meaning? We are going to paint a wall in our school. I think its the art room. We wanted to do this scene in Paris. &lt;em&gt;Ooh la la!&lt;/em&gt; At first we wanted to do in pop art style, but the colours were flat so Ms Lim gave that style to another team. :( We had to do in something else i forgot. Its post-&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Its the style done by Van Gogh using strokes. If im not wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K whatever. Im going shopping tomorrow, and i hope Diyanah reads this. &lt;em&gt;Im going to buy for you the skirt ok? Just pay me in instalments or something. Im sure my mom wont mind.&lt;/em&gt; xD! Okay... Uh. Harry Potter is out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4086620276748789155?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4086620276748789155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4086620276748789155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4086620276748789155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4086620276748789155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring-boring-girl.html' title='Boring, boring girl.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SmB6hutYInI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/p-1OHRJhW3A/s72-c/DSC05642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-6760716672059517666</id><published>2009-07-16T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:39:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi. Hello. Hey. Hola. Okay crap. Ive not updated since like, 15 days ago. *shocked expression* School started(duh), AYG ended(boohoo), homework piling(bleah). I cant believe i managed to read 2 and 1/30 books. Its my new found love. *&lt;em&gt;googly eyes&lt;/em&gt;* HAHA. Well its actually the House Of Night Series. I have 5 of the 6 books - not to brag or show-off - but im only at the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the books are about vampyres. Yes, vampyres, not vampires. I think its the modern name for vamps. The story is about a girl who was marked to be a vamp-to-be. She has powers, like, affinity for elements( air, water, earth, spirit and fire - how cool). And she, Zoey, has a pretty tattoo on her forehead which i love. So this girl freakishly reminds me of Niq. Both likes paramore, have an ego. And Zoey, has a bestie which niq thought reminded her of ME. Can you believe it? MOI! Kay im not being all "action" whatever, and show-offy and all. Its just that the girl who reminded Niq of me, likes country music and Hannah Montanah! I do too~ I know im lame, like all these "kiddy" shows, but its me, so... live with it. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... I went for the AYG dinner. More like, "&lt;em&gt;dinner"&lt;/em&gt;. We were given snacks. Murukku, chips, cake, milo, mineral water and Fraser. Is the spelling correct? Kay. Then we sat in the indoor stadium like, &lt;em&gt;forevah&lt;/em&gt;. (I LUV DAMIEN!) And watched Stephanie Sun perform her chinese songs. *&lt;em&gt;Crick, crick, crick&lt;/em&gt;* And i peed twice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this guy, he sang an English song which was totally hot. And romantic. Just like Micheal Buble. Mmm-mmm. Then we left at 1030pm and my mom picked me up. Oh and before i even went to school to take the chartered bus to the stadium, Nazirah &lt;em&gt;forgot &lt;/em&gt;to bring her consent form, which was mandatory if you wanted to enter the stadium. So she went back to her home and i waited for 20 minutes, pretending to do my hair in the toilet at the MRT station. &lt;em&gt;The toilet was so gross, i swear i will never enter it again. Ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go lingerie shopping last saturday but my mom was tired and all, so it was cancelled. :( So its postponed to this saturday. Yay? And um, dont think of me as a slut or a whore for mentioning about my shopping plans. I mean, why should you even care what i planned? BAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training just now and we were told that we had to buy FBT skirts. *silence* I dont mind skirts but my butt will be jutting out and all. Gross much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay now im going to do my CEP thing - the career planning crap. Then im going to do my art. Erghhhh. Rendering is so... useless to me. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw im starting to follow Zoey's way of speaking. Oh em gee, niq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-6760716672059517666?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6760716672059517666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=6760716672059517666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6760716672059517666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6760716672059517666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-world.html' title='Hello world.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7917679715502209541</id><published>2009-07-01T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:56:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid blogger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dont know why i cant upload my pictures. Anyway i havent posted since 5 days ago. &lt;em&gt;Been busy.&lt;/em&gt; :) As usual, school reopened and it sucked. We had to hand in homeworks and i havent even complete all of them. Luckily the deadline for assignments was today. I had some time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th June 2009 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to school with braided hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Handed in ZERO homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drew my shoe during art. ( &lt;em&gt;We were told to&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;30th June 2009 :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Handed in ZERO homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our SS teacher was Ms Sangeetha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont like her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school, took AYG accreditation pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My face looks stupider than it already is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 July 2009 :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out too early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waited for Niq for 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought Hello Panda biscuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yummmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aqid sat on them, &lt;em&gt;tros kemek&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Handed in all except for Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During Geog lesson Mr Mark tried to imitate MJ by doing his "moonwalk".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wasnt even close to moonwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More like sweeping the floor with his boots. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AYG briefing after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sat with Afiqah, Nas and Aqid to do math homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I left mine at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I skipped from question 4 till 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went home at 4.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looked for my black jeans to wear tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turned my house inside-out, looking for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until now, cant be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have no clue where it is sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:(!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, anyone can lend me their black jeans? Oh and someone with a big butt like mine, please. Arghhhh. &lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_586.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7917679715502209541?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7917679715502209541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7917679715502209541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7917679715502209541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7917679715502209541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='-_-&quot;'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5635790918652271379</id><published>2009-06-26T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:33:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures tell a million stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;View from bottom to top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In order of day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxydHDZoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bdFsg_WVi4E/s1600-h/%2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316262612067970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxydHDZoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bdFsg_WVi4E/s320/%2312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darwisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxx6JrmfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vYTCSAp8OGY/s1600-h/%2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316253227850226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxx6JrmfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vYTCSAp8OGY/s320/%2313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxx3MpLoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/H1Edco3iTw8/s1600-h/%2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316252434968194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxx3MpLoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/H1Edco3iTw8/s320/%2314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxxob9VXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/VlO_kLZwxuI/s1600-h/%2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316248472671602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxxob9VXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/VlO_kLZwxuI/s320/%2311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darwisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwngdSXWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aonOIZPDN-g/s1600-h/%238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314975020440930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwngdSXWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aonOIZPDN-g/s320/%238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwni-V-9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/cZrdjWB3RTI/s1600-h/%237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314975695961042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwni-V-9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/cZrdjWB3RTI/s320/%237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Statues pon jadi la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwnZI610I/AAAAAAAAAxA/BXgj5meKTRw/s1600-h/%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314973055964994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwnZI610I/AAAAAAAAAxA/BXgj5meKTRw/s320/%236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwnEPvgtI/AAAAAAAAAw4/2Vp4nHE3LhE/s1600-h/%239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314967447438034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwnEPvgtI/AAAAAAAAAw4/2Vp4nHE3LhE/s320/%239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wallet-sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwmyTibII/AAAAAAAAAww/CKMibVprfCw/s1600-h/%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314962631519362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOwmyTibII/AAAAAAAAAww/CKMibVprfCw/s320/%235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -_- II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJoaJWLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/uVgxg8yvkBI/s1600-h/%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313362247047346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJoaJWLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/uVgxg8yvkBI/s320/%234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJb3JfSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Kcc2NO4E-Ww/s1600-h/%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313358879030562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJb3JfSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Kcc2NO4E-Ww/s320/%233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJCz4bvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Vg4nWjHOgpc/s1600-h/%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313352154443506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJCz4bvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Vg4nWjHOgpc/s320/%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJA8CC6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/dhmtuNob_7s/s1600-h/%2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313351651756962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvJA8CC6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/dhmtuNob_7s/s320/%2310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvIzYbyWI/AAAAAAAAAwI/psRGjfmdtbA/s1600-h/%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313348012788066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOvIzYbyWI/AAAAAAAAAwI/psRGjfmdtbA/s320/%231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makan lai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_671.gif" width="15" height="21" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5635790918652271379?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5635790918652271379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5635790918652271379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5635790918652271379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5635790918652271379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-tell-million-stories.html' title='Pictures tell a million stories.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SkOxydHDZoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bdFsg_WVi4E/s72-c/%2312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-858866534886386199</id><published>2009-06-22T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:05:32.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a short one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ONE: Spell your name with songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Hot n Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R : Run dont walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Sheera Yulianda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 8 February 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Yuyu / Shee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Reddish-brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP THREE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: Does sandals count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear(s): Animals, math, exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Anything with tons of cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal you would like to achieve: Pass math, pass Os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom: Dusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most missed memory: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FIVE: This or that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonald's or BurgerKing: BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SIX:Do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance: When ive nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to go college: Pass math first, then can talk college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like high school: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parent(s): 50% yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SEVEN: In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP EIGHT: Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, was it mixed company: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been beaten up: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP NINE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Children: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: I dont dream about weddings :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TEN: In the opposite sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: Taller, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair: Short, i hate gay-looking guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of people you could trust with my life: 1 - Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that i own: I dont buy CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer: Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved: Have you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won an award: Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do right now: Bathe - its already 1.50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are listening to music right now: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long till your birthday: 7 months 17 days i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the saddest day in your whole life: Lost count - i get depressed quite easily :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use ebay to buy or sell: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you angry: When i cant do simple math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a song written about you: I only pretend there are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to happen in 2009: Pass math la cb, sick and tired of repeating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, you miss 2008: Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, who's that someone on your mind? : My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, what are you doing right now? : Preparing my towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, have you done something bad today? : Ignored my mom in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone? : Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? : Dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? : Slow internet, slow-talking mom, math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, do you bite your nails? : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, have you had an eat disorder? : I over-eat :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment? : Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now? : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you have a friend you don't actually like? : Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, who are your best friends? : Niq, Afiqah etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you its short. &lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_653.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-858866534886386199?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/858866534886386199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=858866534886386199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/858866534886386199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/858866534886386199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quizzy.html' title='Quizzy.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8371453075259740295</id><published>2009-06-20T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:16:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Carnival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO! Netball carnival was fun. Niq and myself reached school at 615am, like toot, school not even opened. The rest came at 7am. *&lt;em&gt;piiiiiiiissed&lt;/em&gt;* I could have slept 1 hour longer! Btw, i wokeup at 4am just so i could be in time. So did Niq. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun making a fool of myself. Guess what? We &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; had to play on the padang. Like, on the field? They painted the courts in. God. I hated it. The courts, i mean. Stupiiiiid. And the paint didnt even stay on the grass. We kept "stepping" along the line or whatever they call it. Some even had their shorts stained white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so hot, but the field was so slippery. Niq even fell. No, she &lt;em&gt;rolled-on-grass.&lt;/em&gt; During one of the breaks, some of us had a "picnic" thing under the canopy of the trees. English sounds wrong but i dont care, im in pain. My skin is peeling. Sunburnt. Anyway, Niq, Reena, Nat, Afiqah, Sakinah, Diyanah, Sab and myself had our own mini picnic. We suddenly had to say random stuff(i loike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme : English Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers : Elizabeth, Victoria, Rosalind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do it really fast and i was the party-pooper, with my "Uhhhh... I dont know"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im probably going shopping with my mom. I just need a couple of tops, bottoms and a pair of sandals. Simple right? Seriously, i only go shopping if i have these three ready. 1) Exactly what i need. 2) The nearest place to get them/it. 3) Availability of kachingz. &lt;em&gt;Im not rich la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is currently outside with her friends, and its already 10pm. *doinkkkk* She can go out so late, why cant i? HAHA. Kidding la. Anyway why would i want to go out so late? With who? Okay la i think this is all i have to crap about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pictures taken, but i will still upload them later. Or tomorrow. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_579.gif" width="26" height="28" /&gt;&lt;- Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8371453075259740295?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8371453075259740295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8371453075259740295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8371453075259740295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8371453075259740295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/netball-carnival_20.html' title='Netball Carnival.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5403487765701523277</id><published>2009-06-19T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:44:38.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All messed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjtqNqHmzJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Uo5uNvSMlAQ/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348985765309631634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjtqNqHmzJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Uo5uNvSMlAQ/s320/DSC05194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_770.gif" width="29" height="35" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY DHANIYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though she doesnt have a clue that i have a blog. Beside her is her older brother, Danish. They look like twins, true? 1 year apart, hah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im really pissed off at myself now. Azly just asked me why i didnt come to collect my attire this morning. I told him that i thought it was for yesterday. Apparently, there was nothing on yesterday. *slaps face* I messed everything up, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Azly said that Mr Raja said that " those who didnt come dont need to come anymore ". I was like, &lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_725.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;*gasp* Eyeballs almost popped out. Okay crap. My mom told me to come back to school on Monday and get my attire and stuff, and that she will call the school before that. &lt;em&gt;You know, to make sure theres someone there to give me my stuff&lt;/em&gt;... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks eh Ass(Azly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway. Theres netball tournament tomorrow. Is it called tournament or match or what? Any one la okay? Suprisingly im excited for tomorrow. Thats because its not going to be at the boring Kallang Netball Centre. Its going to be at Padang. I cant wait! But confirm i will trip and fall over(figure of speech). &lt;em&gt;Good thing i wont be playing alone on 1/3 of the court and make us lose&lt;/em&gt;. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Niq at 6am tomorrow as we have to be in school by 630am. I hope Boots 'N' Shoes will be opened by then. I want my newest addiction. Woo! Well if BNS isnt open tomorrow, i will just have to feed on whatever my mom is getting for me. &lt;em&gt;Mmm, i feel like having some chips. Too bad, i finished all the junk food already. Fatty, fatty, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooo netballers!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Someone slap me please, im being too enthusiastic&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_884.gif" width="225" height="33" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5403487765701523277?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5403487765701523277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5403487765701523277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5403487765701523277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5403487765701523277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-messed-up.html' title='All messed up.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjtqNqHmzJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Uo5uNvSMlAQ/s72-c/DSC05194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5492861341143759358</id><published>2009-06-19T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:53:34.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to know that i received 2 calls from the school / Mr Raja. It was about the AYG attire collection and briefing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Briefing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was supposed to be in school at 10am yesterday, but i checked my hp and the calls were made at 1037am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called the numbers just now and she told me that the person who called is not in school today. This means that i have to go to school on Monday, which is so late already, and pick up my attire. Im freaking out. Why? Like, &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;? If it was going to be Mr Raja, &lt;em&gt;consperm&lt;/em&gt;, confirm, i will get scolding. And i hate it when he yells. Its so... &lt;em&gt;eurgh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was bloghopping just now, and i read that we had to go to school yesterday and today, im not sure about the today part, because i didnt go for the bloody briefing. Ahhh, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BREATHE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing my assignments this morning at 9+. Started off with Chemistry, because it seemed like the most fun to do(&lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently trying to do my Physics. Previously i attempted on my Malay. But it was writing, and i need time to think. I didnt want to waste any time - &lt;em&gt;chey&lt;/em&gt; - so i moved on to Physics. Seriously, this is the first time i started my assignment-doing with Science. Pardon the jumbled-up English. I think. *&lt;em&gt;squints eyes&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im freaking out, again. I just cant get my mind off AYG, you know? I mean, i dont want to get thrown out of the event just because i didnt come and collect my attire and go for the briefing yesterday. Its like, ive wasted alot of effort to go for the other trainings, and just because of yesterday - and today, maybe - i probably could be thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current frustration is the result of my &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;sleeping&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;habits&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Oh, and my dead hp battery&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shitty situation. &lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_586.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5492861341143759358?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5492861341143759358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5492861341143759358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5492861341143759358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5492861341143759358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-shit.html' title='Oh, shit.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8026909340614237296</id><published>2009-06-18T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:35:57.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of curiosity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjnRG9pg1xI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yFipnyIIpUw/s1600-h/DSC05467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348535950037276434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjnRG9pg1xI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yFipnyIIpUw/s320/DSC05467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! I woke up so late today. Went to bed at 9pm and got up at 12pm. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the title. Out of curiosity. I just want to ask, why are some malays using these "uhy", "ehy", "lurhh", etcetera? Is it like twit language or something? Because its kinda irritating and hard to read. "uhy" is to me, pronounced as "oo-hee". Silly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my yesterday night doing Nur Shah's blog, which he didnt like. Niq did his playlist, which he, unsuprisingly, didnt like too. Took me 70 minutes to do his blog. And in the end, what? HAHA. So i re-did his blog just now, and he strictly wanted black. *sigh* Feel free to see and critisize. I really hate dull-coloured blogs, and you can see it. My blog is retardedly colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niq went out just now to buy the soccer tickets to Liverpool Vs Singapore, i think. Zul said that the tickets left are for the seats which are behind the goalposts. &lt;em&gt;I hope you prayed hard for better seats, Niq&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going out tonight with my mom and Uncle Jamz. Hes going for his &lt;em&gt;recce&lt;/em&gt;. I dont know what that means, but we are going out late at night. My mom told me its going to be at 10pm. So i can wear any rags later on. BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_671.gif" width="15" height="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8026909340614237296?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8026909340614237296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8026909340614237296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8026909340614237296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8026909340614237296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-curiosity.html' title='Out of curiosity.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjnRG9pg1xI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yFipnyIIpUw/s72-c/DSC05467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3155093398460774487</id><published>2009-06-17T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:48:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkiest Training Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjiN3ziulII/AAAAAAAAAvw/6iaDlLGBEeA/s1600-h/DSC05455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348180547370652802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjiN3ziulII/AAAAAAAAAvw/6iaDlLGBEeA/s320/DSC05455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO! I just came back from training, just showered and now having some foooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Training was fun, but it &lt;em&gt;stinked&lt;/em&gt; - literally. There was this shit-carrying lorry which came to out school to collect all the waste. We were having some ball drills and we had to stop once every few minutes to cover our noses. The stench was horrible i tell you. My fart smells nicer, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i woke up late this morning. Alarm was set to 730am but i only heard it at 830am. One hourrrrrrr. I had to rush because i had to leave my house at 930am exactly, or &lt;em&gt;i will miss the damn bus&lt;/em&gt;, and i have to walk to the further bustop. I reached CWP at 940am and i waited for Niq. I smsed her like, twice, and i called her a couple of times. But no response. So i thought she didnt notice them. &lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_725.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I bought my &lt;em&gt;newly-favourited&lt;/em&gt; candy, Cadbury Peppermint, and waited for her at the MRT thingy for 10min. 950am already, i went off to school. Reached school a little late, but who cares? Some of the netballers also havent arrive. Ate my chocolate and &lt;em&gt;relax&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ball drills on court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moved to hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More ball drills for about 45min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went back down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got my IC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My faceeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh sorry i forgot what happened next. So i think thats all. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To Nat : Thank your dad for me please, for treating us all to drinks and cakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To Bee : I hope you are safe. (LOL I SOUND MUSHY) Dont forget my souvenior!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3155093398460774487?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3155093398460774487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3155093398460774487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3155093398460774487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3155093398460774487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stinkiest-training-ever.html' title='Stinkiest Training Ever.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjiN3ziulII/AAAAAAAAAvw/6iaDlLGBEeA/s72-c/DSC05455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8494797984594280474</id><published>2009-06-16T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:10:13.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain, complain, complain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjepCTwR6-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/FiFetYbbdA8/s1600-h/DSC05437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347928939653360610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjepCTwR6-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/FiFetYbbdA8/s320/DSC05437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My specs arent even. Its freakin' crooked. And believe it or not, ive been using it since i was 13. God. I look old in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway. Today was so fast, even though i did nothing much. All i did was walk around the house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cook, eat, watch tv, chat, slack. Homework didnt even cross my mind till now. Ive not touched it nor seen or read it. I mean them. I hate homework, seriously. Who wouldnt, right. And this has got to be the worst first-two-weeks of my June holidays that ive ever gone through. Its so packed, i dont even think this is a break period. AYG, training, homework and life to do and catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, i dont know wat else to write, other than complaining how sucky life can be. And im not even in sec 4. Come on, sec 4 life is definitely going to be more hectic and tiring, and here i am complaining already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok stop it. Theres netball training tomorrow. Gah. Ive yet to get my clothes ready. Im hungry. I feel like eating some &lt;em&gt;ice kacang&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow after training with Niq. She hates icy stuff, so i have doubts. *pulls a long face* Seriously the last time i ate &lt;em&gt;ice kacang&lt;/em&gt; was a year ago. Maybe longer. And the reason i thought of eating it was because i was suggesting what Niq and her mom and her grandparents should eat just now, and suddenly it came into my mind. &lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_39.gif" width="19" height="25" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA. I love emoticons. Thanks to Afiqah-my-whore, who taught me how to put emoticons on my blog posts. Okay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8494797984594280474?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8494797984594280474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8494797984594280474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8494797984594280474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8494797984594280474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/complain-complain-complain.html' title='Complain, complain, complain.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjepCTwR6-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/FiFetYbbdA8/s72-c/DSC05437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5477922143928684720</id><published>2009-06-16T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:15:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad girl.</title><content type='html'>This post is for YESTERDAY, 15/6/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point-form :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up at 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doobix.com/" title="Blogger Graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_159.gif" width="40" height="16" alt="Blogger Graphics" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took my time to get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out at 915am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached CWP and bought Cadbury Peppermint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with Niq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ate my chocolate on the way to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afraid that they would melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took 912 to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached school at 945am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Realised that we were the first to arrive for training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*CRICKCRICKCRICK*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eventually training started at 1015am. We did some new ball drills which i found difficult. We also did some super-fast jumping which i found really fun. I didnt even jump &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; fast. We played half courts, due to the lack of players. &lt;em&gt;Only 10 came.&lt;/em&gt; Wth? Ok so my opponent was Reena. Everytime i tried to smack the ball away from her, she screamed "CONTACT!". HAHAHAH. It was fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we had a break and Nat was briefing us on the coming netball carnival or something, happening at the padang. Then she was checking her messages, when she saw one from Regin. Lets call her R. I really cant believe what she said - or texted - to Nat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nat smsed to her C girls to come for the training and she included things like, "ass" and "give me 10 good reasons for your inability to attend". And R thought Nat was being biased and sided with the B girls. The hell? Excuse me R, Nat uses those things to us too, ok. We are fine with it, but how come you arent? No offence but, you cant be so sensitive in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So then R replied Nat with words like,"fuck" and all. Which was much more harsh, correct? Nat was upset because she didnt think that her words could be &lt;em&gt;oh-so-mean&lt;/em&gt;. What pissed us all was that, R said that Nat hates the C girls, and that she faves the Bs. Come on. We all know that Nat just wants the best for her netballers. Dont take everything she says to heart, shes just frustrated and stressed out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, R and Nat exchanged texts and we were all there to witness it. Saddening. Then Nat called R (or the other way round) and we all heard it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We continued playing half court. Then Mr Raja called Nat, and she told us what he said. He said that Nat was doing a great job by calling the girls back for training. Its good that shes helping. And he wont let R quit netball. Mr Raja also told R's mom that if Nat asked for 10 good reasons, just give 10 good reasons! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When you have teachers like Mr Raja, you should not do these things, you know? Cursing someone with good intentions, thinking you could get away with it. Well you cant, and thats it. Seriously, if you are really pissed in the morning, waking up and seeing all these "ass" and such, dont have to hurl profanities back. And when you are confronted, dont go calling your mama and complaining. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bad girl. &lt;a href="http://www.doobix.com/" title="Blogger Graphics"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_256.gif" width="20" height="16" alt="Blogger Graphics" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8062051972001032104-5477922143928684720?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5477922143928684720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5477922143928684720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5477922143928684720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5477922143928684720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-girl.html' title='Bad girl.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1997420630766882265</id><published>2009-06-14T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:58:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_937.gif" width="20" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuck periods. Why do they have to be painful? Why do they make me dizzy? Specifically, why do they make my LEGS dizzy and weak? I know this is one of the disadvantages of being a woman. Im not complaining. Just writing down my feelings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be netball training tomorrow. Ugh. Im not saying i hate it, but training during periods suck. And Nat wrote on her blog that the training will be tougher or something. Can it get any worse? I have to do vigorous training while bleeding. And Niq is beside me, suffering as well. Tomorrow will be only my 3rd day. *rolls eyes* Must bring extra shorts, extra &lt;em&gt;pads&lt;/em&gt;. Okay i think this is too much info. HAHAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently watching Memoirs of a Geisha with my mom. Shes on the couch while im way back, typing - obviously. After that my mom wants to watch Pride and Prejudice on Okto at 10pm. I think shes in love with that movie. We watched it on dvd like, a zillion times already. If i were her, i would have slept early - &lt;em&gt;work tomorrow, duh?&lt;/em&gt; Anyway im going to accompany her because i cant sleep with all the cramps going on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just noticed that the skin on my palms are peeling. I dont know how in the hell they became like that. Disgusting. Good thing theres moisturizer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent the day... doing nothing actually. I woke up at 11am and found myself on the couch. My mom came home then, with my sister. They were from the market. I was so groggy, i had to lie back down and close my eyes. Then i slept again, until it was 1230pm. &lt;em&gt;What the hell?&lt;/em&gt; I bathed at 1pm. My mom made my favourite fried noodles with cockles. I loved it, but not as much as it was made in the past. Why? Because it wasnt spicy. My mom said my sisters cant eat spicy stuff. &lt;em&gt;Cerewet betol&lt;/em&gt;. My sisters were supposed to go back to my dad's at night, but instead, they had to go at 4pm. My mom was obviously pissed. She made so much fried noodles and nobody was there to finish it but me. Well as of now, i already ate 4 bowls of them. Im so full, and there are still like, half of what my mom made. -.-!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading this magazine, Teens or something, that my sister bought. On the cover page was Daniel Radcliff. He looked so much like the REAL Edward Cullen. I dont understand how Robert Pattinson was chosen to be EC. And Daniel Radcliff was right under their noses! Both of them were from Harry Potter right? God. I think they have big noses like me la, hah? So i read the magazine, and at the back of it, were those letters from readers, asking for help and all, you know? Those helping thing. Whatever. And i read about this girl who was 16 and has already gone through puberty, but she has tiny boobs. She even described her tits as, pointy and sharp. Wth. &lt;em&gt;This will definitely sound familiar to Niq, heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_781.gif" width="25" height="29" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1997420630766882265?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1997420630766882265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1997420630766882265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1997420630766882265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1997420630766882265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring-sunday.html' title='A boring Sunday.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4140755877243909710</id><published>2009-06-13T14:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:58:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AYG Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjNF_TH2NhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vTjfxUObJP4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346694136386172434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjNF_TH2NhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vTjfxUObJP4/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back from AYG training at noon just now. Bleah. Im in pain. Period sucks, but this time, im &lt;em&gt;grateful&lt;/em&gt; it came early. *winkwinkwink* xD! I found the picture on yahoo. Thats how my expression and body language is. Hahaha. What the hell. &lt;em&gt;Saket siaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;. So now im trying to make the cramps go. Shoooooo. Applied some hot ointment and now im regretting it. Im farting my intestines out like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i went to school at 720am. I was in my uniform, and i saw lots of people in shirts. &lt;em&gt;Panic ade ah&lt;/em&gt;. Luckily i brought my p.e shirt. -_-" Then i went out and "sat" with Diyanah and the rest. Nat mistook me for an indian girl. Hais. Now i know how dark my skin is. D': Racism! Hahah. Then we had to take the public transport on our own to Singapore Sports School. I didnt know how to go there so i followed Nat, Diyanah, Sab, Dhan... and the rest la. Doesnt concern any of you anyway. Nat decided to go buy some food first. We stopped at the interchange and bought and all, took bus 900. -_- It was the wrong bus. Actually it can go to SSS but the journey is so far. We alighted at one bustop and walked all the way. Fuuuuuh. I was huffing and puffing. XD We reached last, i thought we were going to get scolded by Mr Raja. But no. So blablabla. Myself and Dhan were leaders for COC. I dont really know what it stands for - i think its Clerk of Course. Or something. The job was easy. And hard at the same time. Easy because we dont have to do hard things. Hard because we had to go to and fro to the different people to check on them. And we are responsible for any bad discipline. Pshhhht. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we walked to the first entrance, where Audrey had to take attendance for swimmers, i fell on my butt. LOL! How? This girl shoved a bug in face. I freaked out. Stumbled backwards. Fell down with an "umph!". I realised i was one step under the top one. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Paisey sia this fatty&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that, i walked all the way to the interchange. Again, because i dont know how to get a bus from there. x_x Next time i must bring a directory or some form of it. It was windy and i swayed on the pavement. Jalan, i bought a bottle of drink and went home. Home, penat, lied down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasnt at all so much involved today. I was tired and my cramps were so awful, i didnt feel like sitting with Nat and the rest. Sorry eh to Yana and Nat. I wasnt trying to be sombong or anything. &lt;em&gt;Saket perot takle angs&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blogger Graphics" href="http://www.doobix.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Blogger Graphics" src="http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/blogger/smilies/smilies_694.gif" width="100" height="28" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sheera &lt;em&gt;Cullen&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always thought i was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4140755877243909710?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4140755877243909710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4140755877243909710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4140755877243909710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4140755877243909710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ayg-training.html' title='AYG Training'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjNF_TH2NhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vTjfxUObJP4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3997679642854989307</id><published>2009-06-11T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:55:12.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework - what a drag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjCTYBacnaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/q4w92As0lho/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345934798594284962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjCTYBacnaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/q4w92As0lho/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another of my boring posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alamak. See la the picture. Everytime i take picture, i must do that with my legs. People think im trying to be seducing or whatever, but excuse me, &lt;em&gt;im not of that sort&lt;/em&gt;. So i will try not to pose like that. HAHAHA. Whatever la. I found this picture in Afiqah my whore's blog. I love the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently chatting with Shah, Fee bee and Faris. Shah and bee's chat is dead. Maybe cos they have a life, unlike me. xD! Faris and i were talking about the outing. Past? Future? Both la ok. Faris told me about Muhaimin. His head is only Sciences and Knowledge. Hahaha. True. M is so into science and those intelligent stuff. Which i hate. Sorry Sheera hates clever things that she cant cope with. &lt;em&gt;Stupid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw Faris is not following la. His mom doesnt let him out at night. &lt;em&gt;Sedeh&lt;/em&gt;. Next time, cutie. June holidays is in the middle already. I wish it would restart and restart and restart and restart... You get the idea. I dont know why we have so little holidays. My malaysian classmates told me that each time they have a holiday in malaysia, there would be nothing for them to do. As in, no homework shit. Holiday means holiday. So im guessing they miss malaysia. I would too. Yes, i know that homework is good, it helps us in ways that i obviously dont know. Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im making a list of things that i need. I just hope i will be able to get them, asap. I cant start on my homework yet. My pencil case is &lt;em&gt;missing&lt;/em&gt;. Im going to start on my Literature presentation first, and then look for my stationeries and get moving. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3997679642854989307?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3997679642854989307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3997679642854989307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3997679642854989307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3997679642854989307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/homework-what-drag.html' title='Homework - what a drag.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SjCTYBacnaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/q4w92As0lho/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4228321215692817830</id><published>2009-06-10T18:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:49:07.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3E Outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RU8XoQyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uo3j4TBo5FU/s1600-h/DSC05264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651071700714274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RU8XoQyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uo3j4TBo5FU/s320/DSC05264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RUe9dNXI/AAAAAAAAAuY/gyXU2f45F_Q/s1600-h/DSC05261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651063806309746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RUe9dNXI/AAAAAAAAAuY/gyXU2f45F_Q/s320/DSC05261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RjkH5_3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/opNdPPV3pEU/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651322890354546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RjkH5_3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/opNdPPV3pEU/s320/Image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Extra pink girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RjT7fvkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_nVhHHCeEIg/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651318543334978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RjT7fvkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_nVhHHCeEIg/s320/Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Ri8txLWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cd_t_KwCS4Q/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651312311741794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Ri8txLWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cd_t_KwCS4Q/s320/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RVgYIynI/AAAAAAAAAu4/h9vn4VgGNEI/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651081366522482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RVgYIynI/AAAAAAAAAu4/h9vn4VgGNEI/s320/Image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RVejmrJI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gVQ7Ba9NyL4/s1600-h/DSC05266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651080877747346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RVejmrJI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gVQ7Ba9NyL4/s320/DSC05266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back row : Hafiz, Khairi, Afiqah, Aqid.&lt;br /&gt;Front row : Niq, Nabilah, Nazirah, Shaqirah, Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RUd_iSQI/AAAAAAAAAug/d7yBdmrNw_E/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345651063546595586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RUd_iSQI/AAAAAAAAAug/d7yBdmrNw_E/s320/DSC05263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqid &amp;amp; Afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Jey6dboI/AAAAAAAAAso/aoJZjMV9__I/s1600-h/10062009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345642444868120194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Jey6dboI/AAAAAAAAAso/aoJZjMV9__I/s320/10062009(004).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again with the pink girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Qz7r74gI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SVH5amwYlxA/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345650504581767682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Qz7r74gI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SVH5amwYlxA/s320/DSC05260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo by SHEERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-QzkalVwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/FUSSAZPfI-Q/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345650498334971650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-QzkalVwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/FUSSAZPfI-Q/s320/DSC05259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nabilah z_z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-NVUj5S8I/AAAAAAAAAuA/2QYECDiQaBg/s1600-h/DSC05258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345646680148102082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-NVUj5S8I/AAAAAAAAAuA/2QYECDiQaBg/s320/DSC05258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wind blew my hair i think. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-NVMSJfzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nW-NQff1YN4/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345646677926182706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-NVMSJfzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nW-NQff1YN4/s320/DSC05257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-K0mKhMRI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ak8XVQkJ3ek/s1600-h/DSC05256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345643918914564370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-K0mKhMRI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ak8XVQkJ3ek/s320/DSC05256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo by SHEERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-K0EO289I/AAAAAAAAAto/YyjvxCgUn7M/s1600-h/DSC05249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345643909805962194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-K0EO289I/AAAAAAAAAto/YyjvxCgUn7M/s320/DSC05249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo by SHEERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-K0E5eo7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/XnAYUiUPfy8/s1600-h/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345643909984723890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-K0E5eo7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/XnAYUiUPfy8/s320/DSC05248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-KzguvGzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ytthZaynkv8/s1600-h/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345643900275989298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-KzguvGzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ytthZaynkv8/s320/DSC05240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Kz-stESI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QtcEEFF_LO0/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345643908320530722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-Kz-stESI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QtcEEFF_LO0/s320/DSC05241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo by SHEERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfqTXeRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-q3Sftn43iA/s1600-h/DSC05239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345642459736537362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfqTXeRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-q3Sftn43iA/s320/DSC05239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I want foooooooooooood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfWpHSCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/0WcF22f9jC8/s1600-h/DSC05238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345642454459041826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfWpHSCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/0WcF22f9jC8/s320/DSC05238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfDiWfiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wpvt-1iWspU/s1600-h/DSC05237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345642449330404898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfDiWfiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wpvt-1iWspU/s320/DSC05237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfKUchgI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2c5IS0G8TNE/s1600-h/DSC05236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345642451151128066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-JfKUchgI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2c5IS0G8TNE/s320/DSC05236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, PUFF DADDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3E outing was fun. In case you people dont know what "3E outing" meant; all the sec 3E classes have a joined outing. :} 3E1 + 3E2 + 3E3 would have equal to almost 90+ students, but there were barely 30. Well i cant blame those who ditched the outing. It was the holidays. Most of all, &lt;em&gt;THEIR holiday&lt;/em&gt;. Surprisingly, i wasnt excited for today. Thats because i have better things planned. Heh. &lt;em&gt;I cant waitttttttttttttttttttt&lt;/em&gt;! But i would like to thank Ms Melissa for the food, Mrs Loy and Mr [&lt;u&gt;insert name&lt;/u&gt;] for transport thingy. &lt;em&gt;Sorry i dont know his name, 3E1 people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So at 11am i went to rent bikes with Niq and other girls. Good thing i got the 6 bucks bike. I only brought 10 bucks. D: So the $4 balance was used strictly for drinks only. I cycled with Nabilah, Niq, Lily, while Afiqah, Aqid and Nazirah rollerbladed. It was kinda slow at first, because i havent got used to the bike and i couldnt start and stop properly. &lt;em&gt;Nabilah too&lt;/em&gt;. And then there was Aqid, falling his ass all over the road. Also, i had to stop the group many times, because my fbt shorts was getting stucked to the seat, which made me look as if i had a dick. Gross. I had the chance to practice my left-hand-off-the-handle thing. I need one hand to push my specs up. LOL. Geek sia. Then, i DID IT! Bangge. Oh&lt;em&gt; shuddup&lt;/em&gt;. Niq and i left the group after a while because they were just going back and forth, which was boring. To me. And tiring, not to mention. So we went all the way to the wakeboarding place, and all the way to the hawker centre there. Once, we were cycling uphill, i was so exhausted, i stopped in the middle of the "hill" and pushed myself up. HAHA. Niq laughed at me, as usual. Oh and when i said "pushed myself up", i meant that i just put my feet on the ground from the pedals and walked while sitting. Imagine how duck-like i was. &lt;em&gt;Fat girl betol&lt;/em&gt;. Then i couldnt tahan anymore, we went back. Then there was this big slope, which i assumed was the one i gave up on earlier. Niq was already like, 3 metres away from me when i started on the slope. I kept pressing the brakes. HAHAHA. I dont like to fall ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;blablablabla,&lt;/em&gt; went back to where we left our bags. Drank some water, only to find out that our trip took &lt;em&gt;45 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. -_- Our rent was for 2 hours. LOL. So Niq and i cycled to the other side, to the jetty. We took a few pics. And she took TWO of mine, almost-candids. You should see them. I couldnt upload them because the perimeter of the picture was &lt;em&gt;blablablabla&lt;/em&gt;, i dont really know or care much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was Niq's photographer for the day, and i took her pictures really nicely. *Complimenting myself* Haha. I wished there was someone else with the same photography taste like mine. How come people get cool pics, while i cannot?! Its painful to be someone so... &lt;em&gt;handal&lt;/em&gt;. SHUDDUP. &lt;em&gt;So perasan&lt;/em&gt;. Chey. Anyway, i dont know what really happened, so i think i'll put the events in point-form like Nat did, ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After coming back from jetty, went to cycle somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Returned bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to sit and chill with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought gulp from 7-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mixed 100 plus drink with f&amp;amp;n grape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cursed myself for not getting ice in my drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq thought i was cursing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walked to the bowling place with Niq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to arcade to look-see-look-see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tried to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took pics with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Refer to above pics, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At 2pm we took class photos. I dont know where they end up. At 3pm boarded bus back to school. Only some people followed back, because the rest wanted to go swimming, etc crap. I just wanted to go home and bathe and rest. The day was so draggy i thought i was going to drop dead as soon as i touch the floor of my home. Ok nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Argh. On 13th, Saturday there will be AYG training. I dont even know what time it starts. Or ends. I lost the paper. I dont even know what to wear, where to assemble, what to bring. Someone please tell me. I dont want to be grilled by Mr Raja. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cant wait for the 23rd! GAYAIYAIYAIYAIYAI! BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4228321215692817830?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4228321215692817830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4228321215692817830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4228321215692817830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4228321215692817830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/3e-outing.html' title='3E Outing.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si-RU8XoQyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uo3j4TBo5FU/s72-c/DSC05264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1017539430485479360</id><published>2009-06-08T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:43:53.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si0QuI-HAZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_tZ6t79lPGY/s1600-h/yuyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344946717626663314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si0QuI-HAZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_tZ6t79lPGY/s320/yuyu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so bored im digging my nose. *Flicks finger* HAHAHA. Like apek. So this is me when i was five or something. Aw so cute. HAHA. Rambot takmo kalah oi. Theres nothing on tv. Im waiting for Desperate Housewives. And then theres The Starter Wife or something. Im bored. Niq is away. She went to the hospital to visit her grandpa. :{ Come online quickly so we can gossip! LOL. Eh people, visit this website. Its hilarious. I found it while doing some research the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/krishna_kunchith/humor/menwomen.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/krishna_kunchith/humor/menwomen.html&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um, you have your own clique, so stay in it. Dont try to be {toot}-popular and think you are all that. Face the reality, sucka. Dont expect everyone to bow down to you and kiss your feet. I dont like you much; cant you tell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1017539430485479360?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1017539430485479360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1017539430485479360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1017539430485479360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1017539430485479360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored.html' title='Bored!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Si0QuI-HAZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_tZ6t79lPGY/s72-c/yuyu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1049760842408072561</id><published>2009-06-08T14:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:03:12.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th June♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy72ijDoxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5IqrSD8XlPI/s1600-h/DSC05231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344853403443110674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy72ijDoxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5IqrSD8XlPI/s320/DSC05231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy7254J3AI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Xo-1vDbLeuc/s1600-h/DSC05233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344853409705614338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy7254J3AI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Xo-1vDbLeuc/s320/DSC05233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hand tempura, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy575AiPXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/cFdUdV_jUps/s1600-h/DSC05224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851296348421490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy575AiPXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/cFdUdV_jUps/s320/DSC05224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dhaniyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy72iDCfhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/bc7Woe70KfA/s1600-h/DSC05229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344853403308817938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy72iDCfhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/bc7Woe70KfA/s320/DSC05229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darwisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy576oTCmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VppYZEsT1qs/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851296783632994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy576oTCmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VppYZEsT1qs/s320/DSC05222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dhaniyah again. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy57bXfKVI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZQa6wT2dcy8/s1600-h/DSC05218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851288391625042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy57bXfKVI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZQa6wT2dcy8/s320/DSC05218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy57cjarTI/AAAAAAAAAro/DXI58CWbTWc/s1600-h/DSC05217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851288710098226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy57cjarTI/AAAAAAAAAro/DXI58CWbTWc/s320/DSC05217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy57CCzZcI/AAAAAAAAArg/b2L2L4mlzVg/s1600-h/DSC05212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851281593984450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy57CCzZcI/AAAAAAAAArg/b2L2L4mlzVg/s320/DSC05212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily The Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy43COAzeI/AAAAAAAAArY/y0Bx8fHXXHQ/s1600-h/DSC05208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344850113409895906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy43COAzeI/AAAAAAAAArY/y0Bx8fHXXHQ/s320/DSC05208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IBU♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy42_x1H7I/AAAAAAAAArQ/xAnB3izS4RU/s1600-h/DSC05206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344850112754818994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy42_x1H7I/AAAAAAAAArQ/xAnB3izS4RU/s320/DSC05206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy429QXacI/AAAAAAAAArI/WjPPAMTnwjs/s1600-h/DSC05198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344850112077588930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy429QXacI/AAAAAAAAArI/WjPPAMTnwjs/s320/DSC05198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My face. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy42qTNhLI/AAAAAAAAArA/erbAdocdPz8/s1600-h/DSC05196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344850106989249714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy42qTNhLI/AAAAAAAAArA/erbAdocdPz8/s320/DSC05196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Jamz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy42XXGgQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/KJLqYsL6iRE/s1600-h/DSC05194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344850101905293570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy42XXGgQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/KJLqYsL6iRE/s320/DSC05194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dhaniyah &amp;amp; Danish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to ECP yesterday for family outing. Actually it was all cousins and 2 adults outing. Only my mom and Uncle Jamz came. Cos my mom was the one who organized the outing. xD I had sooooo much fun. Reached ECP, cycled till my pantat was sore. I went to the very end of the beach, then my bicycle went crazy. :O! In total my mom spent $54 on bicycle rental. LOL. We got something free. Socks. HAHAHAHA. So after cycling we went bowling. Free socks what? I sucked at bowling. I only got 41 points after two games, and my sis got 70. Pathetic. After that, we went upstairs to the arcade. Expensive or what. I think my mom spent 30+ on the tokens. Stupid. My mom gave me 2 $1 coins because i wanted the soft toy. But in the end i couldnt get one. GRRRR! So i paid my mom back. Then we went to WCP for late lunch at McD's. I dropped a box of nuggets, 3 fell out. Daaaamn. My mom had to buy another box because one of my cousin had no food. -_-" I can estimate how much my mom spent yesterday alone. $500? Hais. Then we played at the park, you know the thing where you sit on, and you get pushed from one end to another? I was the pusher. I even pushed stranger kids. Aww. One mom even said, " Wow, you are helping to push, how sweet. " HAHA. I am sweet la kan. *Flutters eyelids* I got so dark there. And i sweat alot. Good thing i dont have BO unlike some people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i woke up at 8am for my Literature tutorial. Nonsense la Mdm Marjubee. I pass also have to go for tut. We waited for her for 15 minutes in class, but she was waiting for us at the theatre. Siang siang takmo cakap. Nonsense. While we waited for her in class, Niq and i drew Lady Gaga on the board with Mdm Siti's markers. Mine cacat sia, and i put bra on her head. xD! Niq's was so real. Then she drew Paris Hilton with her doggy. I drew a Big Mac. :d Yummm. I still remembered what Mdm Marjubee said during the netball carnival. When our player banged into the opponent, she said, " OMG CLASH OF THE TITANS! HAHAHA! ". HAHAHAH. How bitchy is she?! Shes so fun. I have her as a Lit teacher and netball teacher. Twice the fun. After Lit i went to banquet to makan with Niq. I spilled my iced tea on my class jersey. -_-" Its so going to stain. Yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went home and switched on my laptop, and this guy chatted with me on msn. He asked me to intro to him three times. I was so fed-up, i said some rude things to him. He said i was unfriendly and that i "should be more friendly next time". What the? Im not friendly? How friendly must i be?! And who the heck is he to tell me how i should behave? GOD. People like him are complete nincompoops. Haha Joshya taught me that word last year, he used it on Zhi Hao. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1049760842408072561?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1049760842408072561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1049760842408072561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1049760842408072561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1049760842408072561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/7th-june.html' title='7th June♥'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Siy72ijDoxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5IqrSD8XlPI/s72-c/DSC05231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-87073280117477513</id><published>2009-06-06T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:13:27.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin~</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mood to change the skin.&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put navigational,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how to put the music.&lt;br /&gt;Music is utmost important.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the skin.&lt;br /&gt;At the Affiliates part,&lt;br /&gt;its spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I think its because i deleted the credits.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me?&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to help;&lt;br /&gt;you ass.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So many people have been spamming me with,&lt;br /&gt;" OMG HAVE YOU HEARD? NEW MOON IS COMING! I JUST WATCHED THE TRAILER... "&lt;br /&gt;So im like,&lt;br /&gt;-_- It was on ET since a few months ago?&lt;br /&gt;But what cracks me up more is that,&lt;br /&gt;they get excited about the movie but they have not read the book.&lt;br /&gt;*crick crick crick*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Edward Cullen is hot.&lt;br /&gt;But only in the book.&lt;br /&gt;The actor is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;And please,&lt;br /&gt;bella is moi,&lt;br /&gt;dont make it &lt;em&gt;yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;Paham?&lt;br /&gt;Understand?&lt;br /&gt;Im now trying to make the decision on whether to read The Host by Stephenie Meyer or not.&lt;br /&gt;Niq is already reading it,&lt;br /&gt;and i love Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont have the time to read.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay cant wait for tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEERA♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-87073280117477513?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/87073280117477513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=87073280117477513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/87073280117477513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/87073280117477513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-skin.html' title='New skin~'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3810356486067759236</id><published>2009-06-06T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:12:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sio79NwMbuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/igbLlsynSBc/s1600-h/Sports+day+09049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344149830678376162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sio79NwMbuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/igbLlsynSBc/s320/Sports+day+09049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats Mr Raja there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running for the Teachers' Race during sports day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The netball carnival was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 12 people turned up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all so furious at some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have no reason to be absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zubaidah called them irresponsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ee-res-pon-si-buhl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K merey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because of the insufficient number of players,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of us had to play without rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marafugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh marafugar means mother fucker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-A-M-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont really care about those who didnt come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were at a loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for when Zubaidah and Khairunnah injured themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the last game me and Niq played different games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to play both GD and GK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our netball defence is already bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i had to it on my own some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the last team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shooters gave me dirty looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never seen a multi-positioned player?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they scratched me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scared to hit them back because they we so tiny like taik idong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i managed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit the GA in the head with the ball and i scratched the GS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could do this forever, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the carnival was just friendly matches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No points taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt know what to feel about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy or pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if the points were taken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think we can be any better than we already were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offence la to the other players,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my defending sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if we have the best of other players,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be the one spoiling the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so tomorrow is my family outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant waitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaddap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a bitchslap, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like ive said enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3810356486067759236?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3810356486067759236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3810356486067759236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3810356486067759236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3810356486067759236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalala.html' title='LALALA.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sio79NwMbuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/igbLlsynSBc/s72-c/Sports+day+09049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7739151946898631251</id><published>2009-06-05T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:52:24.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Carnival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SikSfPzWgZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rFz5mlKAs70/s1600-h/263223278l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343822760878965138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SikSfPzWgZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rFz5mlKAs70/s320/263223278l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is netball carnival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really liked carnivals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially in Kallang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people are not coming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not so sure of whats going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to be in school by 6.45am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still havent looked for my red fbt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had training this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was scorching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Padahal baru 9am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of us were half dead by 10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh, who wouldnt be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay its the GSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if im going shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is not giving my maintenance money for 5 months already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my sisters are here to use my mom's money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They come here for the holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch movies with friends and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they dont have a single CENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my mom to claim whatever they use,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my dad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to wait till im 18 isit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i can go to court for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know im selfish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who is more selfish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my dad will only give me my money when its already reached up to 1 million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skarang je da tak bayar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he pays month by month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ibu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what we get for giving people face they dont deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for tomorrow to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7739151946898631251?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7739151946898631251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7739151946898631251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7739151946898631251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7739151946898631251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/netball-carnival.html' title='Netball Carnival!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SikSfPzWgZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rFz5mlKAs70/s72-c/263223278l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5165453435963881799</id><published>2009-06-03T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:23:37.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiZ18KfoIwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rJD6KQSp7pk/s1600-h/BOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343087684391281410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiZ18KfoIwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rJD6KQSp7pk/s320/BOB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back with my sisters and mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Monsters VS Aliens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooooooooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the picture above is BOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hes so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bimbo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i had sore throat and i couldnt laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):[ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today i had Physics tutorial at 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i was late or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was second to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the lesson there were only like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mdm Siti was talking to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was explaining stuff and drawing diagrams on the board,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were all like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nod, Nod*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she paused for some reaction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SILENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started from basics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast i can understand Physics now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_- "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 9 we finished and i went down for netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played games on our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best best best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i get to ruuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i know it was a little dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i like dead - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was humid because it rained at 6am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i was dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niq came late for netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had Napha test 2.4km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She failed it again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niq, this is your 3rd time re-testing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUN YOUR ASS OFF BITCH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we waited for 1 hour for Ms Sangeetha to give us our consent forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So slow ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Niq and i went to banquet to makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret buying a bowl of noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost couldnt finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Niq finished her carrot cake 15 minutes even before i was close to done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres Physics tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its in the mid-morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished it was at 8am again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate waking up too early for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guarantee i arrive late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5165453435963881799?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5165453435963881799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5165453435963881799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5165453435963881799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5165453435963881799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bob.html' title='BOB!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiZ18KfoIwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rJD6KQSp7pk/s72-c/BOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1267806022784537430</id><published>2009-06-02T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:22:54.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLABLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9FgaAXeI/AAAAAAAAApo/NgrIWdgjfMI/s1600-h/DSC05139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743697752612322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9FgaAXeI/AAAAAAAAApo/NgrIWdgjfMI/s320/DSC05139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ):{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU950PhOUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Uz-wMWFs0AM/s1600-h/DSC05158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744596430534978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU950PhOUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Uz-wMWFs0AM/s320/DSC05158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU95g7lbDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Jo35sRqWFCk/s1600-h/DSC05162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744591246650418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU95g7lbDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Jo35sRqWFCk/s320/DSC05162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's wiping his saliva :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9GET8DXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/6zI0uoZ0cgY/s1600-h/DSC05180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743707390840178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9GET8DXI/AAAAAAAAAqI/6zI0uoZ0cgY/s320/DSC05180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spongebooooooooooooob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9Fz_SnXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TTTwZ5NTbrM/s1600-h/DSC05192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743703009271154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9Fz_SnXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TTTwZ5NTbrM/s320/DSC05192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9F0cEqUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1heYxC36A_I/s1600-h/DSC05154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743703129991490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9F0cEqUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1heYxC36A_I/s320/DSC05154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9FqMmyZI/AAAAAAAAApw/KZgL17P3HPA/s1600-h/DSC05142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743700380764562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SiU9FqMmyZI/AAAAAAAAApw/KZgL17P3HPA/s320/DSC05142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darwisyah, Darwisi &amp;amp; Dhaniyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*COUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brings sickness to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im still recovering from a high fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got it just yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39 Degrees Celsius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the morning i thought i was going to die or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My head hurt like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toooooot&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i couldnt breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had bodyaches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;headaches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;flu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heavy breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu didnt go to work yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i asked her to bring me to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But she said "no".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because it was already 10am and the place will be crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i was dying there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;want to wait till night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i waited till noon until i couldnt take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i forced my mom to get me panadol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We ran out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took 2 and slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and i wore that cooling thing on my forehead -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the ones babies use when they get sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dah saket sangat pe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today i went to Nyai house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought everyone there had to go JB,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i came to accompany my grandma and Darwisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I came with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached at 1pm and came home at 9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Darwisi cried alot there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He keeps forgetting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My face i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He looked at me with his,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erm-do-i-know-you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched JANGAN TEGUR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing scary or haunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just suspense and shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nyai bought 36 packets of chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHOA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banyak siul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said one costs only 99c.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She gave 12 chickens to neighbour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cut the rest in fours and distributed to me and my auntie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Argh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tomorrow is Physics tutorial and netball training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope i fully recover by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont want to be running around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;being dizzy and wanting to puke all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its late now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1267806022784537430?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1267806022784537430/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7730669364178056567</id><published>2009-05-31T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:54:16.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>URGH!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with my hp?&lt;br /&gt;I cant upload pictures that were sent from other hps.&lt;br /&gt;And today i took alot of pictures with my sister's hp.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to abandon this piece of metal shit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went for kendarat today.&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 1030am,&lt;br /&gt;even though we were supposed to reach at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;It was at Jurong West,&lt;br /&gt;my uncle's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I obviously didnt want to wake up early for that.&lt;br /&gt;Im not even close to him.&lt;br /&gt;Reached with Ibu, 3 sisters by cab.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Sat around.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have to do my job.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many kendarats there.&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;they are male.&lt;br /&gt;So the only plates i cleared was mine and my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buang mase aku aje,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tido kat ruma kan puas hati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwisi my monkey boy didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;Darwisi is a baby.&lt;br /&gt;6 months i think.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The kompang boys were so huuuuuge.&lt;br /&gt;And one resembled Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;His hair was pointed the way Wolverine's was.&lt;br /&gt;Only it was dyed with blonde streaks.&lt;br /&gt;And his sideburn was so long,&lt;br /&gt;i think it reached his collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;:O!&lt;br /&gt;We went home at 5pm,&lt;br /&gt;before that i put nail henna on my nails - duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cacat ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukak skola gerenti kene marah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;I think im sick.&lt;br /&gt;Hingus meleleh,&lt;br /&gt;sneeze tk abes abes,&lt;br /&gt;mate watery.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime its holiday,&lt;br /&gt;sickness will come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Pantat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahcoooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7730669364178056567?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7730669364178056567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7730669364178056567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7730669364178056567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7730669364178056567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1296123695231256240</id><published>2009-05-29T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:02:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WYzhRyI/AAAAAAAAAow/OtUIcw2yCQM/s1600-h/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341260746584049442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WYzhRyI/AAAAAAAAAow/OtUIcw2yCQM/s320/DSC00039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How's my hair now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43Cg4MTI/AAAAAAAAApA/2nZAfTeeh-c/s1600-h/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341261307535962418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43Cg4MTI/AAAAAAAAApA/2nZAfTeeh-c/s320/DSC00041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_44BaqnYI/AAAAAAAAApg/KjuyonlvS_w/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341261324421340546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_44BaqnYI/AAAAAAAAApg/KjuyonlvS_w/s320/DSC00049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43pzvYBI/AAAAAAAAApY/glfNJthPX2M/s1600-h/DSC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341261318084059154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43pzvYBI/AAAAAAAAApY/glfNJthPX2M/s320/DSC00046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43tOFVhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Rgo9rqHjFy4/s1600-h/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341261318999856658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43tOFVhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Rgo9rqHjFy4/s320/DSC00045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43R5lBxI/AAAAAAAAApI/3sRu0CEAGZY/s1600-h/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341261311666095890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_43R5lBxI/AAAAAAAAApI/3sRu0CEAGZY/s320/DSC00043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mirror will crack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WgbudwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vRDLf4pv8-w/s1600-h/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341260748631734018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WgbudwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vRDLf4pv8-w/s320/DSC00040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WHw42eI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wZd5skgEHwA/s1600-h/DSC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341260742009608674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WHw42eI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wZd5skgEHwA/s320/DSC00038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WJdUFTI/AAAAAAAAAog/U-eQFOSEqG0/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341260742464378162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WJdUFTI/AAAAAAAAAog/U-eQFOSEqG0/s320/DSC00035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose.... #5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4V4O7USI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TqXQkwk2sc0/s1600-h/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341260737840632098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4V4O7USI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TqXQkwk2sc0/s320/DSC00032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3W8XCTDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zrA17r6EYJQ/s1600-h/DSC00030+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341259656616627250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3W8XCTDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/zrA17r6EYJQ/s320/DSC00030+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3WiOV11I/AAAAAAAAAoI/TlqiW3IT68s/s1600-h/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341259649600837458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3WiOV11I/AAAAAAAAAoI/TlqiW3IT68s/s320/DSC00029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3WsJsRfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Cx4YdCEME70/s1600-h/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341259652265690610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3WsJsRfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Cx4YdCEME70/s320/DSC00026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crick, crick, crick. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3WWviOZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/AwZ9qPVEsWY/s1600-h/DSC00024+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341259646518835602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_3WWviOZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/AwZ9qPVEsWY/s320/DSC00024+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uhh, Niq? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tried to put the pictures in order,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blogger is fucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still have 3 pictures to upload, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but they couldnt be uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pictures above are from tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok English so the salah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had to go back to school for the astronomy shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Timing on paper was :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.15pm - 10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought we were going to the Science Centre or somewhere cooler,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;instead we were stuck in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Khairi was so irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was acting as if he was so wild and crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Shuddup, dog".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah i know he was my classmate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but he is getting on my nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh btw to his friends;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tell him this for all i care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We watched 3 clips about the Solar System -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love it -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and a little Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What does Slumdog Millionaire got to do with astronomy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOD~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went down and waited for the telescopes to be set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw the moon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was sooo b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wondered what i would see if Niq were to stand infront of the telescope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fibres of her shirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or her skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dah dah merey ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq's mom picked me up at interchange to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her stepdad was there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And her mom also sent me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took her mom 5 minutes to drive down the carpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway thanks Mama Niq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama Niq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sounds so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH i almost forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was meet the parents session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I reached school with my mom and we met Niq and her mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then i saw Afiqah and her parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mom went up to my class with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and as i had predicted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she complained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saying how come our school doesnt have a lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C'mon ibu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its only 4 storeys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive been doing it for the past 2 years and 5 months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I received my report book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D: !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As i had expected -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F9 for math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BLEAGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only needed 0.9 marks to get an A2 for Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Shows fist*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss Melissa said im a &lt;em&gt;language person&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and not a &lt;em&gt;technical person&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;True, True.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You dont need to think for Language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No formulas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no method crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of funny things happened the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During one recess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq was throwing rubbish into the bin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and when she stepped onto the paddle to lift the top of the bin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she accidentally smacked one guy in the head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who was drinking from the watercooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BAHAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muke kesian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the first place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who in the world would put a rubbish bin next to a watercooler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont really remember what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im suffering from severe dementia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pardon moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps : in pic &gt; Nur Shah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHEERA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sh_4WYzhRyI/AAAAAAAAAow/OtUIcw2yCQM/s72-c/DSC00039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2880997936796032645</id><published>2009-05-25T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:22:17.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/ShqFdf740dI/AAAAAAAAAno/pP7HPU7QyE0/s1600-h/DSC05105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339727050036531666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/ShqFdf740dI/AAAAAAAAAno/pP7HPU7QyE0/s320/DSC05105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooo i blogged this morning. Now i have to blog - again! During assembly at 1.30pm just now, i was so shocked. HAHA! Shan and Soo from 98.7Fm came to our school, yay. Whatever. I thought the Muttons would be there too, but no. Too bad. A few students had to sing some songs just to get a notebook. Niq didnt want to sing. Again, &lt;em&gt;too bad&lt;/em&gt;. This girl, i forgot her name, she sang Unfaithful by Rihanna. HAHAHA. At first i was like, " is she singing or saying? ". I guess she couldnt sing. Not infront of the whole upper sec level, omg~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway Shan and Soo were here not to have fun all the way. They had to convey a message that smoking is bad... blablabla. Oh em gee? Shan is so tall. 194cm -_- And Soo was super sarcastic about our school. I loike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No wonder soccer never won anything, this school"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wahh the students are so intelligent"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Etcetera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soo's hair was so pretty. Pink in the middle of her hair. I dont really know how to explain this. And she was so cute. LOL LA. Niq was laughing all the way, at the students. &lt;em&gt;How can anyone not know FOB?&lt;/em&gt; Booooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then STRAIGHT after assembly AYG people had to gather at the Library for the training. 2 hours. I was so sick and tired. Not to mention, hungry. Famished. Lapar. I know my vocabulary is limited, shut up. Eh one more, kebulur. I got the duty as the &lt;em&gt;person-on-field&lt;/em&gt; i think. All i know is, im going to be in the limelight, On Tv? EEE. So. The training was so boring, i had no friend. Nazirah was with Ira, and Dee was with other people. During group discussions, i was ignored. Those who ignored me, *shows middle finger*. Boring. There's training tomorrow also. Argh. It sucks to be a loser, you know. But &lt;em&gt;too bad&lt;/em&gt; i have to live with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just now i met up with my mom. Went to get Frappe from McD's. Yum. Walked around Cwp to kill time, waiting for Uncle Jamz to pick us up. Then i saw the most prettiest thing i have seen - for the day, anyway. I saw this miniature drum set. I think it was from The Beatles or something? It was so small and cute. The price was cute too. $45! Woo. I asked my mom to buy it for me first, then i pay her back, but she said... NO! K mrepek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw the girl at the top was one of Nazirah's family i think. She was so lovely. She danced and swayed with Nazirah and her cousins while listening to people karaoke-ing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im so scared for this Friday. Meet-the-parents session. Eurgh. Thank god i couldnt make it. I think. :l ! I have something, i forgot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2880997936796032645?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2880997936796032645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2880997936796032645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2880997936796032645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2880997936796032645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/soooo-i-blogged-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/ShqFdf740dI/AAAAAAAAAno/pP7HPU7QyE0/s72-c/DSC05105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8108954248435903482</id><published>2009-05-25T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:17:33.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Im in school now.&lt;br /&gt;O-M-G&lt;br /&gt;the spacebar is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;:o!&lt;br /&gt;Its English perioooooood!!&lt;br /&gt;Me, Dee, Nabilah and Niq are currently sitting beside each other,&lt;br /&gt;BLOOOOOOOOOOOGING.&lt;br /&gt;Eng teacher just walked past me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday i had kendarat duty at Nazirah's Uncle's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Which was in Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;I went out at 8am and reached Bedok at what,&lt;br /&gt;TEN?!&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;Naz picked me up and we went to her Grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stared&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I changed clothes and freshed[?] myself up.&lt;br /&gt;If Ms Chua were to read this post,&lt;br /&gt;she. will. FLIP.&lt;br /&gt;at my language i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;OK point-form please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the bride's side at Woodlands&lt;br /&gt;- Ate more&lt;br /&gt;- Went back to Bedok&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, by chartered bus&lt;br /&gt;- Started work&lt;br /&gt;- Ew&lt;br /&gt;- Hands dirty&lt;br /&gt;- A grandma thought i was family&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed xD!&lt;br /&gt;- Naz sang with her gerek twin cousins&lt;br /&gt;- I just watched&lt;br /&gt;- Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kendarat thing ended at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;But by 5.30 i was at Naz's grandma's house,&lt;br /&gt;packing and changing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;I sawNaz's sister.&lt;br /&gt;She is so fat.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;It as also Naz's brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthdayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;15 more minutes till English is over.&lt;br /&gt;And time for Literature.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;I didnt bring my textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy16th Birthday LUTFIL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harap perangai pon macam 16-year-old&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEEEEEEEES,&lt;br /&gt;Sheera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8108954248435903482?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8108954248435903482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8108954248435903482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8108954248435903482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8108954248435903482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7119678758806257006</id><published>2009-05-22T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:27:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sha-LrOODDI/AAAAAAAAAng/2_zV5aucGWI/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338663516084505650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sha-LrOODDI/AAAAAAAAAng/2_zV5aucGWI/s320/DSC04475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time i posted?&lt;br /&gt;Ive not been posting daily nowadays because i seem to be catching up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago i slept at 5pm and woke up at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Had netball practice.&lt;br /&gt;I played like i was paralysed in the arms,&lt;br /&gt;cant even catch properly.&lt;br /&gt;I cant shoot, cant run, cant anything.&lt;br /&gt;I even thought of quitting.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know many people would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for me to quit.&lt;br /&gt;I suck la kan.&lt;br /&gt;I make stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh people dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a much bigger loser than i already am.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;During practice not everyone was quite in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Sulking everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;pushing everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Nat was upset with us.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Nat.&lt;br /&gt;I know i suck.&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry next year April im out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh you also right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupiiiiiiid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nat im sorry about your mom.&lt;br /&gt;I knew about it since Monday,&lt;br /&gt;but it just slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So today was a fast day,&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;2 periods of art.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in IT room with the shitty door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;according to Miss Lim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim played the movie Step Up 2.&lt;br /&gt;I watched it a million times,&lt;br /&gt;but it still leave me saying,&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when the girl, Andy[?], shook her ass so bloody fast.&lt;br /&gt;O_O!&lt;br /&gt;As usual we joined the 2 period together -&lt;br /&gt;the first period of art was separated with recess from the second period -&lt;br /&gt;and went for the lower sec recess.&lt;br /&gt;I drank this purple drink which tasted like Ribena,&lt;br /&gt;which made me have stomach ache during Math.&lt;br /&gt;And i think someone drank from my bottle in class.&lt;br /&gt;COS IT TASTED LIKE PANADOL.&lt;br /&gt;Im so going to put my bottle in my bag and locking it!&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;How would anyone feel when their things were taken without any permission?&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Math : Corrections for Paper 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;1130am changed into jersey.&lt;br /&gt;1150am went TKD area for photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i hate Mr Raja.&lt;br /&gt;Boys Brigade took like 30 minutes to get themselves ready,&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt say a thing to rush them.&lt;br /&gt;But when Netball girls were taking our 2nd picture,&lt;br /&gt;he was like,&lt;br /&gt;" OK COME ON I GOT NO TIME TO WASTE ON YOU ",&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I was like,&lt;br /&gt;shut up?&lt;br /&gt;How biased can he be.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer girls can get his attention but netball girls seem to get on his nerves instead.&lt;br /&gt;MR RAJA YOU HAVENT GIVEN US OUR PHOTOS FROM LAST YEAR OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;WE PAID FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;WITH MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;And i also hate that new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Whats his name?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khai?&lt;br /&gt;What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;He still can say Ms Melissa likes him.&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;Hes so racist.&lt;br /&gt;And he said to us when we were in our jerseys,&lt;br /&gt;" You guys? Netball? Serious? ".&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khai,&lt;br /&gt;" You? Teacher? Serious? ".&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7119678758806257006?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7119678758806257006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7119678758806257006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7119678758806257006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7119678758806257006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-was-last-time-i-posted-ive-not.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sha-LrOODDI/AAAAAAAAAng/2_zV5aucGWI/s72-c/DSC04475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8183320791875022450</id><published>2009-05-19T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:43:30.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/ShKV3mInI8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/emkHGsZ_Ths/s1600-h/DSC04994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337493290749469634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/ShKV3mInI8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/emkHGsZ_Ths/s320/DSC04994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the rest of my results today.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu-satu macam taik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I failed math and physics.&lt;br /&gt;And the only A i got so far was for art.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;The rest was like,&lt;br /&gt;Cs, Bs, F.&lt;br /&gt;One F only.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah im stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;The results for the level was so bad,&lt;br /&gt;a few people cried.&lt;br /&gt;I got my English papers today.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Hanim marked the essays and she commented on my essay,&lt;br /&gt;saying that its a good attempt,&lt;br /&gt;even though im no longer in her Eng class.&lt;br /&gt;Aw.&lt;br /&gt;Almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;So the Lit students had a whole hour of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;It was the Amath results thing.&lt;br /&gt;I drew on Niq's new hp.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;loooooooove &lt;/em&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;Touch-screen.&lt;br /&gt;I edited one picture of Jagielka,&lt;br /&gt;but Niq cursed me and deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;And i fought with Nazirah and Nabilah just to use the phone.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Khair got 70/80 for phyics.&lt;br /&gt;Cey pandai.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning Aqid pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But not the type that made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;He kinda made me paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he asked art teacher whether we passed or not,&lt;br /&gt;and he told me so and so failed,&lt;br /&gt;and said that i got an A2 for art.&lt;br /&gt;I was like,&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;And blabbering already.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me,&lt;br /&gt;" If you believe me, you are stupid ".&lt;br /&gt;Blink blink.&lt;br /&gt;Then i took his good arm and bit him.&lt;br /&gt;Shitass.&lt;br /&gt;But when i got the art results i really got an A2.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for June~&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;AYG,&lt;br /&gt;appointments with Diyanah,&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Im sooooo in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8183320791875022450?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8183320791875022450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8183320791875022450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8183320791875022450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8183320791875022450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-rest-of-my-results-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/ShKV3mInI8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/emkHGsZ_Ths/s72-c/DSC04994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3047400380595533933</id><published>2009-05-15T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:38:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are OVERRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sgz88L8E1lI/AAAAAAAAAnA/E6Et7Dxudo8/s1600-h/argh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335917769454310994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sgz88L8E1lI/AAAAAAAAAnA/E6Et7Dxudo8/s320/argh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i know im going to fail almost &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had art today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooo sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt even do half of the colour combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my final piece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt colour all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niq only managed to colour 3 people and some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up on colouring the sea, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i painted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing my colour pencils are the water colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will get back papers starting next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only have 2 days to prepare for helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exaggerating much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results are going to suck big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Niq's house yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she could help me with the colour combi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Kallang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasnt that far actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 4.30pm i went to JE to meet my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to be there by 5.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pushed in the MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere want to rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pushed for like eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old women rushed here and there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the theyre going to die if they dont get off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was this chi guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he pushed me out of the MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_l_ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid pimple-face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i saw this woman wearing a puma shirt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i kinda stared at the shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she stood beside me and looked at my watch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was puma too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she looked down on her shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jakon jakon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought colour pencils to use for art,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then together with ibu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner at Pizza Hut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sgz88L8E1lI/AAAAAAAAAnA/E6Et7Dxudo8/s72-c/argh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8883457717651836930</id><published>2009-05-13T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:04:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PhysicsPhysicsPhysics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sgq0YbNU-RI/AAAAAAAAAmo/edazCZixfKE/s1600-h/domokun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335275040287291666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sgq0YbNU-RI/AAAAAAAAAmo/edazCZixfKE/s320/domokun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang Domo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Literature paper.&lt;br /&gt;It was...&lt;br /&gt;Manageable.&lt;br /&gt;But i wrote alot for the part (i)s only.&lt;br /&gt;The part (ii)s were only half a page.&lt;br /&gt;D: !&lt;br /&gt;I did the part (C) for the section A and the prose for section B.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do the poem for section B but i couldnt understand it,&lt;br /&gt;it was sooooo short.&lt;br /&gt;So i did the prose,&lt;br /&gt;which was easier.&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;If i fail Lit,&lt;br /&gt;means i will fail more than 3 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Melissa told us that many malay kids failed the papers.&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not me please, not me please, not meeee please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate failing language.&lt;br /&gt;Its so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is supposed to be a free day for E2/E3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;Its Pure Chem or something.&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought that i could do my art in peace,&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Siti &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to come into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;She told us that there will be a Physics test for those who couldnt attend the test.&lt;br /&gt;Which was like,&lt;br /&gt;a month ago?&lt;br /&gt;Now then want to tell us.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Niq made new friends!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;With a group of black boys,&lt;br /&gt;sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im going to school for the test with Niq.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to kinda rush home,&lt;br /&gt;especially Niq,&lt;br /&gt;because we're going out to do art.&lt;br /&gt;Art.&lt;br /&gt;Art.&lt;br /&gt;Art.&lt;br /&gt;Art.&lt;br /&gt;Its beginning to sound so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Im still at the modification part.&lt;br /&gt;Still at my last picture,&lt;br /&gt;the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;I swearrrrr,&lt;br /&gt;i hate machines!&lt;br /&gt;Ive got not much time,&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;Rifqi is still at sketching,&lt;br /&gt;Aqid layouts,&lt;br /&gt;and Niq has started on colour scheme.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;I think shes the only one to finish it &lt;em&gt;in time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8883457717651836930?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8883457717651836930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8883457717651836930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8883457717651836930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8883457717651836930'/><link 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HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334899213421061666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SglekbB5JiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/d1gb6MxFZ7g/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay picture was randomly chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently im reading chapters 1-11 for TKAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Literature!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if i should be happy or unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im kinda nervous because theres nothing to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to read from the workbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its useless to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i think i still need to remember some of the words like metaphor blabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i know i should have memorised all those words a long time ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im not a good memoriser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math P2 and Chemistry today was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, although i didnt finish a few sub-questions for Math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and left a few blanks for Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niq already finished her layouts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not even started on layouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some of the students in E3 havent started AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they start tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay best of luck to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5416429497296494295?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5416429497296494295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5416429497296494295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5416429497296494295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5416429497296494295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SglekbB5JiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/d1gb6MxFZ7g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1691949187035829440</id><published>2009-05-11T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:46:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch from Wannabe Street.</title><content type='html'>I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;This is another one of my hate post.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why people are so fricking biased.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you hate your parents for this and that,&lt;br /&gt;but when they give you something with material,&lt;br /&gt;you switch back to loving them.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK OKAY YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;If you hate your parents,&lt;br /&gt;hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Dont love them back when they give you stuff with material.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Who is more important to your life?&lt;br /&gt;Friends or family?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;to you its friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know why that is so.&lt;br /&gt;Its because you are deprived of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;So your friends are your own source of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;To get wild.&lt;br /&gt;So you prefer going with your friends for one whole day,&lt;br /&gt;rather than spending time to bond with family.&lt;br /&gt;You think family sucks,&lt;br /&gt;you know them already.&lt;br /&gt;Well let me give you a piece of reality -&lt;br /&gt;your friends are no good and they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Dont like what im saying?&lt;br /&gt;Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Dont pretend you know so much when you actually dont.&lt;br /&gt;And btw,&lt;br /&gt;im not the only one who despise you.&lt;br /&gt;You can say all those things to blind me but im no dummy.&lt;br /&gt;In many cases im the dummy but in yours,&lt;br /&gt;nope, im not.&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen through you,&lt;br /&gt;and in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;you are a backstabbing, irritating, dumb and filthy little wannabe bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this and know who i am refering to.&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to me if you think its you and say sorry,&lt;br /&gt;or you can yell at me your lame profanities.&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh!&lt;br /&gt;Unless you ditch your &lt;em&gt;i-love-my-friends-more-than-my-family&lt;/em&gt; attitude,&lt;br /&gt;i will hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Get off Wannabe Street please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1691949187035829440?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1691949187035829440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1691949187035829440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1691949187035829440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1691949187035829440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch-from-wannabe-street.html' title='Bitch from Wannabe Street.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3302062598235835730</id><published>2009-05-11T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:08:50.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgefQ-LBKRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6BwLfaBUGi4/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334407397559576850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgefQ-LBKRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6BwLfaBUGi4/s400/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid noisy neighbours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played their loud techno since 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Happy Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom bought pizza yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i know it should be the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She bought the Mother's Day special or something, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because theres 2 pizzas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one of them is a heart-shaped pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had strawberries on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i had meatballs with white sauce while my mom got lasagne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow is Math P2 and Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zul told me that during N-level exams he had this question for Chemistry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" What is an isotope? ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said it was a stupid question, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaning easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i asked him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Whats an isotope??? :o ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said i no harapan to pass Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent started on my Chemistry revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im doing my art, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then im going to do Math,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive only done the modification part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOIIIII LAMBAT HOIIIIII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to chop chop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days to go till art exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what i hate about art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You HAVE to do the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why cant we just sit and study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it will be a theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheres the kick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobal sorang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so hungry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate some pizza leftovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But im still hungreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres wasabi potato chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so spicy i can choke by smelling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&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/8062051972001032104-3302062598235835730?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3302062598235835730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3302062598235835730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3302062598235835730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3302062598235835730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-noisy-neighbours.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgefQ-LBKRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6BwLfaBUGi4/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8755266238621483503</id><published>2009-05-10T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:40:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgaENgIeDtI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DGZZAhEdW1E/s1600-h/DSC04429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334096176165555922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgaENgIeDtI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DGZZAhEdW1E/s320/DSC04429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY IBU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8755266238621483503?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8755266238621483503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8755266238621483503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8755266238621483503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8755266238621483503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-ibu-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgaENgIeDtI/AAAAAAAAAl4/DGZZAhEdW1E/s72-c/DSC04429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3353939185161262029</id><published>2009-05-09T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:04:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgVSLZjNxaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LoaEIDrCrNA/s1600-h/DSC04869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333759689480848802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgVSLZjNxaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LoaEIDrCrNA/s320/DSC04869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooh look at my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Lady Lioness.&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me to rebond/straighten my hair.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure if i wanna go through the bad hair days and those scalp problems...&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooos.&lt;br /&gt;I went to a wedding just now.&lt;br /&gt;At Sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that place.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so far from each other.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom made it worse by getting us lost in the middle of hundreds of apartments.&lt;br /&gt;And the wedding was at a multi-purpose hall of a new bunch of buildings.&lt;br /&gt;And there were lots of centipedes.&lt;br /&gt;Stepped on and not stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;So we went there.&lt;br /&gt;And ate.&lt;br /&gt;And chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;And listened to horrible singing by some teens.&lt;br /&gt;Im just lucky my ears didnt bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Then i wanted to look for some stuff at Compass Point but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Useless shops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought cherries and we went to the bustop and took 161 straight to Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this girl.&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing the same kurung as i was.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was already laughing at the back.&lt;br /&gt;But hers was the original because hers was the whole set.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was a little different.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sooo.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to start on my art layouts.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;Im so behind time.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3353939185161262029?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3353939185161262029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3353939185161262029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3353939185161262029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3353939185161262029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooooooh-look-at-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgVSLZjNxaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LoaEIDrCrNA/s72-c/DSC04869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4982392877193321462</id><published>2009-05-08T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:01:04.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgRHnY3IoAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/YACxcEmi-aA/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333466600727683074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgRHnY3IoAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/YACxcEmi-aA/s320/DSC04813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newwwwwwww skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the big fonts, but i dont know what to do to reduce the size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics and Geography were so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleagh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt even finish Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i didnt write much for a 9-mark question for Geography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so failing all my subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont really know what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niq smsed me earlier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that her period hasnt come yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 weeks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And shes afraid shes &lt;u&gt;pregnant&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_____-!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said maybe shes preggers with &lt;em&gt;Stevie&lt;/em&gt;'s baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told her not to invite me to the baby shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, another possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jiggly&lt;/em&gt;'s baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i know you dont know these names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just pretend you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i told her, not to invite me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to jiggle like her baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ergh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4982392877193321462?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4982392877193321462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4982392877193321462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4982392877193321462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4982392877193321462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/newwwwwwww-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgRHnY3IoAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/YACxcEmi-aA/s72-c/DSC04813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5685427568744954945</id><published>2009-05-07T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:19:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgKxSGYhgsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQMQhghJegs/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333019833269322434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgKxSGYhgsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQMQhghJegs/s320/DSC04845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic or whaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so restless since tomorrow is Geography and Physics exam.&lt;br /&gt;Its bad enough that i suck in Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Physics is tough.&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is.&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember formulas.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAGH.&lt;br /&gt;And Geography needs lots of reading and memorising too.&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;I got 11.5/20 for an open-book test.&lt;br /&gt;That just shows that im going to flunk Geography tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying to remember river processes since 1 hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;But i keep forgeting them as soon as i move on to read other things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was Social Studies and Math P1.&lt;br /&gt;Math = Fail.&lt;br /&gt;Social studies = ?&lt;br /&gt;I misinterpreted the cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Realised it 5 minutes before time was up.&lt;br /&gt;6 marks lost.&lt;br /&gt;And i wrote too little for a 12-mark question.&lt;br /&gt;Its either theres no time or im just too slow.&lt;br /&gt;So math was earlier in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I studied indices and circles but neither of them came out much.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Okay after this when my mom gets home im going to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Then read up on Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to survive cramming my brain with Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Okay goooooooooooooooooooooooooooood luck to those taking exams~&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5685427568744954945?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5685427568744954945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5685427568744954945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5685427568744954945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5685427568744954945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecstatic-or-whaaaaat-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgKxSGYhgsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQMQhghJegs/s72-c/DSC04845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3278169614451105992</id><published>2009-05-06T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:55:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgEyESRoXLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DPx03U2xoXw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332598482990030002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgEyESRoXLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DPx03U2xoXw/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;English papers sucked. I totally wrote everything out of point. Hate it hate it. After both papers i had to go down for the AYG volunteers meeting or something like that. We had to check our shirt sizes and also waistline. Guess what? The first time i checked my waistline, it was 93cm. Wth. So big. Its already like, XXXL. Then when i checked it again with the help of Ms Ayu, i got 80cm. Okay better but still my butt is huge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant wait to read my Reader's Digest. Got a new one today. Yaaaaaaaahoooo. Oh tomorrow is Math Paper 1 and Social Studies. Urgh. Ive only read a little on SS. Math, not at all. Failure is in my hands. K mrepek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3278169614451105992?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3278169614451105992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3278169614451105992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3278169614451105992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3278169614451105992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/english-papers-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgEyESRoXLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DPx03U2xoXw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4632325338539249011</id><published>2009-05-05T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:26:16.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgAsjvgJ0SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0lLysjUWayU/s1600-h/Sports+day+09040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332310951365038370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgAsjvgJ0SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0lLysjUWayU/s320/Sports+day+09040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY NUR DIYANAH BTE IBRAHIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay you're finally fifteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so i hope your birthday doesnt suck because its the first day of MYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh dont forget to ask the librarian for a candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its her birthday too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its MYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it started off with Malay Papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper 1 was letter writing and composition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper 2 was comprehension and idioms, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept changing my answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the exam Niq and i went to the study area near canteen to do our art modifications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which i did not finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant believe Niq finished them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did them as if it was so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only did modifications for 4 of my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every modification,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will always be a crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cracks in ceramics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My theme might as well be CRACK right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4632325338539249011?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4632325338539249011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4632325338539249011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4632325338539249011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4632325338539249011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-15th-birthday-nur-diyanah-bte.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SgAsjvgJ0SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0lLysjUWayU/s72-c/Sports+day+09040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7123850886869545260</id><published>2009-05-04T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:06:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf67R9jx_zI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sJqtuBuuQBM/s1600-h/DSC04790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331904926110056242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf67R9jx_zI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sJqtuBuuQBM/s320/DSC04790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ghost girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65vOPJoOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/oEIFx9tGtU0/s1600-h/DSC04788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331903229779878114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65vOPJoOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/oEIFx9tGtU0/s320/DSC04788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65via5H6I/AAAAAAAAAko/yZQ6JzzdQJM/s1600-h/DSC04799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331903235197837218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65via5H6I/AAAAAAAAAko/yZQ6JzzdQJM/s320/DSC04799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65vUgxSAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/McjCUZaYSWI/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331903231464392706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65vUgxSAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/McjCUZaYSWI/s320/DSC04794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65vbyBrOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/t6ieDYWvz3U/s1600-h/yuyu%26uncle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331903233415818466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf65vbyBrOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/t6ieDYWvz3U/s320/yuyu%26uncle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday, 2 May 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attiqah and i went to follow Uncle Jamz and his band for jamming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was about 8.30pm when i left home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached the place near Masjid Sultan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle Jamz bought me and Attiqah &lt;em&gt;roti prata telur&lt;/em&gt; and green tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love egg prata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Halfway through delicious prata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle J and his friends wanted to start jamming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they left us to gobble our food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was still hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We watched them play their song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alhambra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they practice alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The music was so loud i could feel vibrations all over my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It lasted for about 2-3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1am and we went to Beach road for FOOD!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 old guys and 2 teenage girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got myself a nasi goreng merah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attiqah copied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sedap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attiqah forced herself to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She doesnt eat spicy food, fyi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that the&lt;em&gt; men&lt;/em&gt; went to smoke for 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During which Attiqah and i wandered around in the dead of night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attiqah spat a couple of times to get rid of the spicyness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You dont spit in public, sister.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle J sent his friend home to as far as Tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By 2am we were done and on the way to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it rained like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And somewhere on the road a tree trunk got uprooted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so colddddddddddddddddddd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was lucky i had my shawl with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I slept all the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.30am reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bathed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slept ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYE.&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/8062051972001032104-7123850886869545260?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7123850886869545260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7123850886869545260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7123850886869545260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7123850886869545260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghost-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf67R9jx_zI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sJqtuBuuQBM/s72-c/DSC04790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5931082767924558214</id><published>2009-05-04T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:40:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qie6FIEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/r8L5eoa2i8s/s1600-h/DSC04835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886518242189378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qie6FIEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/r8L5eoa2i8s/s320/DSC04835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mak anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJyLXs7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/dWSMVOAqKiY/s1600-h/DSC04823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886093918254002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJyLXs7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/dWSMVOAqKiY/s320/DSC04823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJ30Cd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/n_S5LsVZ8DM/s1600-h/DSC04822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886095431006018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJ30Cd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/n_S5LsVZ8DM/s320/DSC04822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJrha-wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/BBR-dCu20t0/s1600-h/DSC04836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886092131695362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJrha-wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/BBR-dCu20t0/s320/DSC04836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sepet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJhNEPVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SWc5lDklALU/s1600-h/DSC04816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886089361964370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qJhNEPVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SWc5lDklALU/s320/DSC04816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I HATE FLASHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n7MxjWKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NTOkQdejk1M/s1600-h/DSC04815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331883644336429218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n7MxjWKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NTOkQdejk1M/s320/DSC04815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooooh... flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n6yJQbZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qn5tL_nfYvI/s1600-h/DSC04840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331883637188095378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n6yJQbZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qn5tL_nfYvI/s320/DSC04840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n64FqEYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7WON6UFLJ5Q/s1600-h/DSC04839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331883638783611266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n64FqEYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7WON6UFLJ5Q/s320/DSC04839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n6j9J-KI/AAAAAAAAAi4/AiQasWG8Ric/s1600-h/DSC04837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331883633379244194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n6j9J-KI/AAAAAAAAAi4/AiQasWG8Ric/s320/DSC04837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n6vdX0uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/i-RH39TqNqE/s1600-h/DSC04838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331883636467159778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6n6vdX0uI/AAAAAAAAAiw/i-RH39TqNqE/s320/DSC04838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im watching X men. :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long time no post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday i went to my grandma's house with my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We wanted to do a little art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which i did not do even a quarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only drew like, 6 pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last picture was supposed to be a skeleton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But its too hard to draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and my theme is CRISIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Focusing on economic and global crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i reached that house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i saw Darwisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My monkey boy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I said " Hi Wisi! " *SMILES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and he went like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" Aaaaaaahhh... ! " *CRIES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My grandma then told me that hes scared of long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i had to tie my hair up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then i said hello to him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He makes his im-going-to-cry-again face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i walked away from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He can sit already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At around 4pm me, my 4 other cousins and Darwisi and his mom went to Lot 1 to get some ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we went to the playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Darwisi cried thrice when i tried to carry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;:{!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then back to grandma's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took me an hour to draw those pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slow or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then me and Bambang had to teach P1 and P2 English, Math and Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-______________________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we watched X men while eating hotdogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i was lying on my tummy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Darwisi climbed on the bed and crawled through my legs which were slightly apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he put his head in my butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bambang was already laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told Darwisi to GET OFF ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But instead he climbed onto my thigh and bit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the thigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;:{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then he bit me somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For someone who doesnt have teeth yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he bites like a croc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After X men Cik Halil sent me and Bambang home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I reached home at about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10pm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I forgot to do my Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slept at 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next post is about Saturday's events.&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/8062051972001032104-5931082767924558214?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5931082767924558214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5931082767924558214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5931082767924558214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5931082767924558214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mak-anak.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sf6qie6FIEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/r8L5eoa2i8s/s72-c/DSC04835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7232172110003913883</id><published>2009-04-30T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:26:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfmGIKlu2DI/AAAAAAAAAio/H8UlLgW0p0k/s1600-h/DSC04750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330439108809381938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfmGIKlu2DI/AAAAAAAAAio/H8UlLgW0p0k/s320/DSC04750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that quote on photobucket,&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;This one was made by me,&lt;br /&gt;FYI.&lt;br /&gt;" You're so fake, you make barbie look real "&lt;br /&gt;Its true,&lt;br /&gt;isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just now during Malay lesson Azly and Akid got scolded infront of the class for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest had to stand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu la, suke step rebel kat orang, ni akibatnye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why people have to ACT rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be rebellious,&lt;br /&gt;be rebellious to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Not people who are obviously weaker than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngan cikgu Melissa takmo rebel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ngan mdm Wen nak rebel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kental pe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pity teachers.&lt;br /&gt;They did nothing and these "rebellious" people pick on them.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those who know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I love this week.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no Friday~&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jamz asked me to go see him rehearse at the jamming studio.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Because i cant hear a thing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Bambang and i will be going to Nyai house to do art.&lt;br /&gt;Since Bambang didnt come last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagi cantek ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed my topic from collision to crisis.&lt;br /&gt;The problem was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I already have the layout in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find the picture anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;So for crisis,&lt;br /&gt;i already have 4 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy ah happy.&lt;br /&gt;Macam jakon seh nak buat art.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o!&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7232172110003913883?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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idiocy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we step into the class, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he will start calling me names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i ignore, he comes to me and slaps/hits me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i hit him back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he spits at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats wrong with you Azly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt your parents teach you to be civilised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality check : &lt;u&gt;YOU ARE A HUMAN, NOT A MONKEY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just now he really danced on my last nerve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hit my forehead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scratched me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hit me with a roll of newspaper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even a hard file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he hit others too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont pick on girls la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you know how lame it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then during Physics today he spat at my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the normal dotted saliva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was so much that it was sliding down my page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my book stinked of his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that when we had temperature taking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he spat all over my table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school i told my mom and she said she was going to call the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the whole teaching staff would know right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Including principal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i told my mom to just email to my GP straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why i can still "help" his gut after what he has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope im not in the wrong in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got all the facts right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i did fight him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scratched him alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only when he starts to hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dont get anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hurt him because he hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Fina when am i going to get my pictures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You posted yours already but what about mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&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/8062051972001032104-4187058021397059870?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4187058021397059870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5451672070013315847</id><published>2009-04-28T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:55:40.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfcVcfxbZXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nAu0BF2rXl8/s1600-h/wtf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752263325607282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfcVcfxbZXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nAu0BF2rXl8/s320/wtf.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;URGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@!#$%^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%$#@!@!#$%^&amp;amp;*^%$#@$%^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate people who dont credit others for their good deeds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even a "thanks"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flip yourself tembalek la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ungrate-fools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piss me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its no use if i give anyone millions of chances, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they keep repeating their bloody mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIGGIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not much of a,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i-promise-i-wont-do-or-say-it-to-anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So beware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you tell me a secret,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really depends on if you piss me off or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you piss me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i piss you off back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By telling your secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you dont,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then of course i wont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not the "usable" kind of girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant use me without paying a price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be mean if i choose to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a revenge-lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is such a hateful post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i feel so angry i can blow up and punch everyone i see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Childish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw Kak Fina im still waiting for my pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it asap please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5451672070013315847?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5451672070013315847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5451672070013315847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5451672070013315847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5451672070013315847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/urgh-i-hate-people-who-dont-credit.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfcVcfxbZXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nAu0BF2rXl8/s72-c/wtf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3151223292461197738</id><published>2009-04-27T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:04:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfV4bIrbouI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7uECfOJ55_w/s1600-h/Sports+day+09019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329298141644301026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfV4bIrbouI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7uECfOJ55_w/s320/Sports+day+09019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helloooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to Diyanah for my pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats my keychain that i got from Cik Farah from overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 15th birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my Twilight series was a better gift from my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i came home an hour plus ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently watching Ellen Degeneres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as usual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mondays suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have 6 math questions to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus my Geography from last 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;Physics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so lazy nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know im a lazy person by nature but im extra lazy &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess today was boring [than usual] because there wasnt any Chemistry lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss OXY [Ong Xia Yun] was away i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For course or she was just sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during Literature Mdm Marjubee was blabbing away about Health Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got an apple today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait lemme grab my apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*washes apple*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crunch crunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mdm M was incharge of the Health Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said her BP level was high because of being incharge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaddaaaaaa yaddaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half a period passed and we only started on To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher is only at chapter 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive already finished that book that i forgot most of the parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pandaiiiiiiiiiii Sheera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-'-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did abit of my hand sculpture during art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sculpture sucked uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soleha's was nice and neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did some sanding, then we were briefed on our MYE art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 pictures redrawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 modifications each,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 layouts and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 colour test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me this is alot already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my teacher said she reduced the number of layouts from 6 to 4,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i cant argue whatsoever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topics given were also WHOAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Things that are round [Niq's favourite]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Identity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Crisis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bonds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Collision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to do all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But obviously cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i chose Collision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im kinda excited and stressed at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EUSTRESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3151223292461197738?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3151223292461197738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3151223292461197738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3151223292461197738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3151223292461197738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/helloooo-credits-to-diyanah-for-my-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfV4bIrbouI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7uECfOJ55_w/s72-c/Sports+day+09019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1214028801272560249</id><published>2009-04-26T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:19:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfQibB3zNEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pcF_8mJNMYk/s1600-h/DSC04730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328922106840429634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfQibB3zNEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pcF_8mJNMYk/s320/DSC04730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday i went out with Kak Fina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to Bugis library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It kinda changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before that i blanja her Long John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You owe me $4.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA, jk eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At library i read this book about Paris which i found at the Geography section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cool ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They have tons of pictures there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we went to Starbucks and i got a Chocolate Cookies Cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We saw a bunch of babies and toddlers playing at the fountain infront of starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I even took pictures of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, all pictures are with Kak Fina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to wait for her to wake up and upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its 5pm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we went to the new place in Bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Forgot what it was called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then about 1 hour later hell began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kak Fina's friends tagged along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought they were gonna do their art too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right, Kak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then i dont know why we went to Taka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well actually i know but i promised not to reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Waited for a bloody someone there for almost an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanted to go home but was forced to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I walked around Taka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And i saw this shop called MADAME BUTTERFLY by Chomel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The items there were so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Asian-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love the Cheongsams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I dont go to Taka at all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thats why i was so jakon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway after waiting for what seemed like eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kak Fina and i BELAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kak Fina was saying sorry and i started crying because i was so friggin upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR OUTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FRIENDS SHOULD BE EXCLUDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I cried in the middle of Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Luckily it was already 8pm and kinda dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kak Fina apologised profusely so i decided to shut up for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then we walked aimlessly around the Taka building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AROUND meaning outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stupid right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I bought a bottle of water to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Crying makes me thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that we went to the Paragon to use the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My face was a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that we walked around to look a Mother's Day gift for my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went back to Bugis and made my mom a necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thats her glamourous name, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And i lost my $10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think someone stole it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then after that we walked to this isolated place and sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;all pictures in Kak Fina's camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well it was actually her friend's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I reached Woodlands at 10.50pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reached home at 11 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh and Chucky was on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SEED OF CHUCKY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By then it was the part where Chucky's son "killed" him with an axe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whats his name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shit face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anything la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I almost forgot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i saw Sab, Putra and Rashid at Bugis Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Waved hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CIAO.&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/8062051972001032104-1214028801272560249?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its me and my white singlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today Niq didnt come to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You missed out alot, Aniqah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We did our sculpturing and i even started on sanding mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its so hard to sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But its fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Diyanah brought my Twilight series back today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus plastic wrapper and some tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She should have wrapped those books months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But i had to do it on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sanggop ye sanggop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayang buku sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So im not lending them to anyone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seeing the state they are in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bought them FIRST-HAND,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not second&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And of course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not at all &lt;em&gt;cheap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Each book is like, $20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So four?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;$80?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway i told Diyanah that i'll start re-reading the Twilight books after Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah its like, a year PLUS away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i need to refresh my mind because there will be another book coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CANT WAITTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 periods of Art, i sat with Soleha, Akid and Rifqi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had no friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friendless Sheera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also went to recess with them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;including another 2 chinese guys which i do not know their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Luckily it was Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Recess with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lower sec.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know im only in sec 3, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but children annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dont like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Im currently SMSing with Niq and Bambang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hes my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hes planning on how much to get from his parents for our outing tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yay Kak Fina can go!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No i miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They are the only cousins from my mom's side that are of MY age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And of course, they are the closest to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FRIENDLESS SHEERA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So he told me his mom screamed at him when he asked for $20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bamz seriously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thats a little too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I never ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mom will ask me how much i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And i will ask for $10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know she needs the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But in your case, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dah biase la kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;KICK THE HABIT, BOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay nothing else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BYE!&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/8062051972001032104-4232660175592636167?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4232660175592636167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2985991808882243824</id><published>2009-04-23T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:46:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD8Z_ukII/AAAAAAAAAgo/BNalmPcbshU/s1600-h/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327762695484510338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD8Z_ukII/AAAAAAAAAgo/BNalmPcbshU/s320/DSC04647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEqdXMaBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/4oI-ncthC4c/s1600-h/DSC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327763486662223890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEqdXMaBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/4oI-ncthC4c/s320/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dhaniyah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEqYWK6gI/AAAAAAAAAho/Drwxt1RQ7Bk/s1600-h/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327763485315754498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEqYWK6gI/AAAAAAAAAho/Drwxt1RQ7Bk/s320/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something's falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdGuvdXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XKeAYK9axY0/s1600-h/DSC04663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327763257248675186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdGuvdXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XKeAYK9axY0/s320/DSC04663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqid/Akid'd leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdWupttI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hsR9cTYFZt0/s1600-h/DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327763261543266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdWupttI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hsR9cTYFZt0/s320/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Run boys, run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdSFX5gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EJeldJaOQUg/s1600-h/DSC04634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327763260296390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdSFX5gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EJeldJaOQUg/s320/DSC04634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our mascot, Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdPJ_RRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pD1ed5kkN_8/s1600-h/DSC04633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327763259510441234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAEdPJ_RRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pD1ed5kkN_8/s320/DSC04633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"ALRIGHT YOU, MOVE TO THE LEFT, YOU, TO THE RIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD80fmGcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YpJ8-DM1O5A/s1600-h/DSC04632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327762702597495234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD80fmGcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YpJ8-DM1O5A/s320/DSC04632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liling's face has to be blurred or she'll kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD8trhcWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xAvoWKuogwQ/s1600-h/DSC04650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327762700768473442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD8trhcWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xAvoWKuogwQ/s320/DSC04650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Melissa~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327762699608044914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD8pW2tXI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2JkjJpos2Cw/s320/DSC04646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Toilet people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a very bad day. It was bad from the start. I set my alarm at 5am but it didnt even sound and my mom woke me up at the last minute. &lt;em&gt;6.30am then want to wake me up?&lt;/em&gt; Aiyo. If it was a normal day, i would have to skip school. So i rushed and bathed. I made a cheese sandwich which i didnt even bite into. Ran out, smsed Nabilah that i was going to be a little late. MAN WAS I LATE. When i arrived at the Stadium at 7.33am the whole school was already assembling in the field. Niq didnt come cos shes having a fever. Booo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did the March pass, blabla. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the mascot for China was a panda. HAHA. Cute la, it was so huge. Then we sat according to our houses. I sat with Nabilah and Diyanah. Then Nabila went for the Girl Guides thingy. Diyanah and me took pict but i couldnt upload some of them I hope theyre up on her blog. It was boring i tell you. We were just sitting there and drinking, chit-chatting, cam whoring and staring into space. First year that i didnt participate in Sports Day. x_____x Rifqi and his friend Yumi brought this crayons that can be used to draw on skin. COOL LA. I wrote Dee's name and she wrote mine. Then i was charged 50cents for a leg design. Cheap right. I asked Rifqi for a retro design. Niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. But the pictures cant be uploaded, like i said earlier. Then my shorts were wet. I thought i was sweating. But when i checked, it was my period. I remembered that me and Firah Bee's period were around the same time. She told me the other day that she was having menses. GOD. I rushed home. Took me some 20 minutes. I walked home. I didnt want to wait for the bus. I know its going to be long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now im eating another cheese sandwich and thinking of what to eat next. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYEBYEBYEBYEBYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2985991808882243824?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2985991808882243824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2985991808882243824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2985991808882243824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2985991808882243824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day.html' title='Sports day.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SfAD8Z_ukII/AAAAAAAAAgo/BNalmPcbshU/s72-c/DSC04647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-8841743385191177026</id><published>2009-04-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:13:32.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se8vyV5iUQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/8lDm3XpHeDg/s1600-h/dots.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327529426121019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se8vyV5iUQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/8lDm3XpHeDg/s320/dots.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niq is sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:{!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Sports Day and i got no friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah yeah im anti social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get well soon eh Niq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was unexpectedly boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning the chaos already started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azly hit me first thing in the morning in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piss me off eh Azly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIT ME AGAIN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i scratched and swung my arms at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual i got a little of his skin stuck in my cuticles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AKA NAILS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because Niq was sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i became mentally sick too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a headache and all i wanted to do was sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a surprise test during Geog which i am so going to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it was an open-book test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote excessively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means deduction in marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i had to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i waited until after the test and i waited again for Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mdm Siti was crawling to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when she came in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked her to go to toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she said no bluntly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stumped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i was gonna cry, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEEDED TO PEE IMMEDIATELY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we greeted her and she allowed Ee Voon and Azly to go to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only then that she told the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I will only allow you people to go to toilet after you have greeted me. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullshitttttttttttttttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pee means pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i had to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my thigh was trembling because i was crossing my legs as close as possible to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt talk much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Physics the relief teacher for Chemistry came in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we &lt;em&gt;GREETED HER FIRST&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i asked her for the pass to go to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school ends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unofficially though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we waited almost half an hour for Ms Zukhaira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She only came in at 3pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to do a math worksheet on circles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqid helped us do a few questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chatted with Zul just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me that his car is like a rat's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that Kak Fina and Bambang can make it this Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Fina you better ask your mom now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She may cancel it anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah Bambang, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go save up some cash!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-8841743385191177026?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8841743385191177026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=8841743385191177026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8841743385191177026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/8841743385191177026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_22.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se8vyV5iUQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/8lDm3XpHeDg/s72-c/dots.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7594473358524185080</id><published>2009-04-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:35:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMjv9-FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/DQdcsbdPvuE/s1600-h/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327134052329584722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMjv9-FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/DQdcsbdPvuE/s320/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After taking a bite in Ira's granola bar... How about Sharidah's bun? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMrXfNvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2VtP-489CVU/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327134054374389490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMrXfNvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2VtP-489CVU/s320/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *BLUR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMiKUIRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7wnjh47Rj1U/s1600-h/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327134051903217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMiKUIRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7wnjh47Rj1U/s320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsUF-ymI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EUHBYe0suzA/s1600-h/DSC00011+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133498371132002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsUF-ymI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EUHBYe0suzA/s320/DSC00011+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsApXCmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PThxTJtKWNg/s1600-h/DSC00008+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133493150812770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsApXCmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PThxTJtKWNg/s320/DSC00008+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Crick crick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsI64ebI/AAAAAAAAAfw/J0e_uAUsN3o/s1600-h/DSC00007+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133495371790770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsI64ebI/AAAAAAAAAfw/J0e_uAUsN3o/s320/DSC00007+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "REALLY? I KNOW! YEAH!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsCpQA7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/RNBoSrDAaUk/s1600-h/DSC00009+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133493687223218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3HsCpQA7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/RNBoSrDAaUk/s320/DSC00009+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its a granola bar&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3Hr1HWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/67htlcuU9ek/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133490055358386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3Hr1HWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/67htlcuU9ek/s320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHH. Im so tired. Mondays and Tuesdays are suchhhhhhh draggy days. But this week's Monday and Tuesday was fun. We had motivational workshops from 3pm to 6pm. On the first workshop i sabo-ed Niq! HAHAHAHA. She had to do a forfeit by posing with smiles and " V " fingers. BAHAHAHA I LAUGHED LIKE SHIT. Especially when &lt;em&gt;Chong Zhe&lt;/em&gt; did it. Then blablabla... Stories based on real life. Im telling you people eh Mondays and Tuesdays are &lt;em&gt;language-days&lt;/em&gt;. Malay, English and Literature. God. Okay im not going to post much cos its already like, 9.31pm now and i have to do my Geography homework which were given exactly 7 days ago. I was just lucky that they didnt decide to have Geog today due to the workshop. Or i'd have been beaten to a &lt;em&gt;pulp&lt;/em&gt; by Mr Mark's yelling. Aiyoyooooooooh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh and Firah Bee is going for an NCC camp tomorrow. :{ &lt;u&gt;BYE BEE I'LL MISS YOU&lt;/u&gt;. Enjoy! *Evil face* BYE~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7594473358524185080?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7594473358524185080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7594473358524185080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7594473358524185080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7594473358524185080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/d.html' title=':D!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Se3IMjv9-FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/DQdcsbdPvuE/s72-c/DSC00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-3554393300430788999</id><published>2009-04-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:42:45.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SesuQowYkiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ipcugcH8C_Y/s1600-h/panas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326401847648883234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SesuQowYkiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ipcugcH8C_Y/s320/panas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WAS THE WEEKEND SO HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Global warming is really scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;No seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.&lt;br /&gt;I slept my eyes off on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11.30am just to watch Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe.&lt;br /&gt;My mom cooked crabs.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate crabs.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i just love it.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it because it doesnt make me full,&lt;br /&gt;and i have to eat like, 3 [ plus minus ] of them to satisfy my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Love it because its SEAFOOD, helloooo?&lt;br /&gt;xD!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and my sisters,&lt;br /&gt;who comes here every two weeks,&lt;br /&gt;drank all of the 20+ bottles of choco/coffee/strawberry milk,&lt;br /&gt;and cleared the fridge of ALL DRINKABLE LIQUIDS.&lt;br /&gt;And my mom had to scream at us to refill the bottles.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo humid.&lt;br /&gt;I was and i am sweating like crazy even with the fan in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I only did my Math and Physics homework at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt do half the Math and 2 pages of the Physics, which was, SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah i should have done them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But im just too L-A-Z-Y.&lt;br /&gt;LAYZEE.&lt;br /&gt;I just sent Firah bee and Diyanah a picture of my sister.&lt;br /&gt;She wore this sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;And theres a pocong in the reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Btw pocong is a shrouded ghost.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the picture.&lt;br /&gt;SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;Blablablablablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Okay im going to try doing some Geography which i have no interest to complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-3554393300430788999?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3554393300430788999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=3554393300430788999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3554393300430788999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/3554393300430788999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot.html' title='HOT'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SesuQowYkiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ipcugcH8C_Y/s72-c/panas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-1085827474820160141</id><published>2009-04-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:33:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SehX5lIpn6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/rQGXeQQA_fo/s1600-h/DSC04589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325603206098165666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SehX5lIpn6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/rQGXeQQA_fo/s320/DSC04589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love chocolate biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was CEP day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sooooooooooooo fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to do this international friendship thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to make toys-on-stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its part of Vietnamese culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did it with plastecine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a fairy nurse with Nabilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Niq and Nazirah made some creature which looked like a big-boobed banshee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pontianak, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVED MY FAIRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that darned Mr Ari shook it like crazy till one of her legs came off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat shit, Mr A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it with lots of effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rewind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First 2 periods was ART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did sculpturing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The casting part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did it on our hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially mine was supposed to be a " \m/ " sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my fingers were so tired they went totally out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i did something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plaster stuck onto my skin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;including the tiny hairs on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i pulled it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" :OOOOO  OMGG ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brazilian[whatever] waxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so lucky i wasnt as hairy as Mr Siva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only did the top part of my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom part will be done next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANT WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Rifqi told us that our older art pieces were ruined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The asshole who ruined them splattered RED PAINT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the culprit was kind of obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were the owners of this flag, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which had ALOT of red on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they didnt even wash the used paint on the tiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Rifqi ripped the " Do not touch " paper in anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Aqid crumpled the flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;:{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could tear that flag into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so going to find those immatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-1085827474820160141?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1085827474820160141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=1085827474820160141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1085827474820160141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/1085827474820160141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-chocolate-biscuits.html' title=''/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SehX5lIpn6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/rQGXeQQA_fo/s72-c/DSC04589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-5251300809170555525</id><published>2009-04-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:20:05.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuSg2bs4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/A0zrHCn3uMU/s1600-h/Image508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501923793712002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuSg2bs4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/A0zrHCn3uMU/s320/Image508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niq's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuSsYjGkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/g5gVQpMtj2I/s1600-h/Image504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501926889593410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuSsYjGkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/g5gVQpMtj2I/s320/Image504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fave - Rifqi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuEVbSMVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6YarBOlfxoQ/s1600-h/Image500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501680208884050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuEVbSMVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6YarBOlfxoQ/s320/Image500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Norizan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuE8_GcOI/AAAAAAAAAew/rSgvb-z8K9M/s1600-h/Image503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501690828091618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuE8_GcOI/AAAAAAAAAew/rSgvb-z8K9M/s320/Image503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuEuwNa1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/gTNKkNS-wac/s1600-h/Image502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501687007538002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuEuwNa1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/gTNKkNS-wac/s320/Image502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TR's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuEmCY8qI/AAAAAAAAAeg/AnFXVru_JVw/s1600-h/Image501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501684667871906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuEmCY8qI/AAAAAAAAAeg/AnFXVru_JVw/s320/Image501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jas's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Booooooooohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those were the Mixed Media done by some of the art kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I officially suck at art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BADLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shouldnt have done that glitter thing with the hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One colour would have been nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rifqi said my art looked like POP ART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah pop art - a badly done one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Compare the other art pieces la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mine is the ugst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UGST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont like Mondays and Tuesdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These two days are the draggiest days of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel lazier than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was kind of stressed during Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant see the difference between those perpendicular reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq tried to explain to me but what she explained was what i already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Niq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant wait for Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-5251300809170555525?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5251300809170555525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=5251300809170555525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5251300809170555525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/5251300809170555525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-suck.html' title='i suck.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeRuSg2bs4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/A0zrHCn3uMU/s72-c/Image508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-981102632283821843</id><published>2009-04-08T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:49:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeCoCLzL32I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/uGFj5gTYx7Y/s1600-h/DSC04526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323439515032608610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeCoCLzL32I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/uGFj5gTYx7Y/s320/DSC04526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeCoB9WYeuI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kP6OnNeX-LY/s1600-h/DSC04533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323439511153703650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeCoB9WYeuI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kP6OnNeX-LY/s320/DSC04533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to Bugis to buy some tops.&lt;br /&gt;I bought like, 2 tops and a shawl there.&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;strong&gt;Firah bee&lt;/strong&gt; seh there.&lt;br /&gt;HI BEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;So paiseh when i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Then after 2 hours shopping for my stuff,&lt;br /&gt;my mum, uncle jamz and me went to Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jamz wanted jeans.&lt;br /&gt;So i sebok sebok ah.&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me jeans;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;And a pink-and-black tee that i &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I took size M.&lt;br /&gt;But when i tried it just now,&lt;br /&gt;it was huge!&lt;br /&gt;Well i couldnt have taken size SMALL right.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Babat kalau invisible takpe!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jamz bought a pair of jeans and 2 tops,&lt;br /&gt;i got 3 tops, a pair of jeans and a pair of loafers.&lt;br /&gt;The loafers were a little over budget.&lt;br /&gt;They cost $33.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for a 20 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i couldnt cos my feet is long.&lt;br /&gt;My size?&lt;br /&gt;A FUCKEN SIZE TEN!&lt;br /&gt;Ibu didnt get herself anything.&lt;br /&gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;Next month or something Uncle Jamz said we are going to go shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;But for ibu only.&lt;br /&gt;AWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA but the best part is that we get to &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; the clothes for her.&lt;br /&gt;Nyaahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;But my sisters will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;Little insects!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was looking through some movies that were coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i dont have much time.&lt;br /&gt;Dee already asked me out to watch Harry Potter 6 with herself and Niq.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if i can.&lt;br /&gt;Its still 3 months away?&lt;br /&gt;So i have alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;To do whatever it is that has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Im currently SMSing with Niq.&lt;br /&gt;Niq told me that she saw this "INN" or something which is called :&lt;br /&gt;Sheba Inn.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like my name?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know i have branches like&lt;br /&gt;- Sheer Romance [ lingerie shop ]&lt;br /&gt;- Sheba Inn&lt;br /&gt;XD!&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh, coooooooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;So Niq is pretending to be Steven Gerrard's wifey.&lt;br /&gt;And im pretending to be the receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;OF MY OWN SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;I offered her Spa, Manicure, Pedicure, Facial, Aromatherapy, Massage.&lt;br /&gt;Theres even a childcare in my INN.&lt;br /&gt;So Niq'll be dropping her kids at the childcare and herself and Stevie will be going on the 3-day package.&lt;br /&gt;*Totalling prices...*&lt;br /&gt;That'll be $12,300,&lt;br /&gt;toys and dinner for family included.&lt;br /&gt;Cheap or what.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite service is the aromatherapy.&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;em&gt;NEW&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Rose fragrance, raspberry fragrance, lavender fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;and also a new release from SHEER ROMANCE,&lt;br /&gt;SHEEFARTALICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;***THIS JUST IN*** :&lt;br /&gt;Niq ordered &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;condoms&lt;/span&gt; from SHEER ROMANCE!&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, its of the best quality.&lt;br /&gt;I love pretending~&lt;br /&gt;Bobal world?&lt;br /&gt;Biaseeee la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-981102632283821843?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/981102632283821843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=981102632283821843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/981102632283821843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/981102632283821843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-it.html' title='Love it.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SeCoCLzL32I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/uGFj5gTYx7Y/s72-c/DSC04526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2623850727452314273</id><published>2009-04-07T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:19:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHABLES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdtD8DAeEjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-N3SZ0Y_52o/s1600-h/07#"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321922083546862130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdtD8DAeEjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-N3SZ0Y_52o/s320/07%23" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdtD8DnlDrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_bd1DfJIUY8/s1600-h/07"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321922083710897842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdtD8DnlDrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_bd1DfJIUY8/s320/07" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slenger la the pics. Especially who? ME LA. STUPID ISIT!!!! Taken in 2007. ANCIENT MUCH? I hate these pics, but they make me laugh. Taken from Diyanah's blog, btw. LOL. If you dont know which one is me, look for the ugliest. HAHA. Okay bye~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2623850727452314273?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2623850727452314273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2623850727452314273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2623850727452314273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2623850727452314273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/laughables.html' title='LAUGHABLES!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdtD8DAeEjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-N3SZ0Y_52o/s72-c/07%23' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-872419688335733563</id><published>2009-04-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:04:11.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sds9MwVpjGI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dqpyVYswTlo/s1600-h/DSC04394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321914674011802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sds9MwVpjGI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dqpyVYswTlo/s320/DSC04394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si vous les gens avez des problèmes avec moi, le dire. Ne pas être de tels ***** lâches.  Moi  si malade et fatigué de la prétention POUR NE PAS SAVOIR que vous les gens parlez derrière mon dos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. This thing is giving me problems. i cant leave spaces. :{ Today i ran the Napha 2.4km run. Okay la eh. I wasnt good, but i wasnt bad too. I didnt stop one bit. XD! At the 5th round i was already coughing like crazy. And i felt like puking. Even if i did, it wouldnt bother me. Cause i was already at the last round. HHAHAHA. I ran super-slow. Yeah im a slow runner. And the stupid P.E shorts didnt help at all. It kept sliding up my legs, getting stuck in my middle. GRRRR. When reaching the finishing line, i sped up. Klaka ahh. Suddenly my legs were like bouncing up and down and i was running soooooo fast. Chey. Prasan. But Niq beat me. :{!!! I dont mind actually. LOL. After the run my stomach was aching like crazy. Not from the run. It was shit. Literally. So i held it in [eew.] till i got home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think im too nice. You think? I dont know. Today during Math, we had to go through this inequalities test paper. I got 18. LOL! Nothing to bangge. Then i saw a marking mistake. Ms Zukhaira gave me one extra mark. I told her abt it and she had to minus one mark from it. :{ Im nice, right? Well i was nice to myself anyway. Tak paham? Shoo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive been noticing that alot of people are trying oh-soooo-hard to be popular. By making friends with more popular people. WTH is that right? If you want to be popular, earn it. YOURSELF. Dont use your popular friends as a stepping stone. God, thats so lame. Ive also noticed that people talk behind people backs about something they are jealous about, of that person. MORE LAME. Right Niq? Right. If you are not happy about something about ME, tell me. Come on, im not going to punch your super beautiful face. Ew. Id rather touch shit than touching your face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-872419688335733563?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/872419688335733563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=872419688335733563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/872419688335733563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/872419688335733563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-face.html' title='shit face!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/Sds9MwVpjGI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dqpyVYswTlo/s72-c/DSC04394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-879468725586683460</id><published>2009-04-06T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:49:41.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss my azzz'/><title type='text'>STUBITCHES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdoRvQy3GlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Yftn44gmlkE/s1600-h/090331_151108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585413351479890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdoRvQy3GlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Yftn44gmlkE/s320/090331_151108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________________-&lt;br /&gt;PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to put this but,&lt;br /&gt;humans of the same kind always side with humans of the same kind.&lt;br /&gt;And this bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;White people are always on the white's side.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty people are always on the pretty people's side.&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the use of God creating different people,&lt;br /&gt;when everyone only wants to be in the same goddamn group?&lt;br /&gt;I call these people stubitches.&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Just now during Netball practice,&lt;br /&gt;i went to the canteen to get water.&lt;br /&gt;My back was facing a group of immatures.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 &lt;em&gt;kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was getting water,&lt;br /&gt;i heard a few of them say,&lt;br /&gt;"Yuuuyuuuuu..."&lt;br /&gt;super silently.&lt;br /&gt;Btw my jersey name is Yuyu.&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;why were they teasing my name?&lt;br /&gt;Not to be proud or something but,&lt;br /&gt;i know my pet name is cute.&lt;br /&gt;And i know you children have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;SO?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 already doesnt mean you can start teasing others la eh.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to disturb others,&lt;br /&gt;come to me and tease me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;I know why you guys tease.&lt;br /&gt;To show your "terror" side right.&lt;br /&gt;Whats so "terror" if youre a dumbass ugly creature?&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying myself as beautiful or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I know my limits okay.&lt;br /&gt;Im just disgusted by the kids in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nak step besar ade carenye ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont show all these crap in school,&lt;br /&gt;so why are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalau takmo blaja, dok diam diam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalau taknak dok diam diam, blaja, cibai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick and tired of this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why the school is so -toot- not to let us out for our 30 minutes break after assembly.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt even have our recess in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i didnt get to eat till i got home at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Which was 12 hours after i got out to school.&lt;br /&gt;No food for 12 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Pikir klaka pe.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, the speaker from ACRES was like talking to himself!&lt;br /&gt;Mumble mumble, think we can hear is it?&lt;br /&gt;GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;To me,&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes of rambling and nagging during each assembly is going to get anything into our heads.&lt;br /&gt;That will just make us more rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;And they blame us.&lt;br /&gt;-_-!&lt;br /&gt;AH PENAT AH.&lt;br /&gt;If i was talking shit here, im not sorry or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Cos this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;If it hurts any of you in some way,&lt;br /&gt;which i dont think is possible since i didnt mention names,&lt;br /&gt;GET OVER YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-879468725586683460?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/879468725586683460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=879468725586683460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/879468725586683460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/879468725586683460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/stubitches.html' title='STUBITCHES.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdoRvQy3GlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Yftn44gmlkE/s72-c/090331_151108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-116883022645660762</id><published>2009-04-05T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:24:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy-tizzy</title><content type='html'>Rifqi told me to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;So i did it.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Rifqi,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt answer much.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1~Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?-MY NECK HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;Q2~How do you feel when you woke up this morning?-Still tired.&lt;br /&gt;Q3~Who was the last person who you took photo with?-My mom i think.&lt;br /&gt;Q4~Would you consider to be spoiled?-No.&lt;br /&gt;Q5~Would you ever donate blood?-I dont like needles much.&lt;br /&gt;Q6~Have you have a good friend of an opposite sex?-I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Q7~Do you want someone dead?-Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;Q8~What does your last text msg say?-"LOL".&lt;br /&gt;Q9~What are you thinking of right now?-Any food in the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;Q10~Do you wish someone was with you right now?-No.&lt;br /&gt;Q11~When did you go to sleep last night?-1am.&lt;br /&gt;Q12~Where did you bought your t-shirt that you are wearing now ?-My singlet? From pasar. xD!&lt;br /&gt;Q13~Is someone in your mind right now ?-No.&lt;br /&gt;Q14~Who is the last person who texted you?-Niq.&lt;br /&gt;Q15~People tagged to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;1.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;2.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;3.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;4.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;5.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;6.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;7.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;8.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;9.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;10.)Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The rest of the questions are unanswerable]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-116883022645660762?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/116883022645660762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=116883022645660762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/116883022645660762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/116883022645660762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/quizzy-tizzy.html' title='Quizzy-tizzy'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7102984698953300531</id><published>2009-04-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:49:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBAMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdimnobI2-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5H0x7n1plPU/s1600-h/me+n+attiqah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321186159534595042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdimnobI2-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5H0x7n1plPU/s320/me+n+attiqah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;The other day Zul smsed me this crap.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What does Obama mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O : Originally&lt;br /&gt;B : Borned&lt;br /&gt;A : African to&lt;br /&gt;M : Manage&lt;br /&gt;A : Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Macam busted gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;African manage Americans.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do any of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Because the homework were Physics and Chem.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy uh.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do them later at night.&lt;br /&gt;Niq smsed me earlier that she got 5 days MC from sports.&lt;br /&gt;:{!&lt;br /&gt;But she'll be staying for netball.&lt;br /&gt;:{!&lt;br /&gt;Takde kawan?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say uh.&lt;br /&gt;I wokeup so late today.&lt;br /&gt;First at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Slept again.&lt;br /&gt;Then at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Slept.&lt;br /&gt;1pm -&gt; 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;My back was hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Im getting old.&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go out and get a new pair of specs because my current one is tight.&lt;br /&gt;And theres a strip of my fair skin on the side of my face.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been using this frames since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Karat pon ade seh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mom has her reasons for not buying me things that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Because she doesnt have any money.&lt;br /&gt;My maintenance money was not given too.&lt;br /&gt;For 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;And its not even that much.&lt;br /&gt;$180 per month.&lt;br /&gt;Is that alot to pay?&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you earn big bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;^%$#@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISS ME OFF BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to be patient but you know me,&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT SOMEONE WHO CAN WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-7102984698953300531?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7102984698953300531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7102984698953300531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7102984698953300531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7102984698953300531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='OBAMA.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdimnobI2-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5H0x7n1plPU/s72-c/me+n+attiqah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-313786014329273081</id><published>2009-04-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:26:13.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Im so BORED.&lt;br /&gt;I did this "quiz" that i got from Hamisha.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mrepek uh.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage -→ Milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call- → From ibu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last msn message- → "Why?".&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to- → Mother Mother - Tracy Bonham.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried- → Whenever i get bored and sentimental. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone twice- → Yes, when i was dumber.&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on?- → Yeah. I cheated him back. :}&lt;br /&gt;3. Lost someone special?- → Yup. :{&lt;br /&gt;4. Been depressed?- → No.&lt;br /&gt;5. Been drunk and threw up?- → I'd sure have thrown up in your face.&lt;br /&gt;6. LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:- Purple, Red, Grey, Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU :&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends- → YUP.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love- → Meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried- → Tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed you- → No.&lt;br /&gt;Found out who your true friends were- → I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you- → Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone on your friend's list -→ Ew.&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you know on your friends list?- → Why? -.-&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have -→ Er. One?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets- → Not fond of animals.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name- → No i loike it so much.&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for your last birthday- → Cried tears of joy? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today - 6.00am&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night-→ Walking home.&lt;br /&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for- → Bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw your father- → A few months back.&lt;br /&gt;One thing you wish you could change about your life- → Lose 10kg, whooo.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now- → I dont have to try - Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom- → Tom Robinson? No he's dead for almost a century.&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now?- → My bladder.&lt;br /&gt;Most visited webpage- → &lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/"&gt;www.y8.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your real name- → Whats yours? xD&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac animal- → DAWGGEH ; AQUARIUS.&lt;br /&gt;Elementary School- → Evergreen Pri.&lt;br /&gt;High School- → Fuchun Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color -→ Reddish + Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Long or short- → So long yet so short.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak?- → NO.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty- → Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames- → Yuyu, Shee. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Relationship Status- → Single.&lt;br /&gt;Male or female or transgendered- → Female &amp;amp; straight.&lt;br /&gt;Height- → 160cm.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?- → Dont know.&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about yourself?- → EVERYTHING. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;First best friend- → My bantal busuk, est : a month after my birth? Cantekkk.&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined- → Netball.&lt;br /&gt;First pet- → Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;First vacation-→ -_-&lt;br /&gt;First concert- → Singfest '08, omg.&lt;br /&gt;First crush- → Oreo Crush bubble tea. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;Eating- → Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking- → Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to- → Crack my knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for- → Someone to sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;Want kids?- → Cute ones like me.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?- → Yes, to my sweet-smelling pillow.&lt;br /&gt; Careers in mind?- → Not gonna wash anybody's ass, so i wanna be a Dj. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes- → Lips.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses- → Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller- → Taller.&lt;br /&gt;Older or Younger- → Younger? Nono, same age.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous- → Both plus intelligent. xD&lt;br /&gt;Nice stomach or nice arms- → I dont really mind? -_-&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive or loud- → Both.&lt;br /&gt;Hook-up or relationship- → Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble maker or hesitant-→ Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger- → Ew.&lt;br /&gt;Drank hard liquor- → No.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on first date -→ Aw, im underaged. :{&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart- → Yes - They deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;Had your own heart broken- → Yeah - When people take my food w/o permission, GRR.&lt;br /&gt;Turned someone down- → As in? Guys? Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died- → Who doesnt? Stupit.&lt;br /&gt;Liked a friend that is a girl?- → Im straight you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;Yourself- → I think.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles- → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight- → No such crap.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause -→ Cookies and milk are only for MOI, not some fat person.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date? -→ MIANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angels -→ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now?- → Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Who is it?- → Somebody you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend at one time? -→ Loyalty is one of my features.&lt;br /&gt;Posting this as 100 Truths? -→ This nonsense? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical?&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;But i just did it out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-313786014329273081?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/313786014329273081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=313786014329273081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/313786014329273081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/313786014329273081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-6007616651586622546</id><published>2009-04-03T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:41:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the lame one now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0a5hjO0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Wo2ikoFQ-bs/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320427277763427138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0a5hjO0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Wo2ikoFQ-bs/s320/DSC04475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0bGvy3mI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lV5w_OnPAJg/s1600-h/DSC04492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320427281312833122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0bGvy3mI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lV5w_OnPAJg/s320/DSC04492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0a1rjn3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/x2UmBmsi_OU/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320427276731654002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0a1rjn3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/x2UmBmsi_OU/s320/DSC04483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzj1PJgDI/AAAAAAAAAco/58kAmbyODnw/s1600-h/DSC04499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426331719696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzj1PJgDI/AAAAAAAAAco/58kAmbyODnw/s320/DSC04499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dig this shit! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjp73SuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/m7LRnvsczRA/s1600-h/DSC04494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426328686021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjp73SuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/m7LRnvsczRA/s320/DSC04494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No caption needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjgg9S3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/IVSdxOkIxYY/s1600-h/DSC04485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426326157249394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjgg9S3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/IVSdxOkIxYY/s320/DSC04485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a visitor. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjgdHXsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dwaRqHfCSBg/s1600-h/DSC04468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426326141132482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjgdHXsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dwaRqHfCSBg/s320/DSC04468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want my bubble tea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjgoMYeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jcm0OSxrIKk/s1600-h/DSC04467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426326187598306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdXzjgoMYeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jcm0OSxrIKk/s320/DSC04467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bimbo bestie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The title cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just now in school, Niq and i were making our way back to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there was this sec 2 boy who was teasing his friend[s].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"LAME LAME LAMEEEEE!~",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and making this stupid face and prancing, showing his "L" signs with his fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We looked at him with blank faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Who's the lame one now?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus her super blank face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was laughing my head off like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I seriously cant stand it when she does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So FANIIIII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, here i go again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*SUCKS AIR IN...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*EXHALES...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok merey much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to tell everyone what i did and what happened to me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of days back i tried to mimick advertising voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like those on radios, tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i can go really low uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Biase lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*FLUTTERS EYELIDS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Niq laughed at my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause its so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday after netball my mom and Uncle Jamz fetched me from CWP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went home and bathed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEPARATELY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I put on my skirt and top as fast as i could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to my mom's office to put some things there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scary uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[See pic]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then went to 2 houses to deliver stuff and by 11pm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to eat kambing brain soup at Adams rd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but instead we went to West Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But they didnt have brain soup there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause it was soooooo late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got mee goreng merah and ibu got mutton chop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The mutton chop sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They used too much spice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BLEAGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached home at 00:06am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was walking like a drunkard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too sleepy plus grumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went home and ironed uniform QUICKLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Changed into PJs and slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt even bother to shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a cold night anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then this morning i woke up late - as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was supposed to get out of the house by 6.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or i'll be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt know what or how i did it but i managed to get ready before 6.40am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TAK BUSUK OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH I ALMOST FORGOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday i volunteered to be buddy readers to P6 kids next door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuchun Primary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq and i were like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Theyre P6 and they cant read?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to buddy read with 3 kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They were sooooo cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not nakal, just super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But they were shy to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its ok, it takes time to get used to talking to someone comfortably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told them to read me 3 passages each, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then i told them to ask me anything - words they didnt know, blabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HAD A HARD TIME EXPLAINING HAHAHHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was worried they couldnt understand my explanation, cause i was using "big" words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i tend to say things in malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw 2 of them are Malay, one girl and one boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and another boy was a Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then when there was 15 minuted left, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i did 2 picture discussion practices with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They were kinda weak mainly because they didnt know how to say things in proper English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i had to guide them and ask questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, i gave them tips and sentence starters they could use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"This is a scene in an MRT train...",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"In my opinion, he should not be doing that because...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also told them that they should ask their teachers to teach them phonics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so suprised when they told me they didnt know what phonics are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learnt phonics in Primary 1 -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, phonics makes pronouncing English easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that buddy-ing, Niq told me about her students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chey Students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway she told me that one of them was a P6 repeat, and she had attitude problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And also is lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can anyone be lazy to speak English?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its supposed to be world language or something right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And she was wishing that were could be in the same group as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause we were both uncomfy to joke with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like paiseh right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway yesterday we had a shortage of buddy tutors, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i think we will be in the same group next two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Initially there was like, more than 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But only 8 managed to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Schedules tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok reading my reader's Digest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tooooooooooooooooooooooooooodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-6007616651586622546?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6007616651586622546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=6007616651586622546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6007616651586622546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/6007616651586622546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/whos-lame-one-now.html' title='Who&apos;s the lame one now?'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdX0a5hjO0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Wo2ikoFQ-bs/s72-c/DSC04475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-2965361333750949015</id><published>2009-04-01T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:03:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't stand to look at your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdM0VVNEkaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JByPB-13saw/s1600-h/DSC04371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319653125928554914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdM0VVNEkaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JByPB-13saw/s320/DSC04371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture says it all?&lt;br /&gt;IM SO TIRED &amp;amp; SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday i was waking up late and i was super tired by the time its 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;This morning Uncle Jamz April-fooled me.&lt;br /&gt;He smsed me, saying hes outside, and he asked me to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;I replied him saying im not dressed yet, so wait.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom and she was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Where is he?".&lt;br /&gt;She even opened the door and looked for him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to call Uncle Jamz but i didnt because i was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I had no mood to do work in school and i kept putting my head on the table and resting.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;i never had mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;Until today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly had mood to do Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and im in a different Geog class.&lt;br /&gt;No more Niq.&lt;br /&gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;I had to move to 3E3 class.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mark couldnt make it to class and we had to do workbook exercises.&lt;br /&gt;Pg 63-70 okay.&lt;br /&gt;In that 1 hour,&lt;br /&gt;i only managed to do page 63 to 65.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt breathe, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;And no offence but,&lt;br /&gt;that class[3E3] stinks.&lt;br /&gt;LITERALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus it was hot and stuffy there,&lt;br /&gt;that when we were dismissed,&lt;br /&gt;i took a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;"FRESH AIR! FRESH AIR!".&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;During recess Sharidah gave me and Niq garlic bread.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;And Niq was sqealing with &lt;em&gt;excitement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one piece only.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Just now during Physics,&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Siti told us to do some demonstration of forces.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt pay much attention.&lt;br /&gt;And when she lifted her arm up...&lt;br /&gt;We saw her "trademark".&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Ketiak basah kepe.&lt;br /&gt;xD!&lt;br /&gt;Ya i know pit sweats are natural and everyone has it,&lt;br /&gt;but dont show your pits to people on a hot day la.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Marjubee told us that there was a Midsummer's Night Dream play.&lt;br /&gt;When she told the whole class, she put her arm around me.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like,&lt;br /&gt;"O.O?"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its like a show.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that book.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we had to do that book for Literature in Term 2.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;They use OLD ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT LIKE IT I DONT LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand them.&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe Niq likes that book.&lt;br /&gt;*shocked look*&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Marjubee said that it will be held in Victoria place.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know where.&lt;br /&gt;And it costs $20.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;Im not loaded ok.&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;Mondays and Tuesdays are booooooooooooooooooring.&lt;br /&gt;:}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-2965361333750949015?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2965361333750949015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=2965361333750949015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2965361333750949015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/2965361333750949015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-stand-to-look-at-your-face.html' title='can&apos;t stand to look at your face'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdM0VVNEkaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JByPB-13saw/s72-c/DSC04371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-7625912457745181959</id><published>2009-03-31T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:48:06.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZsWl-7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/PLUdC6kySPM/s1600-h/090331_150921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319316750303886258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZsWl-7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/PLUdC6kySPM/s320/090331_150921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's the "&lt;em&gt;drug&lt;/em&gt;" that gets Niq all excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZjTHlrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DM3801QWP1Y/s1600-h/090331_151108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319316747873392306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZjTHlrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DM3801QWP1Y/s320/090331_151108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhored on Niq's hp while she does her math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZn6aPPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LvuF2xEmFB4/s1600-h/090331_151628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319316749111934194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZn6aPPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LvuF2xEmFB4/s320/090331_151628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhored further. &lt;em&gt;True To Self?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning it was hell to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My alarm was set at 4.15am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually woke up at 5.30am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tossed and turned, trying to get somemore sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taking too much time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bangon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was shivering as i bathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The water was so cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not to mention icy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached the interchange earlier than Niq,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she was buying me my two packets of  CHOCO MINTS~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whooooooooh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached school and went to class because nobody was seating in the parade square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was an announcement telling us to go down for assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had to bring our &lt;em&gt;super light&lt;/em&gt; bags down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pagi-pagi sudah bahang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school Niq and I went to KFC to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was so little people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lower secondary peepos had online learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So only the seniors were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before school ended we were told that Geography and Math were cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt know we could cancel classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our classes does not end until 3.45pm today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And theyre not tutorials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HABBBBBUHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY NO CLASSES~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq and i had to wait from 2.15pm to 3.30pm for our field events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shotput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I SUCKED, LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My distances were like, ranging between 4m-5m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the record was 7m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq did way better because she was stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna go again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its sooo fun throwing a big heavy ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nat was there, campleader thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And she laughed at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" Sheera?... ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shocked that i couldnt throw a decent distance i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after that Niq and I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we were honked by an unreasonable taxi driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was driving so fast on the parade square,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Niq and i saw his taxi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so we were trying to make our way as fast as possible across the stretch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he honked at us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The stretch of road was big enough for 3 taxis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and he didnt make use of the rest of the space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buat besar-besar buatpe? Funfair? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I gave the driver a "how-dumb-can-you-be?" kind of look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he stared at me like how a bimbo guy would look at someone he didnt know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"DUHHHH...?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was having a bad stomach ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nak beraknye pasal la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I held my shit in since morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because i didnt want to shit in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They dont even have soap for hand washing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ape lagi untok cebok kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i was in the bus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realised today was my bad hair day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My fringe was folded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Theres a dent-thingy in my fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to clipping them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to keep combing my fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i didnt even have a comb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i had to borrow from Nazirah, Norizan and Baseera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH I JUST REMEMBERED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq was so mad during Malay just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was looking for these 2 words and she looked them up in 3 SUPER SIMILAR DICTIONARIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Common sense, everything there was the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In her 4th dictionary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she finally could find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was half crying-half laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was "LUL-ing" beside her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i need to comment on Yusri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even though he doesnt read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You dropped my pencil case then you laugh at me for bringing minyak angin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The axe medicated oil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i didnt bring that oil, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the whole class would have stinked with my farts ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Call me old fashion or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8062051972001032104-7625912457745181959?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7625912457745181959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=7625912457745181959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7625912457745181959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/7625912457745181959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdICZsWl-7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/PLUdC6kySPM/s72-c/090331_150921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062051972001032104.post-4845592261545970655</id><published>2009-03-30T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:32:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i wanted to listen to an asshole, i'd fart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC30KbSumI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WbMgakziWmM/s1600-h/DSC04462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318953266704464482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC30KbSumI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WbMgakziWmM/s320/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Khairunah&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC30FCs41I/AAAAAAAAAbY/pBxf_Sqet7M/s1600-h/DSC04461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318953265259144018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC30FCs41I/AAAAAAAAAbY/pBxf_Sqet7M/s320/DSC04461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niq &amp;amp; Khairunah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC3yRic0eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UspE065FfTw/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318953234253795810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC3yRic0eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UspE065FfTw/s320/DSC04455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fat legs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27aINeXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FXUiwGFpI7Y/s1600-h/DSC04454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318952291666852210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27aINeXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FXUiwGFpI7Y/s320/DSC04454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baseera&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27ROZDFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8FzQdBwLx_Y/s1600-h/DSC04453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318952289276857426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27ROZDFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/8FzQdBwLx_Y/s320/DSC04453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Im biting my ice la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27QspOAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oZm5NEXk3CE/s1600-h/DSC04452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318952289135310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27QspOAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oZm5NEXk3CE/s320/DSC04452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niq steam. Getting high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27M-OU8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/VmOzYyCx6bo/s1600-h/DSC04449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318952288135304130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC27M-OU8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/VmOzYyCx6bo/s320/DSC04449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zie, Vice captain&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YIP YIP, YOORAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not leaving spaces again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took these pictures during netball &lt;em&gt;breaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Netball was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We played games all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No lower secs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Marjubee main GD rabuckkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then during this break, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niq was walking away from where i was seating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then suddenly Zie whispered to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Sheera! Sheera! Look at Niq!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i looked and her FBT shorts was stuck in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Terselit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zie suke seh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We played games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ALOTTTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fater netball Niq and I went to CWP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was going to meet my mom and Niq was going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blablablablablabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought some groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought KFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle Jamz sent me home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu and him went to look for handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His hp is malfunctioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just now at the bustop outside school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw this baby boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with a pacifier in his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I teased him la,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;waved at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then he looked at me with expressionless face and sucked his pacifier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muke kesian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt like biting his fat cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:B!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I havent mandi seh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its 8.30pm now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spongebob show just ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna poop, and then bathe, do ENGLISH, iron clothes, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love telling people what im going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8062051972001032104-4845592261545970655?l=sheeralogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4845592261545970655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8062051972001032104&amp;postID=4845592261545970655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4845592261545970655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8062051972001032104/posts/default/4845592261545970655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheeralogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-wanted-to-listen-to-asshole-id.html' title='If i wanted to listen to an asshole, i&apos;d fart!'/><author><name>SHEERA.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yi7OOxGVuBc/SdC30KbSumI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WbMgakziWmM/s72-c/DSC04462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
