<?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-18995987</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:35:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HID!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1120404037031468710</id><published>2012-02-10T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:35:24.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy.</title><content type='html'>I know that this is not a good time for me to blog but seriously, I need to get it off me once again. I can't believe that all this while I'm such a stupid girl. Thinking about it, makes me feel damn disgusted with myself. How come I wasn't told about it? And because of that, I really hated myself and him for that very facts. He should come clean with me instead of hiding it. I know that my reactions are really priceless but seriously, do I deserve this? Please, get loss from my life and never come back. If you see me as a friend, then you shouldn't be doing this to me.  Oh well, after all, a boy and a girl couldn't be friends. I'm deeply hurt, thanks to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1120404037031468710?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1120404037031468710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1120404037031468710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1120404037031468710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1120404037031468710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/crazy.html' title='Crazy.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3174071217816352582</id><published>2012-02-09T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:50:33.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky.</title><content type='html'>I guess that Lady Luck has been kind to me and show me her great kindness for two straight days in a row. It's been a while since I last saw him due to our great differences in our timetable- I've lesson every single day in school while he, few times a week since he's repeating two modules- and there he was, right in front of me just now. The feeling was oh-so magical! I know that whatever I just said is totally against my New Year's Resolution but yeah, I just couldn't help it especially when he is right there; I just go gaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why must he appear when I'm not the prettiest? Okay, I sounded so vain but seriously, he just appear unexpectedly and gave me the biggest shock in my life- pleasant surprise that could last me a day to bask myself in with the good feelings. Why, oh why must I fumble in front of him? Today was an exception because I woke up at three in the morning and I was going crazy over GMDSS when he approached me. That's just excuses Hidayah, excuses! I talked as though we got the chance to meet or sorts like that with one another when both of us are going separate ways once we're done with the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories though. You do really brighten up my day! I've went through a lot recently and your presence was the greatest gift ever from you to me and for me, myself- it's something like an early Valentine's Day gift which I couldn't ask for more. As for the other him, lead your own life. I may appear to be totally nonchalant and mean to you but please bear with me for some time till the feeling really die off. Bet that you could sense the different-ness in me since we were once so close. Keep those words to yourself because I'm not interested to hear anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3174071217816352582?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3174071217816352582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3174071217816352582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3174071217816352582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3174071217816352582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/lucky.html' title='Lucky.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6205704556105163266</id><published>2012-02-08T17:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:23:04.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO OVER YOU! I'M SO, SO, SO OVER YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I'm setting you free. I won't look back and start regretting the things that I should have done because that was like so last summer. In fact, I've tried my best and dropped you hints several times but you didn't seemed to get it and even waited for you to make the moves. I even let it out once but I don't get anything from you. My sincere apologies that I didn't know that you were attached back then till like recently which makes me feel really stupid. After all, it has been me all this while. Whatever you do is none of my business anymore. Hope in you burn in hell even though I wish you well. However, I do hope that you'll be kind enough to fulfil me one wish: don't you ever come so close to me because one, i break easily and two, I fall in love easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6205704556105163266?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6205704556105163266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6205704556105163266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6205704556105163266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6205704556105163266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/over.html' title='Over.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4626706330867670083</id><published>2012-02-06T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:08:53.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of time! Exams going to start next Monday onwards and here I am, freaking out more than ever when I'm more or less prepared for my the most important paper of all, GMDSS. I got to thank myself for being so ever attentive throughout his lesson that I found it's a breeze actually. I've been doing fine all along but just that the thought of needing to get at least 70% in total kills me. Maybe I'm freaking out because I don't know what else to study for the paper. It's a 30 minutes paper with 15 MCQ and 4 short essays on top of practical and oral- how hard can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a long day so I guess that I should rest for the day and go all out for Tanker Fam notes tomorrow since I got such a long break and I haven't start anything on it yet. Hopefully, I can finish everything before I leave school- that should be the case as I've got other things to worry on the other hand provided that there won't be much disturbance. I'm not a genius so please stop disturbing me when I'm struggling to keep myself afloat. Then Wednesday I could really use the time to finish up everything where Thursday, full force. That's the spirit Hidayah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hell of a week for me recently and as days passes by, it seems that my burden is being lifted of by an angel, slowly. It feels real good and I could breathe and sleep better. I thought that this dark days are going to be with more for such a long time but I am wrong. After all, I've made up my mind and weather through the storm that I could see and taste the sunshine now. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-4626706330867670083?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4626706330867670083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4626706330867670083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4626706330867670083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4626706330867670083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7859417986197759542</id><published>2012-02-03T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T23:43:16.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage.</title><content type='html'>There'll be a point of time where you'll grow sick of that someone and whatever that someone does just disgust you. What a major turn-off! Okay, I guess that I've carry things too far now. But hey, this method seems to be working for me. As long as I can get it off me, I'm very much happy and proud of myself. Out of sight, out of mind- I totally can't be bothered with it anymore. I should at the same time mind my attitude and behaviour not to make it too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girls, if you do happen to drop-by my blog to see whether it's alive and are reading this (and the older post later) right now, I'll appreciate it if you pretend that nothing happened. This is for the very fact that I don't know how to face you girls and tell what's happening because you know that I suck at this. Let this blog be a source of a medium for us to keep in touch with one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7859417986197759542?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7859417986197759542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7859417986197759542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7859417986197759542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7859417986197759542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/rage.html' title='Rage.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-442329934449421966</id><published>2012-02-02T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:38:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overthinking.</title><content type='html'>I can't help but to feel disappointed at times- me and disappointment are synonyms. I guess that I'm over reliance on someone that I actually forget how it feels to stand on my own feet. I'm so ashamed of myself. Yeah, my heart do ache but it definitely feels better than yesterday and the days before. Maybe because I've come to my senses, slowly accepting the hard fact. Avoidance isn't going to help you solve the problem but instead you got to come face-to-face with your own fear and that's how you'll get up so much stronger than before. I do hope that within one of these days I can stand up tall and screamed my lungs out that I'm so over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stares, the look in his eyes- what was that supposed to mean? It felt as though he's trying to reach out to me. My heart could sense it but I chose to look away to save me from more misery which could drag me back down to that pitiful, pathetic state. Or maybe, just maybe, he's staring into empty spaces? I know that I shouldn't be overthinking but that's another mystery I've to unfold if I decided to solve it. No, I'm not going to pursue this matter; I've been dragging my feet to end this matter for such a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, the ice princess is going to unleash the melting effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-442329934449421966?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/442329934449421966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=442329934449421966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/442329934449421966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/442329934449421966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/overthinking.html' title='Overthinking.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3537835397267176396</id><published>2012-02-01T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:39:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liveless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. I am in need of a good rest if it is possible. Many things had happened recently and I started to feel completely drained out- both mentally and physically- when I could actually count with my fingers and toes how many days I'm left till my exams which I'm not prepared for. My focus has been shifted. I've been going out for a run lately knowing that it will do me more harm than good. I have to because if not, I'm afraid that I might just explode or die from bottling up my feelings. It's through running that I feel free from anything and everything for once; I don't feel anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I'm going to be alright but it's just a lie. I'm sick of putting on a brave front when I know that deep down inside, I'm crumbling into pieces. And because of which, I decided to blog about my feelings. I know that this post comes as a shock to you but please, allow me to be myself. The dearest ice princess or snow queen is melting because of the heat of the Sun is excrutiating hot. The heat proves to be too much for her to handle. She's pretty much disgusted, angry and ashamed of herself that she couldn't take it anymore and everything seemed to be crystal clear now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like being hit by a bullet, I couldn't make sense of anything. In this bruised chest, my memories are overflowing. Even though I tried to hold onto them, even if I blocked my chest, they all slipped though my fingers. I don't think it will hurt even if my heart stops just like this. Please do something; give me some treatment. If I keep going like this, all I will get is a broken heart. Soon, without me even realizing, tears streamed down my face. I don't want to be like this. My heart hurts so much. It hurts so much- that's weird because I can still live. How can I forget you? I don't know how to do such things. I don't know. My heart is awake and I can't put it to sleep. All it does is hurt me so much that I feel like dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3537835397267176396?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3537835397267176396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3537835397267176396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3537835397267176396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3537835397267176396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2012/02/liveless.html' title='Liveless.'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-5159595809108942780</id><published>2011-08-30T23:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:53:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHRMZB!</title><content type='html'>I would like to share a poem which I spontaneously created yesterday to wish my friend for today's festivity. Well, I have no idea how it would become a poem but one thing for sure, I've decided to be more creative. I mean, I can send the message saying "Selamat Hari Raya" but doesn't it sounds normal? Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just last year when we were onboard petang-petang raye.&lt;br /&gt;But this time round, kite dapat raye.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, besok raye.&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounded lame but how was it? I kind of like it (: Anyway, I received an e-mail from someone far, far away from land. I think I just make it kind of obvious. The e-mail was kind of unexpected! It's like out of so many peeps around, I'm the lucky one to receive it. I mean what's that person MO though I know why and it got me thinking. However, it was a pleasant surprise indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-5159595809108942780?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/5159595809108942780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=5159595809108942780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5159595809108942780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5159595809108942780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2011/08/shrmzb.html' title='SHRMZB!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3051741040982243304</id><published>2011-08-23T14:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:28:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>A month has passed and here I am, typing my very first blog entry since I came back from sailing. Only God knows how much I miss sailing! Oh well, I miss being out there at the open sea where I was accompanied by the sun, stars, moon and the big fluffy clouds which reminds me of candy floss all the time. Every now and then, the frequent sight of dolphins and shooting stars which made my day, bad weather and of course, the never ending and thankless work! Not every day is the same onboard and not every situation is the same. I know what I have learnt and experience onboard is incomparable to the rest of my friends so I shouldn't compare mine with theirs- thinking about it just eats me up. On the lighter note, I still have a month and a half to redeem myself plus completing my correspondence course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya is just around the corner and my room is still in a mess. To top it off, I still have yet to unpack my luggage. I have no idea when I want to start cleaning and clearing things up. One word: soon. Or shall I replace it with procrastination instead? Well, it just me to start the spring cleaning few days or even hours just before Hari Raya or it won't be Hari Raya to me. Plus, Fatihah, Jannah and Hairie are more excited for the Redang trip on September 20th than Hari Raya which falls on 30th August. Of course I am excited for the trip as well but not as excited as them, haha! I'm more excited to spend my money on clothes- my sincere apologies to my bank balance- which brought me to my next talking point: shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I've been away for too long; too long that it took me some time to adjust myself back to civilization that I felt queasy with crowds. I don't really enjoy shopping but I sure do enjoy window blogshopping and/or blogshopping for the very fact that it could be done at the comfort of my home and having a debit MasterCard is totally helping. I know how to control my spending by buying what I need and not want and so it won't pose any problem to me plus I'm going to do my financial planning later tonight. I hope whatever amount I set aside will tide me down till school starts as I am now jobless and not working, LOLXD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Marine Engineer, Navigational Officer, Trained Lifeguard, Electrical Engineer, Radio Officer, Medical Advisor, Firefighter, a Lifesaver, a Leader and a Mariner.&lt;br /&gt;The workplace rated among the Top 3 Most Hazardous Places to Work.&lt;br /&gt;No fixed working hours, no holidays, always at the mercy of nature, a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;No margin of error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you can handle the pressure?&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THE BEST MAN GO TO SEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A TRIBUTE TO ALL SEAFARERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3051741040982243304?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3051741040982243304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3051741040982243304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3051741040982243304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3051741040982243304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3128501646244452220</id><published>2011-04-09T16:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:03:50.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get It Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What have I done? &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could run away from this ship going under &lt;br /&gt;Just trying to help out, hurt everyone else &lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough &lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow &lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right &lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I start again with my faith shaken? &lt;br /&gt;Because I can't go back and endure this &lt;br /&gt;I just have to stay and face my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;But if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when you're good isn't good enough? &lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down? &lt;br /&gt;Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow &lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air &lt;br /&gt;And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I'll send down a wish and I'll send up a prayer &lt;br /&gt;And finally someone will see how much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when you're good isn't good enough? &lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;My best intentions keep making a mess of things &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow &lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right? &lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3128501646244452220?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3128501646244452220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3128501646244452220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3128501646244452220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3128501646244452220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-it-right.html' title='Get It Right!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2526074241638204432</id><published>2011-02-13T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:21:34.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Feb 2011!</title><content type='html'>Three weeks has passed and here I am back in Singapore, calling port at Tanjong Pagar Terminal which is my vessel's second berthing. No one likes shifting because it is taxing but this time round, the shifting seemed so fast; probably because I had a very good time enjoying my lunch in Officer's Mess Room for the very first time on a Sunday afternoon. The sailing time is confirmed at 2100 hrs tonight and my vessel will be bound to Jakarta as per it's weekly service schedule. Despite feeling much exhausted and sleep-deprived, I tried my best to keep this blog updated and alive. It is a norm to go sleepless while calling port in Singapore especially when you're a Singaporean as you have the tendency to go out for a shore leave. Whatever the case is, my mind is set on the sailing time because once the vessel runs full away, I can finally have my well deserved rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely a month here and there's news about crew transfer that will take effect pretty soon even though the office has not officially release the news yet or give us much details but it is confirmed. Well, is it a good thing or a bad thing? I took it very negatively when I first heard the news last week while calling port in Pasir Panjang Terminal, Singapore. My heart sank deeper than the depth of HMS Titanic. But after hearing other's thoughts and clear my thoughts that was running amok, crew transfer doesn't sound that bad after all. It won't affect my plan a bit for my last six months onboard as long as I know what to do, stay focus and be discipline, I will be on course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be Valentine's Day tomorrow and I guess that it would be just any other normal day as I don't celebrate it anyway. Well I did, with my girlfriends that is. However, I will be celebrating it tomorrow alone for the first time away from my friends. It's going to be perfectly fine as I know that I'm loved by someone out there in this world. I know this might sound insane for you but I bought a box of KitKat Valentine's Day edition for myself while I was out in Jakarta last Thurday. I couldn't help myself but to get one for myself as I found the packaging was nicely done. I'm not sure whether there will be the same product in Singapore so I just got to lay my hand on it. If possible, I would take photos of it and post in on my Facebook account for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bask myself outdoor, tomorrow night listening to some nice music on my mobile phone while reading the magazines that I've just bought this morning, underneath the night sky accompanied by the bright moonlight and the twinkling stars with the wind rushes through me at my escapade onboard M.V. Kota Harta- it's a date!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2526074241638204432?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2526074241638204432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2526074241638204432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2526074241638204432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2526074241638204432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2011/02/13-feb-2011.html' title='13 Feb 2011!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8914333902832923873</id><published>2011-01-01T14:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:48:27.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-1-11!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to kick start my new year on the right note so that I'd have a great year ahead by posting an ever interesting article that caught my eye. For all the readers out there, especially to those Leo, happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Year 2011 Overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the year of expanding your mental and physical horizons, Leo. &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;Expect loads of travel and awesome adventure in 2011, especially between March and June&lt;/span&gt; when a barrage of planets enter fellow fire sign, Aries, sparking your sector of foreign travel and higher education. &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;You'll be pondering some of the deeper existential questions like the meaning of life, who you are and why you're here on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing is taken for granted, as life becomes one giant college campus dishing out one lesson after another. An overwhelming desire to see the world, experiment with new philosophies and indulge in scholarly pursuits become potent themes for the course of this dynamic New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental pursuits of all stripe dominant your time and attention for another year as Saturn continues his residence in your communication sector. Finding your true voice becomes a spiritual practice. Expressing yourself through carefully cultivated word choice proves especially rewarding. If you've ever wanted to write a book, learn a new language, go back to school or take up some radical new course of study, &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;2011 is your year to take the risk and make your literary dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto continues working you to the bone in 2011 through the extended transit in your work and health sector. You're beginning to actually get accustomed to the emotional gutting as the Lord of the Underworld dredges up each and every repressed emotional issue you've ever had with authority figures. &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;You're coming into your own power the hard way&lt;/span&gt; -- but this is the kind of self-possession and confidence that becomes an integral part of your being &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;and thus can never be taken from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Year 2011 Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the big time Leo as the almighty luck of generous Jupiter showers you with ridiculously glamorous and lucrative opportunities. &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;Starting in June, Jupiter enters the money sign, Taurus and lights up the tip-top of your horoscope for the second half of the year.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing is better for self-confidence, money and worldly status. And we're not talking chump change either Lion, we're talking the kind of cash flow with the power to take you out of debt and way beyond the dreaded status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investing in travel and furthering your education are possible ways to expand your professional portfolio for the first half of 2011. With an impressive infusion of planets firing up your travel and education sector this spring, your restless instincts come in handy. Ingenuity, risk-taking and new approaches to work and career are all celebrated career themes in 2011. Sitting back doing nothing or attempting to follow the old course of action will get you nowhere fast. If you're ready to exceed your current plateau, take the plunge. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;Venus brings her yearly monetary gifts in late July early August this year.&lt;/span&gt; Autumn is your busiest work period when Mars, the planet of action and aggression powers through the Leo stars. You'll have no problem going after what you want with total finesse, charming the socks off everyone you meet. You'll have the energy and ambition required to get things done so use this high-energy time to make it all happen. When Neptune enters your financial resources sector between April and August, imaginative thinking and glamorous pursuits open untapped money channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Year 2011 Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saturn, the karmic taskmaster continues his tutelage in the realm of relationships for the entire year. Expect more testing on the self-love scales as you're called to evaluate which relationships pan out in a close to equal give and take ratio and which completely suck you dry. Any and all ties that waste your time and cut into self-esteem must be severed. It's high time you know your value Leo: no more settling, and definitely no more desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll no longer be able to give yourself short shrift or buy into co-dependent dynamics that put your needs on an eternal backburner. &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;You're learning the hard way how to love yourself the way you want and deserve to be loved.&lt;/span&gt; Relationships must honor, dignify and respect your noble qualities to pass Saturn's stringent litmus test. &lt;span style="background-color:#F6E2E2"&gt;But the good news is that you're learning to stand up and voice your romantic needs. No longer will you fall prey to the trap of giving in hopes of getting -- and that makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and love abound just in time to make it one glorious summer to remember. Venus, the goddess of beauty of love will grace your regal constellation. Book special beauty treatments, give yourself plenty of playtime and vamp up your online profile because mating season will have officially begin. And just as things start to get interesting Mars joins the romantic cause. The libidinal planet brings sexy back in October and November.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sources from:&lt;br /&gt;Year 2011 Overview: &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/leo/yearly-overview/20110101/"&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/leo/yearly-overview/20110101/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2011 Career: &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/leo/yearly-career/20110101/;_ylt=AlEIvO4T6ADmPTMQFUZkWOlebqU5"&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/leo/yearly-career/20110101/;_ylt=AlEIvO4T6ADmPTMQFUZkWOlebqU5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2011 Romantic: &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/leo/yearly-love/20110101/;_ylt=ApkqsLnFmJO36yg1QZXD2IRebqU5"&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/leo/yearly-love/20110101/;_ylt=ApkqsLnFmJO36yg1QZXD2IRebqU5&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/18995987-8914333902832923873?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8914333902832923873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8914333902832923873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8914333902832923873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8914333902832923873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-1-11.html' title='1-1-11!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2404175629784424235</id><published>2010-12-19T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:07:17.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently I'm doing research on eczema and ring worm. I just hope that I suffer from nothing more than a mere skin rashes and the antibotic would do the trick. It's been days now- since the cream doesn't work, i'd be heading down to the clinic tomorrow. Isn't that what is written on every medication, "If your pain did not subside, consult doctor immediately."  I even joked that I still haven't acclimatized myself with Singapore's hot and humid weather despite it is now a rainy season, haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied my mum and dad to Johor today. We left house at 8am and we came back at 8pm. Cool or what huh? Drove in and out of Singapore via Tuas Checkpoint which is apparently further but smoother in terms of traffic-wise. We were caught in the jam at the Malaysia's side- only 500m away from the immigration you know and it lasted for about an hour; not bad hor. Just that a little bit annoyed by my mum who kept on making noises about those inconsiderate yet reckless drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to quite a number of places just now, new places. And I'm so going to Aeon Bukit Indah this mid-week, haha (: But then, my dad don't want to drive eh. I'm like trying to plant an idea to drive. Because if we were to go from Larkin to all the way there very far you know unless we have a straight bus that can drop us there. Weekday traffic should be okay hor? So dad, all the more you should drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah this week got no plan other than going out with my family for shopping (yet again, i know) and meeting up with Dora. Hopefully next week got no more plan so that I can just sit at home and do nothing but not harbouring those negative thoughts again le. I sounded so scary huh- oh well, i can be scary at times. Taunting! Just be at home and try not to go out if my new found mission so that I can save more money because I almost hit the capped that I've set for my bank balance. Not forgetting my food marathon that is to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We were just talking about it just now. Is it telepathy or pure coincidence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2404175629784424235?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2404175629784424235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2404175629784424235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2404175629784424235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2404175629784424235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/12/currently-im-doing-research-on-eczema.html' title=''/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-9211486196103203935</id><published>2010-12-18T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:28:17.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks has passed and here i am, blogging for the first time ever since I came back from sailing. Oh, how I miss blogging so much. If I had a chance to, I would blog next time. So far, I've done everything that's to be done or so. Now I'm left with my own time to enjoy my holiday till January 10 next year, haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there's nothing much for me to do since I'm not going abroad or doing much for holiday. Somehow I felt that I was neglected- won't talk much about it. I got these feeling that since I got nothing much to do, why bother staying here for so long. Plus, I don't see a reason to stay here anymore. Out there in the open sea is way better than staying put on land. The only reasons why I'm back home were because my aunt needs her luggage and Han, asking me to sign off. Sorry to put it bluntly though but yeah, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of ranting Hidayah. I'm just bored and when I'm bored those mentioned above are my thoughts. But it's undeniably true what. What a way to kick up my first entry huh; couldn't agree more with myself, haha (: And I do not want to include the part whereby Taylor Swift is coming down to Singapore in February 2011 which could make it more worst. Hais, just not my luck but I'm lucky anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, I use this time to recover what I had lost even though the first few days, I felt like a total stranger in my own home and just being a teenager. Most importantly, shopping! There are few things that I'd love to get. And I thought that I can go for food marathon once I'm back home but it's far from completion. I'm so going to update my bank book tomorrow and would be heading down to the branch outlet if the amendment wasn't made- of course la, my money you know. I'm not going to scare myself. So much for my kindness, I scored myself a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Now I know who matters a lot to me and vice-versa because you're not anymore. It's only words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-9211486196103203935?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/9211486196103203935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=9211486196103203935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9211486196103203935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9211486196103203935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-weeks-has-passed-and-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3764751526420087754</id><published>2010-03-11T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:03:22.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Pallada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I met up with Han this morning at Harbourfront to visit the Pallada as she's unable to attend it together with the class tomorrow due to her working assignment. She wasn't alone when i met her; she was with Magdelene, her secondary school friend. Sky, Han's friend, and Dora were supposed to turn up but one was late, the other just woke up and then decided to give it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made our way to Lobby F to register for the ship visit. Only Han and me signed up as Mag and Sky will be visiting the IT Fair afterwards. So yeah, had our lunch at Banquet before meeting up with Sky at the art place there. Dropped by at Candy Empire as it had been a really while since I last stepped in into the shop. Super sad-ed can! I eyed three new chocolates which I never taste before (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to do their art piece as the lady boss was there. We sat around in the shop for awhile before going off to jalan-jalan. Because we were excited, we went outside at the 2nd level to look at the Pallada and talked about the ship all. Mag and Sky then decided to register for the ship visit as well. And we stopped in Nike just to kill the time. I totally love their new Nike+ Lunar Elite can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the security clearance, all aboard (: Okay luhs, not new to me and Han anymore, so okay. Then we went around the ship like no one's business like that and start taking photos. Since no one was there to guide us, we roamed around like lost ghouls. Correct what, no one to guide us initially then came along Fred and Dennis. Surprisingly, both of them are 18 because they look much older than that. And so, we melted under the hot scorching blazing sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3764751526420087754?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3764751526420087754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3764751526420087754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3764751526420087754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3764751526420087754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/03/pre-pallada.html' title='Pre-Pallada!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-5993331527780192171</id><published>2010-03-04T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:53:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my way down to school today noon because got briefing on Pallada trip coming next Sunday. Lucky me managed to hitch a ride from Jason. We were briefed about NYAA before the actual briefing started. What can I say about the briefing? Hmph, it was not like briefing at all because we only got like half of the information. The best damn thing was we were treated to McDonald's Happy Meal (: Minus the toy, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, me and Han trained down to City Hall. Went there because we're getting the neccesities for our trip and that is the no rinse shampoo and soap. For your information, we won't be bathing for 14 days. How cool is that? The no rinse soap and shampoo amount also little lor plus we're sharing it. So ya, we bought baby wipes and we will be getting body powder as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main objectives for this trip are mainly to survive, experience life onboard a sailing vessel and make friends with the Russian crews (: Will prove you so wrong luhs okay. Some people say why bother pay to suffer. I'll say it is for experience sake. After all, there aren't many sailing vessel around. Let's treat the trip like a Survivor cum Fear Factor-like and a fun camp without the campfire. Help me pray that it will be a smooth and safe trip though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, got to start putting aside and gather the stuffs that I will be needing plus thought of getting more shorts. Shirt part, definitely no problem as I've got truckloads of dri-fit tees. Any sponsors? One or two FBT of my choice will do (: This is the part where you'll start name-calling me like asshole. Shall I include my bank account as well? But I confirm will buy you a souvenir in return what, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-5993331527780192171?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/5993331527780192171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=5993331527780192171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5993331527780192171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5993331527780192171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-out.html' title='I&apos;m Out!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6461655553255132392</id><published>2010-02-26T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:36:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went working at Standard Chartered Bank, 6 Battery Road there with Alfonso, Awul and his two friends- Sabri and Khairul, me, myself and I plus Khairil. Upon our arrival, we were like playing with the escalators and the elevators luhs just to familiarise with the place. Go up, go down, go up and go down. Why was that so? Because of some genius people who did not do any planning before hand. That was just pure madness and fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the function room, I was so happy. It was so damn small luhs and there's going to be like 200 pax lor. Just imagine 200 pax in that area plus the area outside, how hard can it be? Super cool can. Afterwhich, we went down and waited for Tommy. We were supposed to report at 1pm but he came after 2pm and of course, we were paid from 1pm. So ya, we talked the hour away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much to do, we were busy with our individual work and yeah, we were running out of time. While doing my work, Alfonso, Awul and Khairul discovered something fantabulous and shared it with the rest- the vending machine at the pantry free luhs (: Alfonso told me then my reaction very big eh. Standard what, say Hidayah and vending machine. And so I rushed to the pantry with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our feet throughout the entire event. No wonder they needed six staffs but like not enough eh like that? Even Jane, their event planner, helped us with the clearing. Somehow today event I felt like very fast finish one. Good good good, I like! If got more event like this, I want to work. The clearing up part was awesome. Did truckloads of fun stuffs together. Crazy to be precise. I think I can be promoted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, didn't get a chance to play with the elevator. Imagine the surge of adrenalin rush pumping through your body when you go up to the 42th storey and go back down. Awesome! And today was and was not a fairytale. It's Awul's last day; he's going to be busy with his attachment soon. Not only we received our pay, but also hong bao from Jane. How sweet and thoughtful of her (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6461655553255132392?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6461655553255132392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6461655553255132392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6461655553255132392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6461655553255132392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Work 2!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7747763763696241939</id><published>2010-02-24T22:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:34:33.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine at 5.15am this morning and off to work. Well, I only snoozed once okay and that's like three minutes interval. Like I said, I reached early as usual but I don't mind as I've company. Met them up at Jurong East MRT and bused to office. Cheh! Cheat my feelings only. I thought go to the location straight lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, changed into the polo-t and slack there for awhile before cabbing to the location which was somewhere at Tuas South. Company pay luhs (: Andand, you know what? We're lost! Zariff and Lydia damn confident Tuas South Avenue 5, Tuas South Avenue 5. By the time we almost arrived, thanks to Ibrahim who spotted the company, both of them just realised that they gave the wrong address. It was supposed to be Tuas South Street 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're practically on our foot for 8 hours including our an hour lunch break but yeah, I survived. The starting always like blah blah blah but as time passed by, okay luhs, get the hang of it already. Good good good, I like (: And yeah, I was alone. I mean the rest got clique ah but nevermind, I have no problem mixing around. At least I know Lydia and Zariff lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some drama or mini-conflict between us. Count me out okays. All I know is that I do my job well can already. The staffs there were friendly. Good good good, I like (: In short, okay luhs, I enjoyed my day working there alongside with them. Yeah, made some bloopers. To make it worse, Tommy saw it lor. Die already, I think I kena blacklist. Think only eh. Will be working again this Friday and the big blue note goes straight into my bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: As I was walking at JP, something caught my eye and I decided to buy it after a long thought (actually I was waiting for the assistant reply as she bothers to check with all the other outlets about the necklace that I want *thumbs up*). Not because of impulsivity, but because I know that it's very rare to find it. If I were to miss it, I'll have to wait! Just don't ask about the cost. But for those who knows me, you should know that I'll go at any length to get it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/S4VHPajpvXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7syMWo7zpVE/s1600-h/DSC00694-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834054899580274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/S4VHPajpvXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7syMWo7zpVE/s320/DSC00694-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7747763763696241939?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7747763763696241939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7747763763696241939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7747763763696241939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7747763763696241939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-diary-rise-and-shine-at-5.html' title='Work 1!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/S4VHPajpvXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7syMWo7zpVE/s72-c/DSC00694-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1425063091466200239</id><published>2010-02-23T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:31:29.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pallada trip for the first leg was cancelled due to shortage of people. However, I will still go for the second leg which is on the 14th - 28th March. Will you be there? It was Han who informed me so early in the morning. Actually, I woke up already lor. That time I was preparing to go out to the library. I know Hidayah is such a good girl, she's bored to death. So early huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few hour or so, I was busy lor- busy spreading the news, making decision and texting a few of them. Everyone was asking one another whether they will still be going or what. Quite hectic le. And finally, I have decided not to collect back my money. Andand, the most happiest person are like what, Jan and Fat because we can meet up earlier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, I went to the library. Not many people around. Good good good, i like! Oh ya, and did I mentioned that I saw Anuar and Raj at Northpoint? I couldn't recognise them from far, not because my eyesight is getting worse (partially maybe) but because it was quite a distance and I have the Sun's glare as the backdrop. Borrowed a total of three thick books. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to blog today but because I don't want to see my blog like so dead, so I decided to blog. Don't know why even though I didn't really do much stuffs at home. Oh well, got to sleep already as I have to report to work at 6.15am tomorrow. Latest by 6.30am. Hitch a ride from my dad though since we're going to the same place- Jurong. And I think I'm going to be so early la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1425063091466200239?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1425063091466200239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1425063091466200239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1425063091466200239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1425063091466200239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/02/what.html' title='What The!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6402937666290233777</id><published>2010-02-19T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:51:48.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has officially ended today! No more school till next year. How cool is that? However, I got the feeling that I would be taking up the September intake since the results will be out on the 24th March and looking at the situation right now, quite bleak luhs. The main thing is to clear all of the modules. Heck care about the grades. If I were to fail any one of the module, congratulations, I've got to stay on land for another six more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I have to see to next week. Got to come back to school to make two payments (and it is not a small amount okay), collect my correspondence book, briefing for the upcoming trip, going to work on the 24th and 26th Feb, outing with the girls on the 25th and barbeque on the 27th with the whole family. I hope that there won't be any briefing for the two days above-mentioned. Let me earn some money can (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Suzhen on our way back home. So ya, we talked about our stuffs. Got to be mentally prepared and boy, can they be more open-minded; what age are we in right now? For the first time, I think that the Asian mindset sucks to a certain extent. Andand, Andika was right- it is better to be alone onboard the vessel rather than having another cadet around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time is almost running out and yes, I've got the clearer picture and a better view of life onboard the vessel. People might stab you in the back, they will take advantage of you, people will make your life hell and miserable and friends will become enemies. But it all boils down to one thing and that is take it with a pinch of salt. You're new, inexperience and learning. Suffer now for a great success later. Open up your mind, take in the good things and throw away the bad ones and persevere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6402937666290233777?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6402937666290233777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6402937666290233777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6402937666290233777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6402937666290233777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/02/money-money-money.html' title='Money Money Money!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-5489868544220193851</id><published>2010-02-18T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:25:36.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Hiatus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long hiatus. I couldn't manage to find the time to blog since the beginning of the month as during the first two weeks or so, I had my tests and busy mugging my ass off at the eleventh hour. Not forgetting the Singapore Airshow; you really made my day man (: Sorry sorry sorry sorry to Jan and Fat because I like blew up the Valentine's Day plan. It was unintended babes. I didn't know that I got truckloads of activities lined up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I spent my days over at my aunt's place because no one's at home for two nights. Not I want to lor, it was my mum luhs kept on somewhat like forced me to sleepover at her place. Oh ya, probably because she didn't trust me and I'm still a kid. At times, I do feel like shouting at her telling that I'm 19 for crying out loud and I'm going out to sea, soon! It's going to be a total whole new world out there for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Chinese New Year with Josi on the eve for the reunion dinner with his family and on the Chinese New Year day itself, went there again for a meal. It was my first time eating the yu sheng and celebrating Chinese New Year with them. It was awesome! I didn't know that the yu sheng taste something like sour plum. For the record, I don't like sour plum but because I was being a good visitor, why not? Tasted the abalone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, received red packets from both of his parents. You think they were like, "Nah, for you." You're wrong! I earned it okay. They taught me how to serve tea followed by wishing them well then I got my hong bao. Super cool! I thought get married than must serve tea not on Chinese New Year. Boy, I was totally wrong. Andand, can I try to forget what his mother's wish was? HAHA (: In short, it was an eye-opener for a noob like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-5489868544220193851?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/5489868544220193851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=5489868544220193851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5489868544220193851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5489868544220193851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-hiatus.html' title='Long Hiatus!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1494440397577989558</id><published>2010-01-29T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:06:31.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps! Thank you for visiting my blog (: I don't know if I have silent readers reading my blog but who cares? I'm clueless too to as why I suddenly thought of silent readers. Whatever it is, Hidayah is feeling appreciative today and decided to thank all of you for reading my blog. Gee, it has been years now. Thank you for your strong support. Probably with the existence of this blog, it is the only way for you to catch up with me. So, it is a good thing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you must have also noticed that I had changed my blogskin and included a chatbox. I don't think I will be changing my blogskin anymore. Thought of opening one photo sharing account like Flickr and link it to my blog as you won't be seeing me around anymore once I started sailing. Chatbox will come in handy when I'm gone- just post your shout outs and I can hear you miles away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sounded as though I'm all set to sail huh? That's weird because my purpose of blogging this post right now is to thank you and describe why I have chosen this blogskin and how it ended up like this- I don't know. It is unintended. Good luhs as I don't have to talk about it all over again. As for the question am I ready for sailing, I shall answer you next time. Now all I want to do is to be focus on my upcoming tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day recently. Stayed back on Tuesday right after a long day at school to do revision for PrinNav, jogged with Jannah yesterday night and today, pack goodie bags. It is going to drag till I have completed my ICA. I am going to spend the rest of my days mugging. A little sacrifice goes a long way (: For me, the pressure is now on. I also don't know why. Probably because I was dubbed as "pretty smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok luhs, that's all folks. My eyes are begging me to turn in for the night and my right shoulder is aching. Probably because I always carry my bag on that side. I guess I have to rub some oilment to it and see whether it works. Looks like I am going to miss Coffee Prince later on. Aargh, not when tonight's episode is nice. It's all nice. How crazy can I be when there is mysoju.com? I wonder what time will I wake up tomorrow, hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1494440397577989558?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1494440397577989558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1494440397577989558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1494440397577989558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1494440397577989558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1615832562584057932</id><published>2010-01-20T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:18:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm bored and there's nothing much to do (yeah right, I wish), I might as well blog right? Counting down to less than a month to our &lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt; *clap clap*. &lt;em&gt;Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers to me&lt;/em&gt;. In other words, exams are coming. AARGH! As always, worried about my Watchkeeping. But hell yeah, &lt;s&gt;I'm going to&lt;/s&gt; I &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; make it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is confirm that I'd be going for the palada (sailing ship). But the question now is when? I'm spoilt for choice when the actual fact, we were given two options. WAHAHAHAHA! Either fly to Hong Kong and sail down back to Singapore &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; sail to Hong Kong from Singapore. I prefer the latter but the date sucks can- 14th to 26th March eh. If 1st to 10th I don't mind ah. &lt;em&gt;So how so how?&lt;/em&gt; I still have yet to make my decision. &lt;strong&gt;By tonight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today come to school also waste my time only. &lt;em&gt;Macam nak pengsan kat dalam train ade la&lt;/em&gt;. Then in the end, we &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; learnt much. For CRS, went to FC5 to discuss our group project. &lt;em&gt;Ye la tu, semue makan sarapan ade la.&lt;/em&gt; But we &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; discuss verbally. Then for Capt. Frederick's lesson, we engaged in our small conversation when we're supposed to discuss about our project. STANDARD! Andand, I saw Min Xuan (: She's back from sailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1615832562584057932?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1615832562584057932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1615832562584057932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1615832562584057932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1615832562584057932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary-since-im-bored-and-theres.html' title='Boredom!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-5084688112823778841</id><published>2010-01-17T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:11:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging with Jan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went studying with Jan yesterday. At where? My school, &lt;strong&gt;SP&lt;/strong&gt; of course.&lt;em&gt; Another crazy and wacky idea suggested by me&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA (: Not bad what. At least some of my missions and Jan's were accomplished. Met her up at 1.30pm and trained all the way to Dover. There were &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt; others around at FC5 (probably because it was the only air-conditioned place around). We went there to grab something before studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to clock in &lt;u&gt;six&lt;/u&gt; hours of studying, revisioning, mugging (to put in one word, understanding) PrinNav and Shipping Practice's Lesson 10 and 11. I was having problems in understanding,&lt;em&gt; if not&lt;/em&gt;, every single stuffs that was taught. Well, that six hours &lt;strong&gt;includes&lt;/strong&gt; the time spent goofing off (: Studied till 9pm before we eventually went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained all the way back to Yishun and I was famished. Was planning to eat McDonald's. &lt;em&gt;Long time never eat one lor&lt;/em&gt;. And Jan's ate Mc for the &lt;u&gt;third&lt;/u&gt; time this week *clap clap*. Checked out Northpoint's McDonald's and it was a full house. So, I suggested to Jan to eat at the outlet near my house and bused there. Did some planning for our upcoming hols and undecided, still. Walked Jan to the bus stop and HOME SWEET HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can i go back to school and study?&lt;/em&gt; At least I'm learning and my brain's functioning. And yeah, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; cat did scare the &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; out of me by making a sudden appearance out of nowhere. To make it more &lt;strong&gt;shitty&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;strong&gt;shitted&lt;/strong&gt;. WAHAHAHAHA! &lt;em&gt;Sunyi seh SP bile da malam but shiok la&lt;/em&gt; (: Practically for today's afternoon, I'm going to slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-5084688112823778841?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/5084688112823778841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=5084688112823778841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5084688112823778841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5084688112823778841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/mugging-with-jan.html' title='Mugging with Jan!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8683044346144610203</id><published>2010-01-13T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:21:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; has been slacking for quite a number of days now and it is getting from bad to worse! Yeah, probably I &lt;strong&gt;deserve&lt;/strong&gt; a fair bit of break luhs. I have enough of it and going to put it to a halt. Got to start preparing for my upcoming test already le and &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; from PrinNav (the new topic) enters into my brain- I was merely hearing words. *tsk tsk tsk* And as for the diagram, it is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; confusing can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided. Should I go for the 10 days Palada Trip- fly to Hong Kong and sail back down to Singapore which cost around $1k or 5 days MEL Camp on a cruise heading to Phuket for a stopover at only $300?&lt;em&gt; Hmph&lt;/em&gt;. Palada is &lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; adventure while MEL Camp, &lt;em&gt;relax-learning camp&lt;/em&gt;. In any case, I signed up for both- see which one I got (: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more and more of my classmates are now listening (if not, liking) to Korean songs *clap clap* The DNS are listening to Gee by SNSD. Is that confusing &lt;em&gt;or what&lt;/em&gt;? HAHA (: Not only that, some of them can actually remember the dance step for Gee. Shockingly surprise, it was the &lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt;- Haziq, Boboi and Rod. Standard ape dieorang. Let's all learn the dance step and make it as our class dance. OH GEE! I know of a &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; who very enthu want to learn the dance step *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I don't feel it anymore? Is that a sign that I have recovered? Sad-ed. How I wish that it will not go away that fast. How I miss the feeling. Oh shuddup la Hidayah, move on move on (: You can't probably expect the old injury to come back, or do you? No no! I don't want nor wish to go through another round of suffering anymore. I don't think I can take it (can la, but can't be bothered anymore). Let it go, let it go- just like the Perfect Cut song (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-8683044346144610203?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8683044346144610203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8683044346144610203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8683044346144610203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8683044346144610203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-me.html' title='With Me!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3141140565417967185</id><published>2010-01-10T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:28:57.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting involved with the SP Open House made me felt tired and my body ache this past few days&lt;strong&gt; but i like&lt;/strong&gt; (: Yup, won't forget the &lt;em&gt;gan cheong-ness&lt;/em&gt;, craziness and wackiness that we went through. HAHAHA! Because of the Open House, we have no lessons on Thursday and Friday and we &lt;u&gt;missed&lt;/u&gt; one day worth of lessons. It's &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; a good thing &lt;em&gt;you know.&lt;/em&gt; For your info, ICA is just around the corner. This time round with a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vengeance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling jittery up yet &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; I sure do in days to come. &lt;em&gt;Just wait and see&lt;/em&gt;. Talking about ICA, up to date, we only received two of our papers back (PrinNav and Maths). The papers were well done *clap clap*. Ironically, I did slightly better than Han Wei for Maths. &lt;em&gt;Feel so bad luhs can?&lt;/em&gt; After all, he was somehow somewhat my saviour seh. For Watchkeeping, Captain Aung mentioned that all passed. YAY-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do my work (if have) tonight as now, i'm going out. &lt;strong&gt;Confirm have one.&lt;/strong&gt; Got to do some read up for my CRS test this Wednesday, scan through PrinNav and Ship Knowledge's Titanic assignment which is our ICA 2 marks. Ouh shit! Tonight got Meteor and Burn Notice *shit shit shit* Let's multi-task Hidayah (: (Provided if I have the mood to complete all the tasks mentioned luhs and pray that I won't ended up watching the televison.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to my attachment earliest on end-March. &lt;u&gt;If not&lt;/u&gt;, tentatively after 1st April. But some made it sound as if those with company or shipboard placement go earlier so ya. &lt;em&gt;Andandand&lt;/em&gt;, this Wednesday need to attend &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; seminar at school = go home late. &lt;strong&gt;No, not again!&lt;/strong&gt; I simply hate the thoughts of going home late. &lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt; Packed train. Enough said, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3141140565417967185?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3141140565417967185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3141140565417967185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3141140565417967185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3141140565417967185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/random_10.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7020467664599418615</id><published>2010-01-07T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:29:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Open House 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though LOA will be given to us for today and &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; (oops, not anymore), I still went for my GEM class. &lt;em&gt;So hardworking one lor &lt;/em&gt;(: Okay what GEM, I found the module very fun. In the week to come, we are going to do &lt;u&gt;dining&lt;/u&gt; and everyone's excited. &lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt; Because we will be going somewhere (in SP) to conduct our lesson. Miss Ruth say maybe we can have our breakfast at McDonald, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the time of the year!&lt;/strong&gt;- Singapore Polytechnic's Open House. And for the very &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; time, i'm involved for three days straight and in shifts. &lt;em&gt;I school there what, so what do you expect&lt;/em&gt;. We were in-charged of transportation. In the bus, we're to brief them and gave out papers. Everyone were like gan cheong at first as we're new to it. Over time, we get the hang of it and &lt;em&gt;enjoyed&lt;/em&gt; our duties very much *thumbs up*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt; bored when the bus not around. There's nothing much we can do &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; crapping. With us, there's this one business student doing her &lt;em&gt;internship&lt;/em&gt; ah. Her name is Jolene and she's quite gullible. It was fun cracking jokes and eating back then and once the buses started to come in (like peak hour like that), got off our feet and start attacking the buses. &lt;em&gt;You should have seen our reaction one lor &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it all ended, packed up and went to Integrated Simulator Centre with the rest to keep the things. Yeah, there had been an ongoing conversation on our simulator. It's supposed to be a simulator but then some pronounced it as a stimulator with an &lt;strong&gt;emphasis on the first four letters&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA! Lepak there for awhile with Captain Bakhtiar before going over to SPCC to kill time and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school around 6pm with Haikal, Hafiz and Khalis &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; we go separate ways luhs once we've exited SP. I stopped at Jurong East because I asked my dad to fetch me can and I made my way to IMM to kill time. COTTON ON is having a sale (: Same goes to Esprit *grinning grinning* I bought this top which looked like a dress (maybe it is a dress) for only $5. And I'm &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; tired right now with my CRS outline in tow . AARGH-NESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7020467664599418615?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7020467664599418615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7020467664599418615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7020467664599418615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7020467664599418615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/sp-open-house-2010.html' title='SP Open House 2010!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3364485832219596039</id><published>2010-01-05T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:03:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day of school since the new start of the new term and I am tired, &lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt; My body still in holiday mood luhs, in the process of adapting to the school life once again. Part of it was due to me staying up late at night doing my work and waking up early in the morning to get ready for school. But hey, even if I want to turn in for the day, I simply couldn't (so might as well complete my work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so suckors can. I kept tossing and turning around but to no avail. Don't know why. Is there troubling me or even worse, &lt;strong&gt;is there something wrong with me?&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA (: Seconds turned into minutes and mintutes changed into hours but still, *shake head shake head* All I remember was me making a big fuss with myself (don't laugh) of not falling asleep, took a few deep breathes, thought of something that is peaceful and calming and ZZZZZZZZZZZZ! The next thing I know, my phone kept ringing. Time to wake up. &lt;em&gt;Why so short one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, unlike all the other SP students as far as I know, I'm going to finish school &lt;u&gt;way&lt;/u&gt; early. By mid-February I think. Am going to have my CA2s and CA3s on Week 4 and Week 6 and 7 respectively. HECTIC!!! After that got to start preparing for sea already. There'll be this whole-day ending briefing, so &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt; can, that I must attend somewhere in late February. Got truckloads of things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, I certainly do hope that I would be the last batch to go &lt;em&gt;sailing&lt;/em&gt;? First batch is going on early March, second batch mid-March and eventually, the last at the end of March. If I was given a choice, I would love to go for the&lt;em&gt; forth&lt;/em&gt; one (: Total correspondence fee is going to be around $790 odd &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; I'm setting $1k aside for all the stuffs that I'll be needing onboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends have started talking about our attachment already and yes, we heard a lot of &lt;em&gt;stories&lt;/em&gt; from our seniors. You can't expect things to go out smoothly right? You are bound to land on a rough patch sometimes. The most important thing is that you have to pick yourself up and take things to your stride. It's always easier said than done. I hope&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happen to me; &lt;em&gt;whatever that means&lt;/em&gt;- only you and I know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3364485832219596039?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3364485832219596039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3364485832219596039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3364485832219596039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3364485832219596039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/second.html' title='Second!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6400268574155409009</id><published>2010-01-03T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:04:00.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've completed the work for tomorrow's module (even though the deadline might not be tomorrow) just to be safe and &lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;, it feels good. Only crazy girl like me likes to mug &lt;u&gt;especially&lt;/u&gt; on the eleventh hour. In the end, I'd just be scaring myself. HAHA (: I got one more to go but if I am not wrong, my lecturer give us till 8 January but will working on it tomorrow. Maths? I don't even know how to start- lagi worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, this time round there is going to be seven weeks of schooling followed by two weeks of examination. If by left, I'm unsure. Later I check with lecturer okay (: I thought to myself: seven weeks of schooling- how &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; could it be when you're going to have Open House (if kena help out luhs) on the first week and Chinese New Year, sixth week? Wah, I actually started counting already ah. *shake head shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, shall I do one more before calling it a day? After all, it's &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; a page long. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Got to see my mood later. Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe not. I was so engrossed in doing my work just now that I actually forget something. UH-OH! Bet that you're asleep right now, sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to start at 8.30am tomorrow (can't believe that first day of school and the first lesson is going to be so &lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;) and I'm going to wake up at 6.45am to catch the 7.43am Pasir Ris train. WELCOME BACK MY LIFE!!! I know I so super damn random but pardon me can. And I'm going to blog, blog &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; blog &lt;u&gt;till&lt;/u&gt; the day my attachment starts (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6400268574155409009?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6400268574155409009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6400268574155409009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6400268574155409009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6400268574155409009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3706341753834494653</id><published>2010-01-01T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:58:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(hope it doesn't come too late though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get it- why some people were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; enthusiastic about ushering the new year. What's there to be merry about? New year only what. To me, it's just another brand new day and a brand new year. I know that I sounded a bit &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; here so pardon me. Oh gosh, maybe I'm getting old-er. I am? One, two, three... *inhale*, AARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, do one have to wait for new year to make a new resolution? I don't think so. Probably because I had celebrated my &lt;em&gt;new year&lt;/em&gt; way ahead, haha (: Nah, I won't really call it a resolution but &lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;, I guess that was the best term to describe it. One down, more to go (which I have no idea what's my new resolution is apart from that one). All I know is &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; one all along. Confirm can luhs and &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;, it's all gone. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so so&lt;/em&gt; tired, exhausted and sleepy too. I ought to go to bed now. Hopefully I can sleep soon *fingers cross*. This weekend is going to be one, NO!, two hectic kind of days for me. &lt;em&gt;Why why why?&lt;/em&gt; You should know for yourself (: Andandand, must wake up early tomorrow and go for a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry luhs if I &lt;em&gt;killed&lt;/em&gt; your mood at the beginning of my entry. HAHA! What to do? Different people, different perspective. Probably mine differs from your's this year. Can't blame me though. If you're observant enough, yes, I've changed my blogskin (: Am not changing it because of new year, but a new month. I've always been changing my blogskin at the start of a new month lor (well again, depends if I can find &lt;em&gt;nice nice&lt;/em&gt; blogskin). Till now then, cheers (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3706341753834494653?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3706341753834494653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3706341753834494653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3706341753834494653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3706341753834494653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3254491546354940773</id><published>2009-12-27T04:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:43:41.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Captain Frederick's Christmas party yesterday evening at his place. Met up with Han at her place before heading down to his place together. Both of us were like the last person to arrive even though she's staying nearby. What an irony, I know (: It was her brother who drove us there, haha. If not, we confirm arrived a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Guitar Hero madness inside and barbeque, outside. Didn't eat the food &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with an exception to the marshmellow) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I got drink- non-alcoholic drink that is. I know, damn wasted luhs as I ate McSpicy earlier on. Sometimes I do suffer from an "after-effect". Aiya, just know that I don't know how to describe it. It makes me don't feel like eating anything at all. Plus minus muak in Malay. Maybe because of the oil, who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around his place and looked around before settling back into the comfy couch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because I was feeling tired). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And continued to watch them playing Guitar Hero before Captain Frederick and Captain Zaharin performed. Hell yeah, they sang! Captain Zaharin played the drum while Captain Frederick strummed the guitar. I would have included the song names here if I know. So far I only knew one, Hotel California (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left his place around 10.30pm like that to catch movie at Plaza Singapura with Ray, Zhi Wei, Yi Feng and Han. We were waiting for the express bus but it proves that it isn't express at all. So we had to transfer- bus to MRT. Quite fast isn't it? Reached Plaza Singapura at midnight. We planned to watch Avatar in 3D, the midnight show but yeah, tickets selling fast and by the time we asked for it, gone unless we want to sit separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao eh, it beats the purpose of watching a movie together right. So we bought five tickets to Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks 2, 1.30am show. Not only to kill time but we were hungry at that point of time too, decided to eat at McDonald's&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (yeah I know, Mc again *sigh*) &lt;/span&gt;since that's the only food shop that's open. Sad-ed right, I know. Ordered McChicken this time round. So, the five of us were like hanging out till 1.10am when we left Mc since it's going to close soon, better leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also marks the start of our adventure. Yeah, we were bored and we've got nothing better to do so, I, being me, suggested this- let's play hide-and-seek. It would be totally cool! And surprisingly, they agreed to it&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;. Was kind of scary though because we're to hide only in Basement One since it's big &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because Mc that level and I got the idea while stepping out of Mc) &lt;/span&gt;and it was not brightly-litted. Rule to not hide in the toilet and keep your phones on just in case. And the game began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use luhs. There weren't many good places to hide around. But yeah, it was the adrenalin rush that kept us going. So cool, so cool, I know (: The game was not cool but it was totally awesome and wicked. Not only you can play hide-and-seek in a closed shopping centre but also fitness activity &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that I could actually think of at that time but we didn't do it luhs)&lt;/span&gt;- to see who could run the fastest. Running at the travellator I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect the show to surpass my expectation. Thought that it's going to be boring, but nope, it isn't. There were funny moments here and there so overall, worth watching. After the show ended, didn't know where to go to and how to get home. So, we sat around for awhile while Yi Feng took a puff. Seriously, I wasn't tired at all and suggested to go Orchard Road see the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did we saw, street lamp lights. Well done ah, WAHAHAHAHA! Saw an accident too along the way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shake head shake head*&lt;/span&gt;. Walked all the way to the bus stop there where my dad picked me up together with Zhi Wei since he stays in Yishun. The rest cabbed back home, individually luhs since all out of the way. And here I am, going online to blog about my day. Time check: 5.36am, still not sleepy but should get some sleep so, GOOD MORNING (: As I was checking what I've written, I felt deja vu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3254491546354940773?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3254491546354940773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3254491546354940773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3254491546354940773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3254491546354940773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/breather.html' title='Breather!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4873671337538787689</id><published>2009-12-23T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:57:50.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I supposed to put my life on hold because you don't know how to act and you don't know where your life is going. Am I supposed to be torn apart, broken hearted, in a corner crying? Pardon me if I don't show it. I don't care if I never see you again. I'll be alright. Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together but either way baby, I'm gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so over it, I've been there and back. Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wondering. I got that new, I'm a single girl swag. Got me with my girls and we're singing it sing! Na na na na, hey na na na na hey. Hey hey hey, goodbye. Na na na na, na na na na. Hey hey hey, goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut my hair because it reminded me of you, I know you like the long hair do. Had to switch my attitude up. Thinking of changing up how I ride- no more on the passenger side. Too bad you miss out on the way that I drive it. I don't care if I never see you again. I'll be alright. Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together but either way baby, I'm gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so over it, I've been there and back. Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wondering. I got that new, I'm a single girl swag. Got me with my girls and we're singing it sing! Na na na na, hey na na na na hey. Hey hey hey, goodbye. Na na na na, na na na na. Hey hey hey, goodbye.&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/18995987-4873671337538787689?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4873671337538787689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4873671337538787689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4873671337538787689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4873671337538787689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-never-told-you.html' title='Goodbye!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7785648363427152377</id><published>2009-12-21T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:39:51.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to EAST COAST PARK last Friday with Jannah and Nicole for Fatihah's small picnic along with Hairie, Wani, Ezzati &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(spelling?)&lt;/span&gt; and Aiman. Finally, I could take a breather outside- sea breeze in particular (: Basically we were there to just sit down, eat and crap. Long time no see sia what do you expect. And of course, a little but of camwhoring here and there. Thanks Nicole! But where are the photos? We came late so our visit there was a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on the next day. I woke up at 6.40am luhs because Lydia said want to meet up earlier. 8am at Raffles Place so ya. Met up with Awul at 7.40am. In the end, she also late and it was about 8.30am when we reached ACM. God, that place again but got air-con happy already (: It turned out to be another wedding, again &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;. Don't sigh sigh, I needed the money lor so no choice. Okay la, can say that it's better than the previous one. In some areas only. Sadly, I've put aside the day's pay for something- SINGAPORE AIRSHOW 2010!- and some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queensway with Jannah to look for her running bottom. It's either no size or there's other better deals somewhere other than Queensway. So she bought nothing in the end. Stopped over at Amir's friend's shop for awhile. Oh ya, Amir was there too. After that we didn't know where to go so we &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually me and Jannah only)&lt;/span&gt; decided on this- whichever bus come first, either 14 or 855, we just board it. And we ended up at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed a bite first since I'm hungry before we went jalan-jalan. Actually we also don't know where to go. Since I want to go to SISTIC, might as well find the outlet right. According to what Amir said, SISTIC kat Heeren. So we walked all the way to Heeren only to find out that selected tickets are sold at HMV. Confirm tak ade punye. After that, we walked aimlessly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no, finding Amir's present)&lt;/span&gt; and Centrepoint was at sight. Decided to go there for the SISTIC only to find out the counter closes at 8pm. Time checked: 8.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go down to Cold Storage to get chocolate as a gift and last minute, I saw an instant chocolate fondue and bought it. Luckily Amir was in the queue, waiting (: Then we trained back to Yishun la with of course, bouncing back to Marina Bay. He tagged along to kill time. Still early to report for his party. Sat around at Starbucks for awhile before I went off first. Bought the usual to-go (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah is going to use this week to complete her ass-es as much as she could. Yeah I know, crazy right out of many weeks of holidays &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(where got, only got three lor)&lt;/span&gt; I have chosen this week when clearly it is going to be fully loaded with other activities going on. But do I give it a damn? HELL NO! Seriously, I don't enjoy doing last minute work lor. It totally suck big time can. But wait a minute, where's the rest of my ass-es? I can't seem to find it or even worst, open it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7785648363427152377?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7785648363427152377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7785648363427152377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7785648363427152377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7785648363427152377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-day.html' title='Long Day!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-9190841027762424757</id><published>2009-12-14T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:48:32.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Stops Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I don't want to break when I speak. I don't want to shake while I'm standing. I don't want to crawl into another hole. I don't know what I'm hiding for. No, I don't want to fall when I stand; I don't want to have to hold your hand. I just want to be the girl I used to be when I was me and worry-free. I know these burnings on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't keep on running, no I just can't keep on running away from here. I know that the only way to be is to fight my every fear. I'm not going to make it till I turn around and face it alone. I know that I can't just keep running, no I just can't keep on running away so it stops today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, I'm taking my first step. Thought I was losing balance but I caught myself. I kind of like the challenge, no I don't need help. I'm going to make it past the very start- it's always been my hardest part. But I'm going to stay in control. I must admit this crutch is getting old. I am going to throw it out of my hand. I'm finally here, I understand. I know I'll get there on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't keep on running, no I just can't keep on running away from here. I know that the only way to be is fighting my every fear. I'm not going to make it till I turn around and face it alone. I know that I can't keep running, no I just can't keep on running away so it stops today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hide from all the pain but it will find you anyway. Yes, I know, now I know. That I can't keep on running, no I just can't keep on running away from here. I know that the only way to be is fighting my every fear. I'm not going to make it till I turn around and face it alone. I know that I can't just keep running, no I just can't keep on running away so it stops today.&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/18995987-9190841027762424757?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/9190841027762424757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=9190841027762424757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9190841027762424757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9190841027762424757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-stops-today.html' title='It Stops Today!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3929282982437431479</id><published>2009-12-13T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:46:19.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#555;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to Cik Ha's new place for two consecutive days now. Yesterday went there to help out to unpack some of the goods and to shift things around while today, just dropping by. I simply love the sound of the cascading water. Of course luhs when she's staying on the ground floor, near swimming pool some more. Now I can go for weekly swimming session, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*splash*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to Cik Ha's place on Saturday, went to Orchard with sis luhs of course. SHOPPING! I've lost count of how many shops we went into including the one at Wisma. But at the end of the day, we bought two tops from Max &amp;amp; More and a top from Pull &amp;amp; Bear. Gerek seh (: But I don't think it's going to end there for me as right now, I'm still deciding to buy either a pair of jeans that costs $40 or a pair of shorts &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not that short don't worry)&lt;/span&gt; for $18 and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm the owner of the Timex Ironman watch that I've been eyeing for for months. I bought it because it was on sale, my Adidas watch had died and I need one. You think I will buy it if there weren't any sale around? NO! Me no money, sad-ed. And my mum paid for it lor. My conscience ate me up a litte because it's not me who's paying. No sense of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i-don't-know-what's-the-word-is*&lt;/span&gt; but ya. Been eyeing for the blue one lor but no more, left with other colours and decided on the light green one. At least it matched with my tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message from Han slightly after 8.30pm saying that we're going to do our ONOW-CIP work on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. My jaw dropped almost instantly. Which week? Tell me ah tomorrow and yes, it is. I like even huh-er ah because I found it last minute lor. Some more I was planning some activities this week and Friday's definitely out. But we managed to settle it down on Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super-duper tired right now. Can I sleep right now? HAHA (: I'm so going to clean up my room tomorrow and yeah, do as what was planned last Friday. Thought of going down to PS tomorrow also but the thought of it make me feel more tired. Holidays ah, holidays! Now then I know what is the word- commitment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3929282982437431479?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3929282982437431479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3929282982437431479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3929282982437431479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3929282982437431479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1892069408879458779</id><published>2009-12-11T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:00:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STRESS-FREE!!! Only for now, period. It would be a completely different ball game once I've gotten back my papers. Finished my last paper today. Gosh, I didn't know how I managed to survived this MST- by studying on the eleventh hour, crapping and copying (: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*tsk tsk tsk* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The papers were not that hard, pretty manageable I guess. I actually forgot some parts of it. Passing might not be an issue here but how well am I going to score? &lt;/span&gt;No point talking about my MST when it is over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, my ass-es. Assignment that is. I think I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ass-es. NO, 6 ASS-ES! Super maddening especially one of which my ass-es got one asshole saje je joined our group. My bad? But serious shit, if he is going to create problems and going to be freaking irritating, there is nothing that's going to stop me from blowing my top like before. Terkejut seh semue orang, sumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to something more fun now- HOLIDAYS! I'm actually excited for nothing, HAHA. I don't even know when it is going to end luhs. But all I know is that once school reopens, all of us are going to be in a state of frantic. My class I mean. Because it is going to be a really short term for us to complete our syllabus and die-die must make sure we know what the hell we're doing as attachment coming soon le (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, according to what Haikal says, I'm going to spend my last holiday for the year and also last holiday before sailing to the fullest. I'm going to sleep in and enjoy the warmth of my bed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as if)&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds so wrong I know but you get my drift right? Am so going to East Coast Park next week for skating (: Will be working on event basis- there's two currently waiting for me now. Hopefully not big-big function can already. And goofing off of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, all I want to do is to some shopping! Luckily later I got work so can recover back some of my losses (: I still haven't get my monthly bonus of $20 for this month. Wait, am I going to get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1892069408879458779?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1892069408879458779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1892069408879458779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1892069408879458779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1892069408879458779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7215264521690662019</id><published>2009-12-08T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:38:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't get you out of the sunlight, I can't get you out of the rain. I can't get you back to that one time because you and me are still recovering. See, I look for you in the morning because that's what my mind always calls. And I can't wait to get to the evening because that's when I want you the most. So, let's just to try to cool it down. The fighting, this feeling of flames and let's try to slow it down. We crash when we race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is not the way that it should end, it's the way it should begin. It's the way it should begin again. No, I never wanna fall apart, never wanna break your heart and never wanna let you break my own. Yes, I know we've said a lot of things that we probably didn't mean but it's not too late to take them back. So before you say you're gonna go, I should probably let you know that I never knew what I had. I never knew what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know it now. I wish I would've known before how good we were. Is it too late to come back or is it really over? If it's really over but this is not the way that it should end, it's the way it should begin. It's the way it should begin again. No, I never wanna fall apart, never wanna break your heart and never wanna let you break my own. Yes, I know we've said a lot of things that we probably didn't mean but it's not too late to take them back. So before you say you're gonna go, I should probably let you know that I never knew what I had. I never knew what I had.&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/18995987-7215264521690662019?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7215264521690662019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7215264521690662019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7215264521690662019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7215264521690662019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/12/begin-again.html' title='Begin Again!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7526634824266229662</id><published>2009-11-25T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:54:25.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that I won't be blogging quite often now till my MST Week is over. I'm left with 11 more days to prepare till my first paper which is on the 7th December. Tell you what- I just prepared for my test today. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Better start preparing now la (: And i still got a long, long way to go. On the 6th, will be participating in Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon 21km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that I'm not prepared for the half-marathon yet but I'll make sure that over the long weekend, I do. One thing for sure, I'm going to improvise based on my experience in the New Balance Real Run. Guess that will be drinking at every water station after 10km. It's a MUST. I'll probably add applying deep heat as well if not, just bring. Will be buying running shorts this weekend as well &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather lethargic, tired, exhausted and sleepy lately. Don't know why. I wish I knew la of course but I don't. Cannot be like this as there's so much to do within this short period of time. AARGH-NESS! Yeah, even now I feel tired. I want to sleep can? If I got no energy, how to mug right? But most importantly, how to run (: Will be mugging like mad tomorrow. That's all for now folks. See you in a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7526634824266229662?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7526634824266229662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7526634824266229662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7526634824266229662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7526634824266229662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired.html' title='Tired!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1722462925579682930</id><published>2009-11-22T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:35:15.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal, Hafiz and me were supposed to report work at ACM &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Asian Civilisiation Museum)&lt;/span&gt;, 12pm sharp yesterday. But how? At 11.20am, Hafiz was still at Jurong East waiting for train while I just board the train because obviously, Haikal was late. I was a bit panicky in the beginning- Raffles Place seh some more need to report at noon now what time already sia. But yeah, no point feeling all that shit. Just have to be positive. And somehow we reached ACM on time. SUPER DUPER YAY-NESS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we report to the venue, no one there. So we decided to linger around first. You can say that we linger around for an hour la, seriously. We went up and down the place almost three times but to no avail. In the end, we went outside, sit around and watched the dragonboat competition. &lt;em&gt;By any chance?&lt;/em&gt; No wonder la, once we've exited the Raffles Place MRT Station, we could hear a group of people counting very loudly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they're doing some stretching).&lt;/span&gt; Then came another group, running. And another, and another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time we went up to the venue, a guy finally called us in. PHEW! But we wasted an hour seh. All right, let's not talk about the working part because there were too many good things and bad that took place. But just so you know, we were on our heels most of the time. At the end of the day, we pulled it through didn't we? We make some money &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more than expected)&lt;/span&gt;, they even paid us for that hour and food (: Andand, my paralysed middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end somewhat around 11pm like that and decided to lepak for awhile. And the coolest thing we did was to lepak in front of Chevron House. Why? Because we didn't know when's the last train. Play safe beb! We lepak and had meal together. It feels quite long la, padahal-padahal. We talked and ate at the same time and continued talking after we're full till I saw- Last Train to Depart. I called Haikal and he saw what I saw. Both of us were like in 'Banana in Pyjamas' moment for awhile &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as always)&lt;/span&gt; before we told Hafiz andand what happened next was CLASSIC! You should have see our reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought we really missed the last train already when we saw people still waiting for train. So we wait together until one point, we were like sure a not still got train and so we asked the SMRT officer at the control station. He said, "The last train is at 12.07am. Don't worry. No need to hurry down. Take your time." What a close shave! So we run for nothing la and we laughed our heads off thinking about those classic moment. Alright people, let's do it again (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1722462925579682930?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1722462925579682930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1722462925579682930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1722462925579682930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1722462925579682930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/acm.html' title='ACM!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2249688144727585922</id><published>2009-11-18T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:55:22.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come In The Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I could go back to every laugh but I don't wanna go there anymore. And I know all the steps up to your door but I don't wanna go there anymore. Talk to the wind, talk to the sky. Talk to the man with the reasons why and let me know what you find. I’ll leave my window open because I’m too tired at night to call your name. Just know I’m right here hoping that you’ll come in with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stand up and sing you a song but I don’t wanna have to go that far. And I, I’ve got you down, I know you by heart and you don’t even know where I start. Talk to yourself, talk to the tears. Talk to the man who put you here and don’t wait for the sky to clear. I’ll leave my window open because I’m too tired at night to call your name. Oh, just know I’m right here hoping that you’ll come in with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched you so long. Screamed your name. I don’t know what else I can say. But I’ll leave my window open because I’m too tired at night for all these games. Just know I’m right here hoping that you’ll come in with the rain. I could go back to every laugh but I don’t wanna go there anymore. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2249688144727585922?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2249688144727585922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2249688144727585922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2249688144727585922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2249688144727585922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-in-rain.html' title='Come In The Rain!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7097475717846261329</id><published>2009-11-09T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:31:37.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching Body!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Balance Real Run 2009 totally rocks can. Participated in the 15km for the very first time. First time in New Balance Real Run and also the first time running the 15km. It's not only physically and mentally challenging but I've found it physically demaning and mentally distorted at 11km. I hate to say this but I think I'm undertrained. Undertrain or not, I'm proud to say that I've completed the race in one piece and within my expected timing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 10km was nut with the exception of running on a trail for 4km first. It was up one level but kept telling myself to pretend as if I'm running at MR. See la, this was what happened if never run at MR for a long period of time. My timing for 10km was in par with my previous marathons &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; Andand after that, my pace became a little slower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case is, after 11km, I was like what the hell I'm doing here sia. So I basically ran and walked, ran and walked. I cannot tahan anymore but I kept moving on. "One step taken is one step lesser" - remember the SCSM 2008 motivation poster? So ya, since then I becoming more shiok to the water point and yes, I did stop for each and every water point after that. Like a total of three only till the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my most memorable moment of the day was actually at the 14km mark- the water point there. Grabbed the cup of water, sipped it and started to run slowly. I was happily drinking when one of the helpers whom I believed was the overall-in-charge for the water point said this: COME ON HIDAYAH, YOU CAN DO IT! I was like huh, who's this guy? Was dumbfounded for awhile. I looked at him from up down. He doesn't look familiar. Want to say my cousin? No. Want to say my friend? Also no. Want to say my senior? Lagi no. Want to say my cousin's friend? I also don't know them. So i was like what the hell sia with a smilling face ((: After a few steps, I suddenly remember- my bib got my name la. WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, thumbs up for the run. The trail was sucky, but yeah, no challange no fun. Same goes to the beach. It was well-organised, just that Changi Exhibition Centre la babe, too far for those who doesn't own a vehicle. I took the shuttle service from Pasir Ris. The hall where the activities were conducted was air-conditioned so, shiokay-ness. I'll never forget the aches, the almost-cramp muscles I've experienced, the perspiration, the craziness and all of it la. It's a memory of a lifetime. 15km da macam gini, 21km eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7097475717846261329?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7097475717846261329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7097475717846261329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7097475717846261329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7097475717846261329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/aching-body.html' title='Aching Body!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6446517390866119182</id><published>2009-11-07T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:37:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Outings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the girls for a last minute outing planned by Jannah yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; And I thought that I was late which turned out to be that I'm so WRONG! Whatever the case is, ate dinner &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or maybe my breakfast, lunch and dinner)&lt;/span&gt; at Marina Square Food Court. The girls didn't know that there's a food court around. I was the only one eating as they're quite full. We went window shopping next (: Oh ya, I saw Andika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349135150152418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVya7x8-uI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kg-capgYmyY/s200/13634_1257860721961_1092923105_807923_1934437_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349138349703810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVybHsyQoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eYhy9xf5jmo/s200/13634_1257860881965_1092923105_807926_1274294_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349441205679282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVysv7RtLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fVEio5t38AI/s200/13634_1257860921966_1092923105_807927_7145625_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349442339010962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVys0Je-ZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WQGV0nV0HU8/s200/13634_1257860961967_1092923105_807928_7729831_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349125244513586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVyaW4Q7TI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VXYXU8Y8z5M/s200/13634_1257860841964_1092923105_807925_6812315_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349129072060706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVyalI0qSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XG0gudkgR-o/s200/13634_1257861001968_1092923105_807929_1229960_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401349120482198418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVyaFI1w5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/VumHj_dI7pw/s200/13634_1257860761962_1092923105_807924_2522962_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401354464287857698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvV3RIXZHCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xehUvpfYzZ0/s200/13634_1257861161972_1092923105_807933_2813741_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401354459280579426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvV3Q1tkG2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/xEKIrtrKJyA/s200/13634_1257861121971_1092923105_807932_5767084_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401354453658535634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvV3QgxKhtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/59QyqeB0zRc/s200/13634_1257861081970_1092923105_807931_7157240_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401354452232477314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvV3QbdKmoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Kegmi83qFcA/s200/13634_1257861041969_1092923105_807930_1033787_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the main purpose of the outing was to lepak at Starbucks&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *yum yum*&lt;/span&gt;. CARAMEL FRAPPUCINO (: We talked, we shared, we gossiped and we bitched. Say women's favourite past time what. Find me a girl who doesn't do the stuffs that I've mentioned? Oh ya, Hairie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fatihah's friend)&lt;/span&gt; was there as well. He declined to be photographed. Reached home almost midnight and I was inviting my own trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6446517390866119182?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6446517390866119182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6446517390866119182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6446517390866119182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6446517390866119182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-outings.html' title='Girl&apos;s Outings!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvVya7x8-uI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kg-capgYmyY/s72-c/13634_1257860721961_1092923105_807923_1934437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4223533776058500611</id><published>2009-11-05T23:04:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:08:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DNS Cage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, decided to tag along with the guys to Cage this afternoon right after school today. Shall I say I was tempted? It was raining heavily outside with thunder and lightning. As always, mum asked me where I'm going and do what. It was about 4pm when I met up with Haikal and Asri at Northpoint. Cab-ed down to Cage as we're running late. In the cab, another failed attempt. Attempt of what? It's for me to know, for you to find out (: SORRY DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking of how fun it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401264015367871218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUlAT4aGvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QWIXqguj1UI/s200/13741_167384329564_636634564_2744868_4461660_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401264021646750770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUlArRaNDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bfcmvnwBzzk/s200/13741_167384449564_636634564_2744886_4910045_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401271202841049986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUrirTjO4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ci0BHT6xfYU/s200/13741_167384319564_636634564_2744866_1296334_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401276318102302642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUwMbI3r7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/WcRgUgBqn88/s200/13741_167384754564_636634564_2744932_5087405_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401264023993084754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUlA0A0a1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/6KXFgmrzvHQ/s200/13741_167384834564_636634564_2744944_2162996_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401266218785224258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUnAkQCtkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AEwFAk_cMOo/s200/13741_167384844564_636634564_2744945_4123059_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401264030530965010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUlBMXkjhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7xK2SUc6SL8/s200/13741_167384914564_636634564_2744958_8180300_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401266224454953826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUnA5Xz62I/AAAAAAAAAWw/LhKWXcEqql8/s200/13741_167384959564_636634564_2744965_7751528_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401266228738289874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUnBJVCcNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/YcTl7lIa0F8/s200/13741_167385074564_636634564_2744983_546825_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hilarious)&lt;/span&gt; happened during the game. From the photos above, you can see that they're still playing their childhood game to go which team. Next, takut bola nampak bang Khai. Fir's sexy butt and Abu act macho. GROUP PHOTOS (: And Haikal act cute in the middle. Hafiz kena "gangbang" while Azhri a.k.a boboi kena bully &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as usual)&lt;/span&gt;. Well, that's nothing new. Last but not the least, our greatest impersonation. Dinner-ed and lepak at KFC. Trained back home with the dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-4223533776058500611?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4223533776058500611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4223533776058500611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4223533776058500611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4223533776058500611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/dns-cage.html' title='DNS Cage!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SvUlAT4aGvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QWIXqguj1UI/s72-c/13741_167384329564_636634564_2744868_4461660_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8792843548081193670</id><published>2009-11-02T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:43:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Pac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the second day of November and hell gosh, i think my November schedule is fully packed. Up till the school term ends in fact. You can say goodbye to my weekends and that left me with weekdays to do my own revision. Got to train for my upcoming half-marathon and squeze in a day for a ketchuping session. A TOTAL AARGH-NESS! But hey, i like it a lot (: Weirdo, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Balance Real Run is on this Sunday and the weather is not being kind to me at all. Well, that was what I thought. It kept raining and raining like mad one lor. And I got only like few more days left. Will be ending late tomorrow plus there's a briefing on top of it. Wednesday may be going down to my company. Left Thursday and Friday. Okay I know, enough of running and ought to have more rest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, serious shit, I've started to miss my friends. AWWW! So sweet-er (: And over my weekend, a sudden thought came into my mind &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(probably because it was November already).&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe it but believe it or not la. Are you mentally prepared and sound about what am I going to say next? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*breathe in*&lt;/span&gt; 1... 2... 3! I'm left with five more months before I'm going out to sea! It's going out to the sea and NOT into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maximum also six months la. Latest by April and the earliest, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ahem*,&lt;/span&gt; March. Also haven't confirm when la and that's why will be making my way down with the rest of the PIL-ians on Wednesday to remind the captain and on the latest update. Hopefully there's a ship for me (: And actually, come to think about it, tanker also not bad what. I'm talking about Thome. Container versus tanker- both has its' own plus and minus points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, got to be mentally prepared about my life onboard the ship. Yes I know that it's going to be challenging and physically and mentally exhausted. But hey, isn't this the path that I've chosen? And I'm not going to regret it (: At the same time, must be prepared to leave EVERYTHING behind, slowly. I don't mind not using Internet anymore. So, what's my next move?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-8792843548081193670?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8792843548081193670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8792843548081193670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8792843548081193670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8792843548081193670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-pac.html' title='November Pac!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3891526732924974335</id><published>2009-10-29T21:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:14:09.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haji Lane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#555;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, went to Haji Lane with Hafiz and of course, Haikal. Reached the shop around 3.30pm-ish and were the only one around. Found the dress that we had saw previously online and went browsing through the rest on the racks. Didn't find any other options that he like. Got luhs, like one or two like that, but ya, that one is still the best &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for her)&lt;/span&gt; (: And Haikal made the payment after we're done with the searchings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was still early to get home, we decided to have a meal together. My, what a good suggestion I thought until I asked them what they want to eat- anything. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shake head shake head*&lt;/span&gt; It took us like forever to decided where to go lor. And as always, it was me who make the decision- one don't want to eat fast-food and another, Banquet. So I immediately thought of PIZZA HUT! But Bugis where got Pizza Hut? So we trained back to City Hall and chiong all the way to Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered a Student Meal each and shared a Hut's Platter. Good enough for the three of us. And yeah, we talked. We talked about a lot of stuffs, good stuffs (: When the food came, we sampled each other's dish by passing it around. The funniest part was when one of the waiter asked us whether there's something wrong with the platter while refilling our drinks. Why? Because that was the first dish that they served us and still untouched. We laughed of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were eating happily until, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*jeng jeng jeng*,&lt;/span&gt; something unpleasant happened. Saw the phone and read the message. OHMYGOD! My heart was in my mouth luhs. Totally what the hell can. Brain freeze, brain freeze. Hope the matter would be resolved soon (: Settled the $39.08 bill. Oh ya, Haikal's paying &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but we paid him back la of course).&lt;/span&gt; Forced Hafiz to ask for the bill because he had no experience doing all this stuffs and we taught him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Suntec for awhile to find a gift box. Carrefour don't have lor so he ended up buying up at Mini Toons. He wanted to go to Daiso but yeah. And so, we trained back home. Bounce of course. Hello, it's like 7.oopm, rush hour can! Inside the train, while Hafiz was sleeping, Haikal decided to call him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he's using his phone to listen to song)&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly, he didn't feel anything. Damn funny la. Oh well, in short, had a great time going out with those two guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3891526732924974335?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3891526732924974335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3891526732924974335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3891526732924974335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3891526732924974335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/10/haji-lane.html' title='Haji Lane!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3442414634258930351</id><published>2009-10-28T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:43:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening Lepaking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#555;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went lepak-ing at Hafiz's place right after school today with Asri, Haikal and Han. The decision came only an hour later after rotting in school, thinking where to go since most of us didn't want to go home. My, what's the issue with going home straight after school? Because it's early to go home what. You go home also do what? NOTHING (: Might as well go somewhere and lepak with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down first before watching what's on the television. Since it's 1pm odd, we watched The Price Is Right; the ever-supportive-hyper contestants. We get bored and decided to surf the Internet. At that time, something happened and so, all eyes were glued onto my FACEBOOK account (: All of them curious what. Since curiosity kills the cat, I might as well let the cat out of the bag. I'm not the victim here okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a so-called guessing game at first. My, their standards all like high-high one ah! Too bad that all of your guesses were wrong and that was the person. Next, since that person was online, might as well make the full use of it right? Being a nice and a curious girl at the same time, I decided to drop by and say hello. And soon, the adventure began &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yet again)&lt;/span&gt;! I like it, I like it (: What adventure am I talking about? THE MARVELLOUS ADVENTURE OF CURIO-RING KIDS! Curio-ring simple means curiosity and boring when you join them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chat started out to be nice and calm before everyone started to give me inputs on what to say. Seriously, I was lost for words la. The spark was already there and yeah, we added fuel to it. We're not looking for a fight la but the convo was getting more and more heated up. I could not take it anymore and asked Haikal to layan him. All this using whose account? MY ONE(: Thank you ah people, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the one that Jannah, Fatihah and me did back on our secondary school days, this was worst. Why? Because I know that person and that person knows me. But still, had a lot of fun doing this crazy shit. After it ended, went on blogshop-ing spree in search of the perfect gift. WHOOTS! So yeah, the quest will continue tomorrow, after school, once we hit Haji Lane (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3442414634258930351?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3442414634258930351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3442414634258930351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3442414634258930351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3442414634258930351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/10/happening-lepaking.html' title='Happening Lepaking!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8679183236406000419</id><published>2009-10-25T20:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:01:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look peeps, my new blogskin and it's in PURPLE! The change came about when I was bored at home last week and browsed through blogskin.com and found this- the kind that I like (: Did a little change here and there. Why? My problem ah, haha (: It took me a few days before I can finally publish the new blogskin &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that was like just yesterday).&lt;/span&gt; So how, is it nice? Love it or hate it- you decide for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school totally rock can. We didn't even study for most of the module. How cool could it be? Yeah, only for the first week that is. I don't think what the captain taught us for ONOW was relevant to what he was talking. Didn't even have a single lesson on PrinNav. Cabut-ed a conference on Tuesday just as when it was starting and went to ION Orchard to lepak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson on Wednesday and Thursday just rock to the max can. Attended school like 1 hour like that for GEM. PrinNav class was cancelled as our lecturer fall sick. Called captain to cancel the 1pm class. Promise won't do it again as it was a practical lesson that we've missed. And, HOME SWEET HOME! Well, not really as I went out again with the rest of my classmates to watch movie- My Sister's Keeper (: Crapped at U.d.d.e.r.s after the movie screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Friday, swim swam swum with Fatihah at Clementi Swimming Complex. And yeah, she's like my swimming coach like that la. Went to Starbucks at Thomson Plaza for a lepak-ing session and I've got to agree with her that the drinks that we bought, were the nicest! Probably because the barista was ...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (fill in the blank)&lt;/span&gt;. Clocked an hour or so for 8.4km on Saturday morning &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; And on the afternoon, went to Chua Chu Kang Sports Complex to support the guys for futsal till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that happening in just one week. Oh dear, I wish the fun would never end. Like I said before, all of this happened because it was the first week of school. No excuses or whatsoever for the second week. Agreeable? First week was just like a honeymoon period. Bye for now as I've to complete my Maths assignment and do a read up on Rules of the Road. No, I'm not taking TP, license or whatsoever but what I meant was a seaman's guide (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-8679183236406000419?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8679183236406000419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8679183236406000419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8679183236406000419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8679183236406000419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/10/noob.html' title='Noob!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2002448370659297310</id><published>2009-10-09T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:59:20.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends say that you’re not really worth it&lt;br /&gt;All those girlfriends you call “friends”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think of me in the same way as them, I won’t let it fly&lt;br /&gt;From now on, do as you want, I’m going to stop caring&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather keep it simple, I’m too good for you&lt;br /&gt;For some time I really loved you&lt;br /&gt;I believed you were my love&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I remember crying till dawn boy&lt;br /&gt;I regret every time I think about you when my heart was too easy, huh boy?&lt;br /&gt;I’m too good to throw away and too boring to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fooled me with your lies hundreds of times&lt;br /&gt;From today on, I’ll be a bad girl who makes guys cry&lt;br /&gt;Now without a single tear, I’ll laugh at you&lt;br /&gt;Loser who’s inside a game called love&lt;br /&gt;Get on your knees and take me back if not, get out of my sight right now&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care, I’ll stop caring about what you’re doing wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;From now on I really don’t care, I’ll get out of the way&lt;br /&gt;From now on don’t come to me and cry, and cling on because I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I just don't care about you anymore&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way you boys learn&lt;br /&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/18995987-2002448370659297310?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2002448370659297310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2002448370659297310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2002448370659297310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2002448370659297310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4608258518921603176</id><published>2009-09-25T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:22:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look So Good Without You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new hair due&lt;br /&gt;Looking fresh and brand new&lt;br /&gt;Since you said that we were through&lt;br /&gt;Done with your lies&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now my tears dry&lt;br /&gt;You can see my brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And I never would have known that&lt;br /&gt;I'd be dreaming so much better&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my head&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/18995987-4608258518921603176?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4608258518921603176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4608258518921603176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4608258518921603176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4608258518921603176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-look-so-good-without-you.html' title='I Look So Good Without You!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8768794818565074486</id><published>2009-09-24T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:14:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get that Carlo Rino bag! For this year Hari Raya of course (: But what's the point getting one when i'm not in a mood. Shouldn't i indulge myself in shopping therapy then? But seriously, my thoughts back then were great. Why bother spending that sum of money on a bag just because it's Hari Raya? After all, it's just a bag that i don't see much uses of. I'd rather spend that amount on my Nike craze (: I even helped my mother saved money okay. Am i a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'm all grown-up. I don't see myself enjoying Hari Raya like i used to. I'm getting older but wiser, remember? Oh well, probably because i was sick during the raya period. Stupid right. I receive and not giving green packets because i'm still schooling and not working (: Once Hari Raya is over, i'm going to deposit a large portion of my collection in the bank. Tell me that i'm doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Semester 1 result was out since yesterday. My mind went blank when i saw my result as my grades ranges. I was caught disbelief. Was i seeing thing because i just woke up? I stared at my laptop's screen for a few minutes, trying to digest what the hell i just saw. Honestly, i freaked out when i saw a D+. Why? Because i don't know whether it's a pass or a fail. Sorry la, sorry still haven't familiar with Poly's grading. So, i quickly texted Haziq and he said it's a pass. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even let out a laugh as my results were released in alphatical order, seriously. I managed to score A's for my Elementary Ship Knowledge, Software Application &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like CPA like that)&lt;/span&gt; and Basic Safety Training (BST). Distinction for SP core module. B for my Communication Skills for Work or which i love to call it my English lesson. C for Intro to Navigation (IntNav) and a D+ for Science 1. My total GPA is 3.22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aced my BST which is like the die-die must pass module because if not, 6 months la jawabnye. It was a sheer luck that i passed my IntNav because only God knows what i was doing back then. Don't want to comment anything on my Science 1. Looks like my English is getting better (: Am relieved to score 3.22 because hey, it's above 3.0 and that was the bare minimum that i needed to score in order to get my company. Do i have one now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-8768794818565074486?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8768794818565074486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8768794818565074486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8768794818565074486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8768794818565074486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-in-one.html' title='All In One!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1592850746471129073</id><published>2009-09-13T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:57:29.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Baby if they ask me&lt;br /&gt;I would say i don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt;And when they ask me does it change?&lt;br /&gt;No, it don't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;Because there's something about the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;And i can't explain enough&lt;br /&gt;I'll know the minute you pull up next to me&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like you're fighting just to breathe&lt;br /&gt;That's when you know&lt;br /&gt;The minute i pull up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside you says that i'm the one&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1592850746471129073?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1592850746471129073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1592850746471129073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1592850746471129073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1592850746471129073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary.html' title='Future Love!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2340070558367173654</id><published>2009-09-06T20:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:14:35.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4 September 2009, Fatidayannah and Nicole broke fast together with Fardli and Amir as well (: Initally, the plan was to break fast at Geylang but somehow along the way, we changed to Singapore Flyer Popeye's Chicken and Bisuits outlet. I mean, who would want to go Geylang as it's warm and very packed like sardines in a tin right? Definitely not me in a million times. Sadly, Fatihah reached Paya Lebar and she sounded mad when Nicole told her about it. But hey, she still made her way down to City Hall okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked our way to Singapore Flyer and chatted on the way. By the time we reached Singapore Flyer, it was still early for us to settle down. And so we decided to jalan-jalan at the Singapore Flyer to kill time. There got some shop. The garden was not opened because of some F1 promotional thingy underway. Made our way to Popeye's and the timing was just nice for us to sit down for awhile before we queued up for food. Food glorious food (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, there was a group of teenagers &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(all girls)&lt;/span&gt; and of course, being a girl, Fatihah started a conversation about them. Wow, in the fasting month some more eh (: And guess what? One of them actually smiled and waved at me when she walked past us. It turned out that she's Kennilyn-Ann, my SJAB mates during our NCOC. WAHAHAHAHA! What a small world indeed. So after all this while, we were actually talking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we sat down for awhile after we have finished. Acting oblivious to the surroundings even though they were other customers around looking for place to sit. In fact, i did something far more worst than this in the library while studying with my classmates the other time. WAHAHAHAHA! We took photo of course- one before we left the place and few others outside plus some along the way. Crazy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to lepak at Marina Square. We were supposed to chillax at Gloria Jean's. When we reached there, the shop was closed. My, this shows that i long time never go City Hall! We went to Starbucks L2 instead as there weren't many patrons as compared to L1. Probably because they doesn't know there's another outlet on L2. WAHAHAHAHA! And we managed to get a good spot. Bought the usual, sank into the sofa and chillax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stay there for long as Jannah and Amir were heading to Geylang to meet their colleagues and we took one last photo together. Gee, i'm tired of bending down, making myself look short. No offense but ya. WAHAHAHAHA! Stopped by HMW as Nicole wanted to take a look at the headphones. Maybe i should get one for myself too, the Nike one (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2340070558367173654?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2340070558367173654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2340070558367173654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2340070558367173654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2340070558367173654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-fast.html' title='Break Fast!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2362458026568457407</id><published>2009-09-05T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:25:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day &lt;br /&gt;Well i get so confused and frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Forget what i'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of your reasons &lt;br /&gt;I got no one to believe in &lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you want me, then push me around &lt;br /&gt;And i need you like a heartbeat &lt;br /&gt;But you know you got a mean streak &lt;br /&gt;Makes me run for cover when you're around &lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and your temper &lt;br /&gt;Yes, i remember what you said last night &lt;br /&gt;And i know that you see what you're doing to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2362458026568457407?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2362458026568457407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2362458026568457407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2362458026568457407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2362458026568457407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell Me Why!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7122607410349106528</id><published>2009-08-27T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:03:41.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If The Feeling Is Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;Please don't pretend that you still love me&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to admit it&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that the feeling is gone&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is just a little honesty&lt;br /&gt;Though i know that you're not coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll do anything to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;But i just have to let you know&lt;br /&gt;And i just have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let you go if the feeling is gone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7122607410349106528?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7122607410349106528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7122607410349106528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7122607410349106528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7122607410349106528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-feeling-is-gone.html' title='If The Feeling Is Gone!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1906127281044215775</id><published>2009-08-23T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:10:43.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SBR 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result for the Singapore Bay Run &amp; Army Half Marathon 2009 is out. Gee, my timing is getting fast and faster (: I still remember my first 10km race's timing:- it's 1:30:06. That one totally suck big time can. Hey, what do you expect from a noob right? Okay, now it's 1:17:26! It came as a shock to me because just at the starting line, i got stomach cramp and i thought it's all over. Seriously, i thought i can forget about the timing already. So hell ya, the result took me by surprise but it can be better if there is next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, want to know what happened to me before the race? I couldn't find the baggage deposit counter because like duh, the place was so damn crowded luhs please and it was partially my fault as i didn't check the location. So, i asked around. To my surprise, even the official was not sure about it. Seriously, I feel like slapping his face at that period of time. Then i was like, shit luhs as my flag-off time started already. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, clever Hidayah approached this group of young ladies &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they looked friendly and approachable of course)&lt;/span&gt; and i asked them the same thing. It's the same answer just as i have expected. But this time round, Hidayah asked a favour from them- to look after my bag, and surprisingly, they agreed. So, we introduced ourselves and exchanged our contact number. Can you believe it that i actually befriended a stranger and entrusted them to look after my stuff? You don't know how thankful i was to find them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Yani. Luckily for my case, out of the three ladies that i met, only one of them is running. No worries of not finding the baggage deposit counter together (: The moral of the story is never trust people easily unless you're willing to take the risk. You see, some people out there will either help you or take advantage of you. So you have to choose wisely. I know look can be deceiving. Just use your heart to judge. No, i'm not recommending you to do something similar like this but yeah, you should know that some people out there are there willing to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all comes to this: Did you read today's Berita Minggu? There's this one column on a Malay teacher who was an actress, completing her Bachelor even though she's married or something like that. Elyani? Hopefully it rings a bell. Because somehow i got the feeling that she was the kind lady that i've been mentioning. What makes me think so? The name and the face totally matched hers. It cannot be a mere coincidence right? Whatever the case is, thank you so very the much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, it is just the third day of my two long months holiday and i'm feeling bored. Don't you know that it's killing me? If i ever did something wrong in the past, do forgive me. Let's move on to the new chapter of our lives okays. Happy fasting for the Muslims and for the Chinese, it's the Hungry Ghost Festival. It would be inappropriate for me to wish you bah, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1906127281044215775?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1906127281044215775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1906127281044215775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1906127281044215775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1906127281044215775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sbr-2009.html' title='SBR 2009!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1037341872245728785</id><published>2009-08-21T21:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:05:02.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holiday-ing people! Yup, that's right. My holiday started already. However, was in holiday mood since yesterday right after my BST First Aid Exam and that was so damn hilarious can. Wanna know why? It's more like a talking cock session luhs. Nothing about first aid came out. Serious, trust me (: The first thing that she told us &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(we go in pair for the test)&lt;/span&gt; was our MCQ result. Yay-ness as i scored 32/40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Akyla to GP yesterday as she was down with fever. A normal fever i guess. But what made the matter worst was Cik Ha got H1N1 so Akyla was referred to KKH. Because the possibilty is there. No one send her to hospital, so i accompanied Uncle Johan there because he confirm cannot handle her on his own. By right, he shouldn't go out one but ya, by left. Since he wore a mask, it should be okay right? Actually i don't mind one luhs. Think positive. But hey, at least i'm not like Akyla's grandmother one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it realy broke my heart when i saw the nurse handled her when she kena pumped. As always, she resisted luhs that's why from one nurse increased to three nurses. She cried her eyes out and her face was so damn blood shot red can. Throughout the whole treatment, she kept on crying until the last part, when finishing already, she actually threw up. In the pump and at the nurses. So, is that a kind of sign or something like that? Hidayah so evil, but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for another 45 minutes for the doctor. At the same time, hope that her temperature decrease. But then during the final check-up, it actually increased again. Since the likeliness of getting H1N1 is there, Uncle Johan brought her home because taking in one more patient is no different. Collected her medicine which includes TamiFlu. TamiFlu side effect is weird one lor- hallucination and nightmares. To wrap this up, let's all pray for their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand this paragraph is specially dedicated to Miss Siti Fatihah Yazid Khan Surattee. WHOOTS! Congratulation on passing your Basic Theory Test. Clap-clap on your behalf. Go and work hard for your practical and pass it as soon as possible, haha. After that, don't forget our plan- i'll be the navigator while Jannah, relax aje (: Wanna pop a bottle of champagne? Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for Fatihah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so evil. You're such a meanie. You're a badie. What the hell was i thinking? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shake head shake head*&lt;/span&gt; So what now? Currently, Hidayah's hoping for nothing but the best. I ought to eat TamiFlu luhs. Hallucination and nightmares, remember?  And sure do i want to wake up from it. But the problem now is how? Just like a pill. Oh well, it's another part of my randomness. Do mind me ya peeps (: And ouch, it hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1037341872245728785?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1037341872245728785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1037341872245728785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1037341872245728785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1037341872245728785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-holiday.html' title='Happy Holiday!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3880707507755928555</id><published>2009-08-20T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:34:39.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Slow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm running out of patience&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't believe what the hell i'm hearing&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of hell,&lt;br /&gt;It don't compare to this heat that i am feeling&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna breathe slow &lt;br /&gt;Count from one to ten with my eyes closed &lt;br /&gt;Because ladies take it in and get composure &lt;br /&gt;Ladies never lose composure &lt;br /&gt;Somebody better hold me back &lt;br /&gt;Youre lucky i know how to act &lt;br /&gt;So lucky ain't gonna attack&lt;br /&gt;I'm being calm and cool &lt;br /&gt;But believe me you, its taking everything to just breathe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3880707507755928555?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3880707507755928555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3880707507755928555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3880707507755928555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3880707507755928555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatever.html' title='Breathe Slow!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8617695192277374542</id><published>2009-08-10T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:59:41.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love my this year birthday celebration can (: The Fatidayannah went to Harbourfront's Ramen Ten outlet for a meal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(late lunch and early dinner)&lt;/span&gt;. It has been a long time since the three of us sit down for a meal together. Oh ya, did i tell you that there was a dress code for that day- it's red, white and black. Say National Day mah. Patriotic luhs sikit. Hey, it was Jannah's idea. And it so happened that we blend in with the restaurant concept. Damn nice i tell you. See it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the food there we can ask for less spicy because if not, someone will die for sure. Why? Because she cannot take spicy food. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yup, the food was spicy so bewarned. Try eating something from the menu with the spicyness level of three plus drinking Coca-Cola and tell what do you get? Shiokay-ness (: Don't ever do that if you cannot tahan okays. Basically, the meal at Ramen Ten was worth it luhs. The total bill came around $46-ish including the GST and service charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we decided to go for a dessert at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. So we walked to Vivo City. Side-by-side only (: But before we went there, we went jalan-jalaning first. Of course we shopped for clothes right? Like DUH! I didn't buy anything okays. Those two did. We went into Fox and guess who we saw? Anuar. He's working luhs. Finally Jannah need not think so hard what to wear for her D&amp;amp;D. The theme is blue lehs (: I definitely can survive one luhs. And the things at Fox are going at half-price. My, what a save &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or splurge)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. We ordered the don't know what name luhs. It's three scoops of the ice-cream anyway. So one of us chose a flavour. Was sad-ed that they don't have Phish Food. Why why why? Initially, i wanted to order Cookie Dough but then i just ate it the other day. So, Strawberry Cheesecake ah then &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yummy yummy*&lt;/span&gt;. Went to Giant next to buy some snacks for picnic later at the park. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed a hell load of stairs up to Henderson Waves. Exercise babe, exercise. My, i love the breeze there can (: Not only the breeze, but the atmosphere, the tranquility and the view. We lepak first and talk cock sing song before we took photo and of course doing the main highlight of the outing, to celebrate my birthday. I would love to go there again some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about ten when we leave the place and instead of heading home, we decided to have one last pit stop- Vivo City Sky Park. To play with the water luhs of course. In the end, play play play until who gets wet? ME (: Wa lao eh, luckily i got bring extra clothes. Cold you know. And this little Cinderella reached home just before the clock strikes 12am. To end this note, i would like to thank you all for the birthday wish. Appreciate it a lot (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-8617695192277374542?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8617695192277374542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8617695192277374542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8617695192277374542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8617695192277374542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1835174528223619293</id><published>2009-08-06T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:02:20.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even sleep a wink for the whole of yesterday night because i was down with fever. My, out of the 365 days in a year, why must it be today? Asshole luhs. Then somemore today got Science test one leh. Totally my luck can (: To aggravate the matter, i remember that the gan cheong spider said that there'll be no sub-paper or re-test for those who fail. Fail eh but not absent. So i a bit confuse can? Alright, alright. I was stuck in the middle. But in in the end, i decided not to go for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because my mother scolded me like one kind like that. Take MC already still want to go to school. You see luhs, clever people (: Waste money only. For your information, it's not like i purposely fall sick one lor just to skip Science test &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which i think it's insane luhs)&lt;/span&gt;. Come on, why should i do that when i did study for it right? Some of them can vouch for that. Besides that, double checked with Double O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wow! double double)&lt;/span&gt; that i can take the Science test another day. So ya, i go take another day one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who think i'm having a good rest at home to recover, perish the thoughts can. It appeared that my cousin, Akyla didn't have any mercy on me. WAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so sad-ed can. She's having a hell lot of fun screaming her lungs out and ouch, my ears almost bleed dry. Then cannot sleep anymore one lor. I seriously didn't know what's gotten into her. She's now good at throwing tantrum and wanted me to play with her all-day long. Yeah, i'm actually touched. She miss me too much luhs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand, tell me how to sleep when every moment got people either text me or give me a buzz? Hen fan lor. No no, don't get me wrong. I actually appreciate all of your concern. Touching, touching, so very-very the touching. Deeply appreciate your overflowing concern that i feel like switching off my phone &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know i wouldn't do that right)&lt;/span&gt; which i didn't lor. I must be mad if i did that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Hidayah decided to get out of her house for a breather in the evening because i cannot tahan the atmosphere at home. Total chaos. I might go insane if i didn't and so i made my way out. Go out do what? Go out for a jog luhs. What else can i do right? Went to my hang out place for awhile and play the goddamn noisy yet screeching swing. But hey, that was fun okays. Adrenaline pumping can (: Then what? Then i went for a jog lor. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy right not but i just can't sleep yet because obviously i got many things to do- the Oshima blog, my blog and tomorrow's plan i guess. On top of all of that, i want to watch my Korean drama can! Someone's in the mood of celebration already. Of course luhs when she got five days of holidays. Birthday off i guess (: Jealous? Two more days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1835174528223619293?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1835174528223619293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1835174528223619293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1835174528223619293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1835174528223619293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sickness.html' title='Sickness!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7987229849883241410</id><published>2009-08-01T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:50:45.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallling For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I don’t know but i think i maybe falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should keep this to myself waiting till i know you better&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to tell you but i want to&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of what you’ll say so i’m hiding what i’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;But i'm tired of holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending all my time just thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do, i think i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life and now I found you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to, i think i’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me and now i just can’t hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm falling for you&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/18995987-7987229849883241410?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7987229849883241410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7987229849883241410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7987229849883241410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7987229849883241410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/08/fallling-for-you.html' title='Fallling For You!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4983744474674367769</id><published>2009-07-30T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:19:06.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Knock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream. I feel like sighing right now but is it worth it? Neh, i don't know &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;. That was such a sweet nightmare beautiful dream. In any case, it was just a dream. A dream that cannot be a reality is but a mirage (: Probably i think too much already leh, that's why got this kind of dream. Spooky! It was touching, touching, so very very the touching. Heart wrenching. But yeah, that was a total crap. Come to think about it, the world &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(opps, it should be my world)&lt;/span&gt; would be a better place if it were to come true. What? You want me to tell you what i dreamt? WAHAHAHAHAHA! Never. Super not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I got your message loud and clear. You don't really have to repeat yourself many many times right. That was totally unnecessary. Once is already enough my dear. I'm neither deaf or stubborn, get it? Ain't a kid luhs. I get your point. Noted. But then seriously, don't you feel guilty at all? I actually felt sorry for you. Hidayah's trying reverse psychology right now because she's feeling shitty thinking about it. Just give me time to clear up my own shit. Oh dear, what shit have i gotten myself into! A sticky shitty situation that i never knew existed all along. Well done Hidayah, well done (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a jog at McRitchie Reservoir today as scheduled. It was a well-worth training i supposed because i could run faster. Why? One, because of the monkey. Two, because i was all alone. Three, safety reasons. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Correct what. It is human nature. They will run for their life if they sensed fear. Ran for an hour before i lepak. Haha, you know me (: I wouldn't want to miss the tranquil scene amidst the crazy highway next door. It was oh-so peaceful. The sky was painted clear today and i was on cloud nine &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah right, pondering got luhs)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that was my first visit to McRitchie since a few months ago and since it's renewed. Okay luhs, i admit that i was being a jakunist &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(spelling?)&lt;/span&gt;. WAHAHAHAHA! First time babe, first time. I actually surveryed the whole place. It's quite nice actually. And when i was about to leave the McRitchie, i just got to know there's fountain. Had the sudden urge to play with the water but then, forget it luhs even though there weren't many people around lor. Heart ache. Nine more days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-4983744474674367769?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4983744474674367769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4983744474674367769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4983744474674367769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4983744474674367769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hard-knock.html' title='Hard Knock!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-9041309144427002641</id><published>2009-07-29T23:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:00:39.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously there's something freaking wrong with the blogger. I don't know about yours but it happened on mine. For the past two weeks or so, i couldn't post my entry and i could not use the normal buttons where you can always find when you're blogging &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the one just below your title that makes your life easier)&lt;/span&gt;. And because of that, i really have to do the hard way. Since i had to do the hard way, i got no mood to blog anymore. Totally what the hell right. Yeah, i know. Can someone or anyone or somebody or anbody please tell me what's wrong with the blogger, or is it me or my laptop that's nut? Appreciate it a lot peeps (: Because i believe that i'm going to be crazy if the situation does not improve. Come on, what's me without blogging right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Poly Marina-ing yesterday. We practised the lifeboat drill- from operating it and handling it because our assessment is soon. Sadly, no man overboard drill. Kind of happy because i'm not prepared to get wet even though i brought an extra set. Crazy hor Hidayah (: And her friends as always, performed crazy acts during the break. Kind of rushed back home straight away after school because i'm so going for a run can. Ran a cool breeze 6km. Am itching for a run again tomorrow at McRitchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (alright, i know i sounded as if i pon class many many times before but you're wrong!)&lt;/span&gt; and during the IntNav class, Capt Raj made a very important announcement. You know what he told the whole class? Our MST will be on the third week of August, 17 onwards &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;. Immediately, i was like what the hell. The day before i am going to run a marathon and now you're telling me this kind of nonsense. I'm lost for words can. Confirm die one but hey, always look on the bright side of life. With this, i need to start revising my work already and yeah, i can apply this kind of situation for my next MST. Why? Because on 6 Dec, i'm going for Standard Chartered 21km and the next day, MST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i heard was that our MST Week is always a week earlier than the SP scheduled one. So, i bet that there'll be no problem right for the upcoming one on December? Hopefully (: Can run in peace without worrying too much i guess. Imagine this: you're running half marathon today and there's a major test the next day. Tell me what do you feel? Actually, before i register myself for a marathon, i make a careful planning one lor. I'll make sure that there's no test-like thingy the next or the following day but then expect the unexpected &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i finally solved the blogger problem that i told you guys about at the start of my post. Hidayah so clever (: So clever that i forgot to check my BlackBoard regularly lor. And because of that, i didn't know that there's a trial test on Science1 on last Monday. When someone told me that there'll be one, i was like you got to be kidding me. You know my class. Even sometimes i myself am not too sure whether it's the truth or a prank. Scary right? WAHAHAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the Oshima briefing today. Won't talk much about it. Why? Lazy luhs. You see everyone have their own lazy day and mine happened to be today. Don't know why. No, i think i know why. Shafinas, our senior was there to give some talk. In inverted commas okays, haha. Now then i know the place that i've been wanting to visit if i were to travel to Japan is Oshima because i've read somewhere about the shrine &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you know what i'm talking about)&lt;/span&gt;. Definitely not the break-up shrine but am interested to go there. How? Ten more days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-9041309144427002641?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/9041309144427002641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=9041309144427002641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9041309144427002641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9041309144427002641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatever.html' title='Going Crazy!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8225799889513832535</id><published>2009-07-22T20:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:21:41.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If only you knew why my heart is through for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to break through&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's worth the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave the past, is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;And where do we stand?&lt;br /&gt;Can we pull through this avalanche?&lt;br /&gt;We see what's up ahead, so why do we stay?&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fading and trapped in by regret&lt;br /&gt;There's no way out, and there's no way in&lt;br /&gt;And it's so cold, i'm not sure just how much longer i can hold&lt;br /&gt;The bond is breaking and it's taking over my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Something's shifted, have we drifted too far apart now?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-8225799889513832535?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8225799889513832535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8225799889513832535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8225799889513832535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8225799889513832535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/avalanche.html' title='Avalanche!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7610738049584373992</id><published>2009-07-10T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:36:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was selected for the Maritime Manpower Singapore 2009 conference that was held at Hilton Hotel today from 9am to 5.30pm. First time i going conference eh, damn happy luhs. But at the same time i know that i'm in a deep shit because they are going to talk and talk and talk like there's no tomorrow and we will be the one suffering from ear pain. If at school, three hour lecture is a boredom. What's more a whole day lecture, killer. WAHAHAHAHAHA! On the positive note now: Refreshment, lunch and tea will be provided &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yummy yummy*&lt;/span&gt;. Food, glorious food (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i don't know whether being selected for this conference a good thing or a bad thing. Why? Because the rest who were not selected did not have to report to school. At all. Not fair luhs. They told the captains of what's the point of having a class when half of the class people will be gone. You see, my class good at making excuses for not having a class on. Whatever the case is, we got great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that i did when i took my seat was to look under the programme schedule. I'm looking for those words related to break and food. True enough, we were given one before lunch, lunch and tea reception plus a cocktail reception after the conference. Did i mention cocktail? WAHAHAHAHA! Anyway the cocktail reception will be held at the Panorama View luhs, that why i'm happy (: Andand, there was a plate of mentos on the table. I realised it was freeflow only after we came back from our first break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim Swee Say, Minister in the Prime Minister Office, was the guest-of-honour and he was also one of the peeps for the first panel discussion. Wow, a minister actually came down to support us! WAHAHAHAHAHA (: So so honoured. The conference was not bad at all. Some laughter here and there especially when it comes to Mr Tay as the speaker. He's a funny man. Agreeable? Other than that, i tried to make sense on what the speaker is talking about, draw here draw there, busy messaging people and play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand what's conference without great food right. I swear. The food damn nice especially during the cocktail reception &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(super duper yummy)&lt;/span&gt;. The dessert. Speechless. You should try it for yourself. From what i know, it was sweet enough that it made me smile from ear to ear. Sugar rush (: Hidayah got sweet tooth what, that's why she really enjoyed herself during the reception. It's just like a haven. So we left Hilton around 7.15pm right after the last man had finished his food. Guess what we did next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak ah what else (: And as always, those passers-by were mesmerised by us. WAHAHAHAHAHA! We walked to Paragon together with Captain Savio before we parted ways. Because i wanted to got to Crumpler shop. Walk walk see see. No harm what. After that we went to Cathay Cineleisure Orchard because someone wanted to eat LJS &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but in the end never due to some circumstances)&lt;/span&gt; and we walked all the way to Dhoby Ghaut to trained back home. It was crazy Zakir's idea luhs but hey, thanks to him we managed to ketchup right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7610738049584373992?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7610738049584373992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7610738049584373992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7610738049584373992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7610738049584373992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/mms.html' title='MMS!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-347622770585929784</id><published>2009-07-09T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:13:25.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crarious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This week has been the most crazy week for me. Why? Because we got back our MST results and guess what, I managed to pass my IntNav and Science1 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;. That was totally uncalled for. It was like a rude shock to me can. I scored my IntNav while for Science1, just pass lor. No need to retake my test which equates to total suckiness can but neveryoumind. And i sat for my CSW test &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which i didn't study because i didn't know got test)&lt;/span&gt; plus my BST, a sudden CPR test. But who cares right? Ya ya ya, i everytime say like that but seriously, i don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the funny part was- my IntNav lecturer thought i topped my class for his module and told the whole class about it. That time i wasn't around yet as i was late for school &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a few minutes only).&lt;/span&gt; So when i entered the classroom, everyone looked at me like one kind. Han told me i scored the highest. I was caught disbelieved. How could that be possible when i lost 15 marks? Then when i checked the paper, i felt like rofl. Why? Because he gave me 42 instead of 32. Since when 3+10+9+0+10 is 42? I got ten additional marks, yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through the paper, he called out for any marking discrepancies and i went out. He was like huh, still not enough and want more marks? I totally like whatevertheyous can and i informed him that he count wrongly. Then everyone laugh (: Once the lesson has ended, my classmates started to pass this comment around &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually Han told me this during his class already luhs)&lt;/span&gt;: he likes you what, say favourite student that's why got extra marks. That was totally unrelated and what the hell can. So, i had to live with it for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly Marina lesson was cancelled due to H1N1 case. So we didn't have to go there for our lesson. However, the lesson was still on so we had to go back to SP for that one hour thirty minutes lesson. Sounds sucky right and the lesson starts at 3pm. If don't have his lesson, no school already le. But too bad his lesson still on. However, i went to school early to watch the guys play street soccer. Crazy right Hidayah when she can use the time to sleep more. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went for the Oshima trip briefing. One thing that i must get it done asap is to renew my passport. My, what a total aargh-ness! When can i find time to do all this stuffs? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; There are many things to be done sia. Actually, for the post, i want to be in-charge of accounting when Han started to point finger at me to do the webpage for our trip. Wa lao eh can (: Capt Raj made it as if we all got many times to spare like that to go for a swim, play softball and all those stuffs. Like i've told you, some people are still wavering but i hope that they or he or she will go in the end &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(please please please)&lt;/span&gt;. No kaki no fun liao. It beats the purpose lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with the guys today at FC2 because i lazy to travel to other foodcourts and i'm sick of eating at FC1. I'm the only girl there. After having our lunch, we lepak for awhile and they started talking about &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;/span&gt;. I'm used to it already but their one more deep man. WAHAHAHAHA! Then afterwhich during the BST lesson doing CPR right, the lecturer was not around and guess what Shafiq did. It was so damn hilarious luhs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or was it sick)&lt;/span&gt; (: But who cares? The whole lot of us had fun watching it. They used my phone to record it. It will be a hit if the video is uploaded. Seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-347622770585929784?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/347622770585929784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=347622770585929784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/347622770585929784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/347622770585929784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/crarious.html' title='Crarious!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-8713733222359732147</id><published>2009-07-06T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:25:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You by the light is the greatest find&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of wrong, you're the thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it through the lonely to the other side&lt;br /&gt;You said it again, my heart's in motion&lt;br /&gt;Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Watching the shadows burning in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and I'm terrified&lt;br /&gt;For the first time and the last time in my only life&lt;br /&gt;This could be good and it's already better than that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's worse than knowing you're holding back&lt;br /&gt;I could be all that you needed if you let me try&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/18995987-8713733222359732147?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8713733222359732147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=8713733222359732147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8713733222359732147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/8713733222359732147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/terrified.html' title='Terrified!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-5938561624398802498</id><published>2009-07-05T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:57:25.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP CR 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to watch the National Day Preview &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, not really preview but the combined rehearsal)&lt;/span&gt; courtesy of Miss Gan Jing Han. Thanks a lot babe (: I appreciate it a lot. And thanks to her too, for four consecutive years, i've been watching National Day Parade kind of live can. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Jealous or not? Confirm jealous one right, haha. I bet no one is luckier than me with the exception of the NDP EXCO personnel's family and friends luhs. However, i still hope that i can get the NDP ticket live again eh this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Han at City Hall at 3.15pm and it turned out that i'm super duper early can. She was just at Boon Lay when i told her that i've just arrived. Went jalan-jalaning at Raffles City Shopping Centre to kill time. I didn't know how many rounds i've made at the basement there. When i was about to leave the place to meet up with Han, i just realised how stupid i am. Why? Because i completely forget that there's Perlini's Silver at level two. Oh shit! Damn wasted man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked all the way from City Hall MRT Station to the Singapore Flyer via Marina Square to meet up with Han's friend to collect the tickets. Along the way, what can i see was a sea of red. Confirm chop go watch NDP one luhs they all. It was damn obvious luhs. Could see their excitedness at their faces okays. Who sia not excited watch NDP? While walking towards the Singapore Flyer, there were many barricades around luhs so i don't know whether we should be walking there or not but who cares? No one stopped us what so it should be perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the guy, Han's friend, in his Number One uniform waiting for us at the ticketing office for Singapore Flyer. Wa lao he, so damn kecoh luhs. Talk a lot eh but fun (: He invited us to the floating platform to touch the cannon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know right this year the cannon gunshot is on a floating patform too right?)&lt;/span&gt;. But then Han don't want because it was damn hot seriously. Andand we took photos together luhs. Well, that's the most important part. WAHAHAHAHA! By the way, i'm thinking of replacing my tagboard to a photo gallery. How about that peeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue to enter the floating platform stretches all the way from Marina Square okays because need to take temperature luhs then we still have to cross the road and eventually, queue for the fun pack. Oh well, it doesn't sound that crowded as it appeared to be. Hyperbole (: The first thing that i did once i've taken my seat was to open the fun pack! Check out what was the goodies that we received. Ok luhs, not bad for a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall ratings for this year National Day- better than the last year in terms of the performance part. But last year one still rock okays. Why? Because of the ever super almighty Black Knights (: Like you don't know Hidayah like that. WAHAHAHAHAHA! But for me, my favourite part of the whole show are none other than the parade itself and the fireworks. I'll remember the pre-show forever can. Dinnered with Liang &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Han's friend)&lt;/span&gt; as he also watched the preview. Didn't know that Sara and Eugenia were there too until i bumped into Chu Yi and she told me about it. Andand, i reached home later than my sis who helped out at the NDP. Damn idiotic right. Nice one, Hid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-5938561624398802498?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/5938561624398802498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=5938561624398802498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5938561624398802498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/5938561624398802498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/ndp-cr-3.html' title='NDP CR 3!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6492405323143151357</id><published>2009-07-03T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:25:28.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i can heave a sigh of relief as MST Week is finally over! Yeah, no more papers to sit for for now &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;. Let's pop a champagne and let's party. But yeah, there's this point of time when i sigh, it gets heavy and heavier. You get what i mean? Hell ya (: However, i'm oh-so totally over it already luhs. Get on with my life as what's done cannot be undone. Why bother to think about it when it's all over right? So ya, whatevertheyous luhs. There's still Semester 1 Exam to buck up and just like what i've told the others- test only what, not exam. Andand Haikal, i will remember what you did last Thursday. You're so evil! Budak AI &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Anak Iblis)&lt;/span&gt; ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I'm selected to go to for the Oshima NCMT trip. I should be happy right but so sorry, i'm not. I'm feeling sad instead. No, not because i'm leaving during Hari Raya but because it appeared that two of my dearest friends, Asri and Han, waver. Totally what the hell okays. By the way, both of them got selected also. If like that, let's hope that the swine flu situation worsen and the trip, cancel. WAHAHAHAHA! You think i want to go Japan is it? I'm just trying my luck and it happened that i got selected. I want to go to MEL Camp can (: Whatever the case is, i'll respect their decision. Cheer up Hid, you won't die without them around but it would be even better if there's kakis right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school today when DNS 1A/01 don't even have to report to school. Why? It's all because of some clever idiot &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i'm being an oxymoron here)&lt;/span&gt; went to the Staff Room yesterday and touched on that we got no class today. Suay suay, Capt Frederick overheard their convo and called Capt Zahirin and asked him why the class is cancelled. What happened next was we were told to attend lesson as usual. Totally whatevertheyous can! Everyone damn bingit luhs what else do you expect? And we planned to wear home clothes. Like protest like that, haha (: Heck care luhs. Stayed in school for forty minutes before we were dismissed and guess where i went next? Lepak luhs what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lepaking with Asri and Han at Starbucks Suntec outlet there. Just the three of us as the rest of the class were planning to watch Drag Me to Hell at Woodlands Cineplex and i don't really feel like watching movie at that time even though i wanted to watch movie that much. Hmph, what do we talked about? Random stuffs. We just went on and on from 4.30pm to 7.20pm. But most importantly, i told Asri about my dream &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that was like finally can)&lt;/span&gt;. No, it should be nightmare for Han perhaps. WAHAHAHAHA! Comical huh my dream (: If you want to know what i dreamt, asked me nicely and i might consider telling you. If not, then it's too bad luhs. It's for we to know, for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back home with Asri as Han met up with her friend at Bugis. On our way home, in the train, there's this two Indian woman standing in front of us. We were sitting down luhs at that time. Asri looked at me and i looked at him. Then he asked me whether i think they are pregnant and i was like huh, i don't know. We laughed. Why? Because sometimes you can't differentiate between a pregnant woman and a woman who have a tummy. That was what i told him. Just like my cousin's case where she was mistaken to be pregnant. We felt quite uncomfortable and decided to alight even though it wasn't our stop. Idiot right both of us. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end my note, there's something to ponder about. Imagine you're waiting for a train and there's this lady, an old lady, who placed her bag just behind the yellow line and went to sit somewhere else. Would you or would you not approach her and told her that her act was inappropriate? That was what happened while Asri and me were waiting for the next train home. He asked me should he or shouldn't he but in the end, i told him, yeah why not? Because what if other people don't know and they report it to the SMRT staffs. It would be a cause of panic for everyone there right? His intention was good but hopefully the lady would understand his concern and Hid went shaking her head and a gave a few nudges. Nights peeps (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6492405323143151357?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6492405323143151357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6492405323143151357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6492405323143151357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6492405323143151357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/mst.html' title='MST!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2193308963917598615</id><published>2009-06-30T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:41:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck With Each Other!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Now i can say that i would not care if you were not there&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that i'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;And i can try to convince you that i don't need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are thoughts about you&lt;br /&gt;What can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Love is like glue and there's no way to tear us a part&lt;br /&gt;Because it's too late, there's no escape&lt;br /&gt;Might as well face that we're stuck with each other&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing i can do about it&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long, it's been too strong&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we belong here&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in love with each other&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2193308963917598615?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2193308963917598615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2193308963917598615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2193308963917598615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2193308963917598615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuck-with-each-other.html' title='Stuck With Each Other!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-9125613424664761851</id><published>2009-06-13T23:33:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:14:35.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dragged myself out of my bed at 5.20am today as will be helping SPRC to registration for the Rock Master Competition later on today from 8am to 12pm. Hopefully by doing for one slot got CCA point &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; I want to faster collect my CCA points then no need to go for CCA anymore. Wah, can like that one meh? I don't know. Will be trying that alright (: By the time i reached SP, the seniors all like just woke up like that. What the hell! Looks like they all overnight at school. Woah, best sia but then never tell us. If we overnight with them, no need to wake up that early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on. So i did registration with Han, Xin Pei &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yishun Town)&lt;/span&gt; and two Aeronautical Engineering guys, Jit Ren and Sean. When i first know that they were from DARE, i was like wa lao! But now, i have come to terms with it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually on the New Year's Day)&lt;/span&gt; and in fact, i love my course million times more (: Dora was always forever late. Oh ya, managed to get the Rock Master Competition event's tee &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went lunched together at FC 5 as it was the nearest. I was the only one who bought KFC as my brunch while the rest something from Bang Deli. After lunch, Xin Pei and Dora went home leaving the four of us behind. Han and me waiting for 3pm as there will be a bus to transport us to Yio Chu Kang Sports Complex for the soccer match. So we decided to tour around the school to kill time. Practically we were like the tour guide luhs since they were not familiar with our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought them to the library thinking that it was still open. And you know what? That was their first time visiting the library. Finally they knew where the library is. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Sounds so pathetic right they all. Next, we go down the staircase and that's where the adventure starts. They wanted to enter the library badly and by chance, Jit Ren opened the door and it was not locked. So we went in despite that there were actually CCTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the funny part- Jit Ren being an engineering student, was so damn curious to as to why there is a valve at the corner of the library. The valve fitting was in an upright position. He the so damn clever turned on the valve and the water was gushing out quickly luhs. Nice one man. As there's this saying curious kills the cat but now we're wet all thanks to him. WAHAHAHAHAHA! After which, we lepak for awhile before parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus to Yio Chu Kang Sports Complex and me and Han semangat Singapore Poly seh. Well, that was unintended alright as we're helping SPRC in the morning so ya. We reached super early luhs. Somewhere around 4pm when the match starts at 6pm? So we just slack there and talk cock one lor as usual. We boring already then we go to Cheers buy food &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yum yum*&lt;/span&gt; and saw Christine Francis. Floorball seh. Jannah is you're reading this she's from biomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the sports complex and saw Asri and Sulaiman. Wa, they almost late one lor but nevermind, still got time. Since Khairul brought his digicam along and we're not doing anything, we became like their official photographer seh (: Here are some pics on today's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126538111794434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SjhcwDX-PQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I3ArX3gZgTw/s200/DSCN9659.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNS Star Formal shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347929813181846066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/Sjep1J5s0jI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zMtUGRG_Glw/s200/DSCN9661.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNS Star Informal shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347929807969932882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/Sjep02fFVlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tjuTyuGHjWE/s200/DSCN9660.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNS Star candid shot.&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao, damn candid can especially the guy in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347929816015765986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/Sjep1UdXAeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/s16A1wnltXk/s200/DSCN9698.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was taken during the penalty shoot-out.&lt;br /&gt;Andand, they didn't know that their pictures were taken ah then.&lt;br /&gt;Nice right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931350493922402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SjerOo1dhGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/f9wQfM5_tgU/s200/DSCN9730.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them caught in action during the telematch.&lt;br /&gt;Their first game &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't know what it's called)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Blow the balloon, run with the balloon in between of their legs and burst it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931833770496642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SjerqxLk0oI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rj7Tap5Yack/s200/DSCN9743.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they're tired, they're never tired of taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;CAM WHORE!&lt;br /&gt;Worst than us, the girls lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, enough of the guys okays. That's only a part of the DNS Year 1 and Year 3 guys. Got more pictures than this luhs. Almost every pictures got his face can. Now, then i know his name. And that guy name's Hakim. Yeah, so whatevertheyous luhs okays. Enough on eye-candying alright as now, it's the girls time. We only took pathetic three photos compared to the guys. Rabak seh they all. But it's better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931358565041426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SjerPG5xBRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Jx0NCkUrkBE/s200/DSCN9752.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to take a photo together.&lt;br /&gt;If not, Khairul's camera will be packed with the guys photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931362052986002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SjerPT5W1JI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HCYXXteMTBM/s200/DSCN9757.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak semangat Singapore Poly.&lt;br /&gt;One day show.&lt;br /&gt;Complete madness alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347929805992303394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/Sjep0vHlGyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZLXdfMFLBy4/s200/DSC00151.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit, i totally love this picture can.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's captured using my phone camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, we emerged as the runner-up for the Seaman's Cup and we are the champion for the telematch. What more can we ask for right? It would be even better if we won the first place lor. Sadly, luck wasn't on our side. Dinnered at there as food was provided. The food was quite nice except the chicken curry. Salt must be cheap. After makan, leave the place around 8pm with Asri. And i hate the next part can. What a day Hid, what a day! WAHAHAHAHAHA (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-9125613424664761851?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/9125613424664761851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=9125613424664761851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9125613424664761851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9125613424664761851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/06/finals.html' title='Finals!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SjhcwDX-PQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I3ArX3gZgTw/s72-c/DSCN9659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3953922279085770162</id><published>2009-06-12T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:25:34.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mug Game's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine early in the morning as i planned to study today. Because if not today, when else can i study right? So right after my breakfast when over to Nee Soon East Community Club at 9.50am for my study lesson. Yeah, me alone. Cik Ila was the officer-in-charge for the day so ya and i was the first person to use the Reading Room &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; Super lame lor i know. So shiok man today, not many people using. I thought got a lot of people since it was a holiday but i was wrong. Maybe because it's weekdays bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised my Introduction to Navigation chapter one only but still need to many stuffs leh like memorising the terms and the calculation. Practically, i like spend the whole day mugging there lor. From 10.30am to 5.30pm, seven hours. Not bad seh. At the same time, i keep on thinking whether i want to go down to watch the guys play soccer a not. In the end, i decided to go down. WAHAHAHAHAHA (: Destress babe, destress. Study for so long then no reward. Like damn pathetic like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the Reading Room ten minutes before 6pm as i have decided to go down to Yio Chu Kang Sports Complex to watch them play soccer after much thoughts. Took the same train as Han but i just can't seem to find her. The train was so damn crowded can. The visibility range like how many metres only plus i'm not that tall luhs. In the end, met her up at Yio Chu Kang. Oh ya, Ashraf decided to tag along too. They were from Queensway Shopping Center to make our class shirt for the upcoming DNS Camp on 23-24 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round got one lady sitting next to us. I was like huh, who is this lady. Never see her before. Then i clever go asked Han and Ashraf who's mother she is. Curiosity kills the cat mahs. Because i cannot match her with any one of our guys including my seniors because they are so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;/span&gt;. You know what i mean. And i kena from both saying that i anyhow say one. Wa lao eh. Becuase i don't know luhs i go ask them both right? They bet she's one of the seniors girlfriend. Yeah, so be it luhs. So let's move on the the match shall we? WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who we against luhs but one thing for sure, it's one of the seafaring company and we won. So we will be going to the finals tomorow and that means will have to come down to Yio Chu Kang Sports Complex again. As usual, let them rest for awhile before home sweet home and watched the China Star team played. They are also playing tomorrow in the final for third and forth placing. Us? First or second placing. Isn't that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time, talked with the seniors especially him. That jerk ass &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a combination of a jerk and asshole)&lt;/span&gt; lor. I didn't know his name but ever since that incident so ya, i named him jerk ass. Hush, don't tell the others alright. WAHAHAHAHAHA! And ya, something happened when me and Han about to leave. Two incidents to be precised. I think i'm going to report that one incident to him. No, not that jerk ass but one of my friend. Confirm kecoh punye (: And don't worry, i'll be forever younger than your age okays &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*show phone show phone*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Got rock climbing activity that stretch from morning till afternoon followed by the soccer match finals. It's going to be a whole day for me! Plus i still have to come down on Sunday for the rock climbing regirstration again and 5N2'08 outing at Sentosa on Monday. Confirm i'll be damn exhausted on Tuesday one lor. Now started to feel the effect already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3953922279085770162?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3953922279085770162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3953922279085770162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3953922279085770162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3953922279085770162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/06/mug-games-day.html' title='Mug Game&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7697870565452046816</id><published>2009-06-11T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:02:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened an email from one of rock climbing senior saying that there will be an important briefing at 1pm today. I was like huh, what the hell, so damn last minute one luhs as the email reached me only at 12.01am. Can you imagine? What is the rest of them only check their emails in the afternoon after 1pm? Damn unlucky one lor. So i was like, should i go for the briefing or shouldn't i because it's kind of last minute and i don't feel like going out eh. If not going, i got one reason in my mind- oh, i haven't check my email yet so i don't know there is a briefing today. Totally what the hell lor. I heck care one and went to sleep. Let's think about it later on at the other part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours time, at 8am-ish, Dora messaged me. I was woken up by message ringtone can because i have a habit of sleeping with my phone beside me one ah. She asked me whether i'm going for the important briefing and i was unsure. Decided to go for it when she replied that she'll be coming. Got kaki. Then i go Han whether she need to come down for the briefing and surprisingly, ya. Because i didn't saw her email address on the list so i assumed only my group need to go. So we decided to meet up and Dora was late &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shake head shake head*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there slightly after 1pm but the briefing was not ready yet and so we waited and it started around 1.20pm. In the end, only ten to 13 people attended the briefing. It was like so damn pathetic can. Hello, it's important eh! And it was about the Rock Master Competition that we will be having on this weekend and they need volunteers for it. We were told that they need some people station at the isolation place and registration. Of course i'll pick the registration one right? Easy (: I looked around like not many people so i volunteered myself to be down for the two days and for two different time slots. Like they all kesian sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Singapore Poly at 2.07pm &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because apparently, i was busy looking at my watch)&lt;/span&gt; as i'll be meeting Jannah and Fatihah later on at Novena MRT for Jannah's medical check-up. Before that, went over to Moberly to get the white dri-fit SP shirt for the upcoming event. Don't wanna wear the cotton one as it will make you perspire like hell. And i thought i was late. In fact, i was the first person to reach okay. Not bad okay, the furthest person reached first while the one staying at Toa Payoh reached last. What the hell okays. Totally wrong ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching at Tan Tock Seng Hospital, after a precaution step against the stupid swine flu, must take temperature. So style one. It's just like taking a passport-sized photo. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Serious. Made our way through the hospital and up we went to the clinic. Waited for her name to be called. It was a long wait as usual so we kill the time by talking as usual. Then suddenly when it was about her turn, her mother decided to turn up. At Bishan already. No matter how much she dissuade her mother from coming, she still came down. Collected her medicine at the pharmacy and went makan at the Kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, Cotton On here we come! Fatihah's mother and two little sisters plus Matthew's mum taxied all they way from Orchard Road to Velocity just for the Cotton On. Tell you what. The sale for Cotton On was massive (: You know right how affordable is Cotton On plus the Great Singapore Sale. Lagi shiok &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*.&lt;/span&gt; I told myself i'm not going to get myself anthing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah, right)&lt;/span&gt; and exited the shop with two shorts in the plastic bag. $5 each. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Jannah didn't buy anything in the end while don't even asked about Fatihah. A lot. A total of $90 odd-ish maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 8.3opm and started planning for my tomorrow. I'm so going to study and for the semi-final, i'm not too sure whether i want to go down and support the guys. There are reasons to as to why i don't want to go. Lazy, need to travel and ya, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ahem ahem*.&lt;/span&gt; If you know what i mean. Of course you don't know one. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Let tomorrow decide on itself then i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7697870565452046816?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7697870565452046816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7697870565452046816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7697870565452046816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7697870565452046816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/06/ttsh.html' title='TTSH!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-9075306040209725878</id><published>2009-06-10T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:04:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPS Soccer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time, went studying at Nanyang Polytechnic today with Zakir. I wouldn't even call it studying lor. Seriously, i wasn't planning to study but to sort out all of my things so ya, in the mean time i can guide him along and he chose to do Science today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shake head shake head*&lt;/span&gt;. Science out of many other module? I even haven't revise on it yet luhs but at least i know something. It's way better than nothing alright. I continued doing my stuff while he revised his work. Then Jannah came along (: Yeah, she just completed her marathon. Wanna guess how much? 2.4km. WAHAHAHAHAHA! So cute eh her school. That one also want to call marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me and Zakir damn restless already and we started talking while Jannah do her stuffs. Been in library for almost an hour okays. We leave the place at 5.40pm as me and Zakir will be going over to Yio Chu Kang Sports Complex to support our DNS peeps. They got soccer match ah against other seaman? Asked Jannah whether she wanted to tag along and in the end, she changed her mind. Because all guys beb excepts me and Han. DNS, what do you expect? So i accompanied her for awhile while she making up her mind whether to return back to school or swim at the sports complex. In the end, she decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So only Han, Zakir and me were there to give those guys support including one of the lady &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whom i believe is our Year Three senior's girl)&lt;/span&gt;. The rest of them participated in the other seaman's game like table tennis and basketball. The match haven't even started but the guys were doing some warm up and training at the field leaving the three of us alone. And so we chit, chat and chatted lor. The group who sat beside us very funny one lor. They seriously can joke on anything. I tried to control my laughter and as always, i failed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team was the first to go. We against don't know what group luhs but one thing for sure, they damn Yishun Town can. Their jersey was yellow and blue. WTFH! Okay and this is where i'm going to write about the football stuffs but too bad, i'm not a good sports commentator so ya, i'm cutting this part short and go straight to the point. We won (: Can you believe it? Actually it's a tie 1-1 and then got penalty shoot-out and we beat them 5-4 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; Most memorable moment during the match? Got, only one. That was when Haikal saved the ball. The way he catch the ball from far eh, looks like as if he was playing volleyball and Zakir was asking me was it him or did i manage to catch that too. I did okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we all lepak for awhile. At the same time, were watching Kim's best friend's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt; team playing soccer. China Star. That was what they called themselves. By the way, ours was DNS Star. Frankly speaking, i have no idea who came up with the names. They were up next. All eyes was on the match can okays. They got a lot of supporter one le &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*surprise surprise*&lt;/span&gt; Had a ball of a time laughing and giggling at those jokes and comments made by our people and the group of uncle uncles who sat next to us. Yeah, i know it's evil but what's life without jokes right? WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back home with Han, Asri, Haikal and Hafiz as all was heading to the Jurong East via Woodlands direction. Andand for the very first time, i'll be alighting first. Because every time i go out or go school or go home from school with both of them &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Asri and Haikal)&lt;/span&gt;, they will alight first what. My, what a great discovery Haikal. Well done. I'm so proud of you dude (: Okay, enough of my nonsense and let's continue to where i stopped. Oh ya, Asri was sad that Haikal is not playing for the upcoming match as he have his ATC. Awww, so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 9.30pm and my mum cooked nasi lemak &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; I know i shouldn't be sighing .Tak bagus tau mengeluh depan rezeki. It's just that i grew sick of eating nasi lemak. Don't know why. In short, i don't like nasi lemak anymore. Make me wanna puke sia. Dengar pun tak boleh. But i still eat it luhs because if not, you know my mum will nag one. Not really luhs. She knows that i don't like to eat rice one. But then people cook so hard yet you don't want to eat then something must be totally wrong with you. Agreeable? So i eat and it was nice. Long time never it nasi lemak sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-9075306040209725878?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/9075306040209725878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=9075306040209725878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9075306040209725878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/9075306040209725878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/06/mps-soccer.html' title='MPS Soccer!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3185886027821275339</id><published>2009-06-07T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:02:01.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I see your face in my mind as i drive away&lt;br /&gt;Because none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing i know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;And i can't breathe without you but i have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe without you but i have to&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am and it feel like i just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of ending you don't really want to see&lt;br /&gt;Now i don't know what to be without you around &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3185886027821275339?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3185886027821275339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3185886027821275339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3185886027821275339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3185886027821275339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/06/breathe.html' title='Breathe!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3519260875629288844</id><published>2009-05-29T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:32:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a daily routine for me to go to school together with the guys every single morning and we always arrived on time on our lesson with the exception of today. Asri was late as he went for his check-up and so we chose to wait for him. It's optional one okays (: So, we boarded the 11am train when our lesson was supposed to start in 30 minutes time and at 11.50am like that, we entered our classroom with a nonchalant attitude. Because late means late already what. You can't hide the fact that you're late right? The truth is i scared like hell luhs can. But yeah, who cares right as the for the worst case scenario kena lecture. That's all. Masuk telinga kanan keluar telinga kiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when i entered the classroom. Damn, those peeps were making a lot of noise as if the lecturer were not around. But he's there busy talking to the guys and i took my seat lor, preparing for his lesson. Then i asked around whether he have taken our attendance and Jason said no. I was like yes, we're not going to be marked as late. WAHAHAHAHAHA! And he added that ever since captain came in, all they do is just talking as the captain didn't bring anything to his lesson &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yet again)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this thought came into my mind: don't tell me that we came all the way here for nothing. Because my class today got only one lesson which lasted for an hour and on the above mentioned was my lesson and we're not doing anything lor. Damn what the hell already luhs. And i'm still waiting for my captain to start his teaching. However at 12.10pm, he announced to the whole class that the class is dismiss and he would mark each and every one of us as present. Damn it man. I was like what the fug can. I might as well don't come to school lor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is Friday and we have nothing on after this, i was actually planning on my next activities on where to go and what to do as usual and i found myself in Changi Airport, WAHAHAHAHA (: Don't ask me why because lately i'm feeling so superly duperly crazy, mad and insane. Somehow i wanted to explode like that. That's why i went there even though i just went there with my course mate on Tuesday. Went there with Han and was accompanied by her friend, Wei Liang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at BK and all we do is just eat and chat lor. I was like oh shit, i'm eating at fast-food restaurant and i'm having my marathon like tomorrow. What the hell lors. But nevermind, doesn't mean got marathon cannot eat fast-food right. No one set that rule before so ya. After our lunch, made our way to T1's Viewing Mall. Upon reaching T1, i suddenly remember that it's under construction. Nothing much to see and so we leave T1 for T3. We went to the washroom first before leaving T1. So in short, we went to T1 to use their washroom. Damn pathetic can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to go to buy a cuppa and sit at the viewing mall when i saw a comfortable spot for us to sit at Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tree Leaf. We might as well lepak there one right. Bought our drinks and just relax. Decided to talk because i found the atmosphere so dead and there's a common issue that we could just go on. Unfortunately, someone else was there. So the feeling was uncomfortable for someone. We even kacau Mok online one lor. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Left the place around 3.30pm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unsure whether should i go for Oshima. It's one in a lifetime trip can. If i never go now, when will i ever go to Japan again right? $9oo for one week trip including accomodation and flight okay what. In fact, it's too good to be true. Besides that, i'm interested to go to other trips also leh. I don't know which one to go to luh in fact, haha (: Undecided. Oh ya, by the way, will be leaving for Oshima on 20th September 2009. Wanna know what's the big hoo-haa on 20th Sept, go and check the calander can. Hmph, should i stay or should i go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3519260875629288844?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3519260875629288844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3519260875629288844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3519260875629288844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3519260875629288844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid.html' title='Stupid!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6997837786658648104</id><published>2009-05-28T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:17:31.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduatiencer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we were informed by our personal tutor that today's lesson will ends at 12 noon as most of the SMA lecturers are involved in the graduation day ceremony which took place today at 2pm. So we all were like damn happy can. Why? Because we can go home early and since he said that all lessons end at 12 noon, it means that we got no Science lesson. No Science lesson means no ICA. However, we celebrated too soon. Actually there's still lesson one lor as suay suay the lessons after 12 noon are conducted by a part-time lecturer and a Mathematical and Science Department one which is not totally related to SMA lor. I saw that coming man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us damn gan cheong can as most of us either haven't done the trial quiz on bb or haven't study for the test. So our mind were occupied by lots of Science questions one. Luckily during ESK lesson, our lecturer didn't plan to do anything. He didn't bring anything to the class except for a folded sheet of paper and said that he was busy preparing for the graduation ceremony thingy. CC asked him whether we can revise our Science as there's going to be a test later and he said by all means. Then he leave the class. Super shiok can the feeling (: And we started making lots of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them left the class and went to the library to revise or canteen to eat as it was early, hello. Don't tell me you prefer having your lunch when it's full house. Common sense right. But i decided to stay inside the class and be a good girl and revise my work. Luckily i can get the concept right if not it's going to be a hellish for me. Left the classroom around 11.30am as the girls will be meeting Captain Thangaval around 12.40pm. Lunched with Kah Hao and his gang lor and he kept giving us questions based on the Science test topic. Thanks a lot y'all for clearing my doubts! Went studying with them in the class lor just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my senior, Suzhen before meeting up with Captain Thangaval as we're going to meet him as well. While waiting for him at the Convention Centre, saw Hamizan and Alif &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my SMAC FOC seniors)&lt;/span&gt;. Cheh, graduands sey you both (: CONGRATULATIONS! And out of sudden, Alif told me that Ahmad went in already. I was like huh, tell me for what but okay luhs, for my own information right? Shortly after that, they went in while captain just arrived. He was late can. No, not his fault as he went to his daughter's school earlier on for PTR. It's that time of the year. WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to end the conversation early and headed down to concourse as there's still some time left before our lesson starts. Walked with Suzhen as we're going to the same place. We talked about random stuffs along the way. Found out that she's actually from SJAB too. My, what a great discovery i've made (: Upon reaching the concourse, half of the place was filled with DNS students be it Year 1 or Year 3. Saw Mi Xue and Ekkachai as well. I always see them around lor. WAHAHAHAHA! Say my seniors, same school and same building. Dumb sia me. Who said that Mi Xue is not friendly? Friendly what. She always kacau me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time in my life, scored 75 out of 100 for my Science test &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; Can't score that much while i was in secondary school. Sucky alright. However, that's not a distinction ah but in any case, think about it this way- last minute study okays. Not bad (: This test compromise only 10% of our total ICA marks so it's like 7.5. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Highest score was 85. Scholar luhs they all. So what kind of impression do i leave you about my test? Easy right. Actually the test was a multiple choice question, haha. MCQ babe! Simply love it okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my lesson ended, watch the guys play soccer against our third year student at MPF. Went there to give our support. Before the match started, we placed a bet on the scores and who will win &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(money was not involved)&lt;/span&gt;. Mohan can become soccer commentator as his sideline lor, in a funny way. Sadly, we lose 4-1 to them. Mohan was right can (: And there were some unhappiness amongst them. Say soccer what. Tell me which soccer got no fight one? Lepak for awhile after the match and the guys were releasing their steams. Trained back with the guys and it caught me wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6997837786658648104?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6997837786658648104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6997837786658648104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6997837786658648104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6997837786658648104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/soccer.html' title='Graduatiencer!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4700644338842125959</id><published>2009-05-26T23:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:27:45.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOS Popeye's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today's lesson at Poly Marina was the shortest one i think. Practically, we went there and listened to Captain Bahktiar's lecture on basic safety for an hour before doing our practical. As for the practical, we were told to clear up the store room &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like spring cleaning like that) &lt;/span&gt;and washed the equipments. Played with water of course (: We used the trolley to transport things from one point to another point luhs because most of which was heavy weight. So when the trolley was empty, i asked my guy friend to push me. WEE! I'm the only girl in my group okays, remember? We even treated the cement &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(before mixing with water)&lt;/span&gt; like flour one okays and started attacking one another. I was mad at first luh because i was wearing my SMAC FOC shirt eh. It was Syafiq who started it first lor. Damn sayang one but nevermind, it can be cleaned. So we continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we went to the newly unfurnished staff room to do some rope splicing. The air-con temperature was just right man. Imagine after standing one hour in the hot, blazing sun. Wa, so shiok can. Sir thought us how to do splicing. When i see it for myself, i can understand but when i try it for myself, like what the hell can? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*scratch head scratch head*&lt;/span&gt; Could do it with more practice. Currently my school is busy right now as we're in-charge of the Singapore International Water Fest thingy lor and am thinking of taking part as a helper. By the way, it will be a two-day event from 20 to 21 June from 9am to 5pm at Marina Barrage. Come down if you're free! Maybe celebrate the 5NA'08 threesome birthday there too. See, you peeps are not forgotten (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three special moments to remember today. The first one was when we're going back to SP as the meeting point for the ship visit was at the lobby. Zakir left his shoe bag inside the bus and without realising it lor. Firdaus and me saw his shoe bag and decided to prank him. So once we've alighted from the bus, Firdaus asked him: "Oi, where's you're shoe bag?" He quickly chased the bus that was about to leave the stop and Syafiq, being the last person to alight, bang the bus real hard and the bus stopped. I could not take it and broke into laughter while Firdaus showed him his shoe back. Everyone was laughing like their heads off lor. You should have seen his reaction. Damn comical can. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that incident, while we were about to enter SP using one of its side gate, Helena can't seem to open the gate. She tried and tried and tried really hard but to no avail. Zakir decided to help her seeing she was having a hard time. Within seconds, the gate was open. You want to know why Helena cannot open the gate? Because she was supposed to pull the gate and not push it. Well hey, that reminds me of my camp days during the night walk. Shut up eh Ariffin! Yeah i know, panic attack. I was like laughing almost rolling on the floor liao as i still haven't got over Zakir's shoe bag incident. And my stomach really hurts can. The next one happened right after we have changed into our uniforms at FC 5, right in front of SP students. Wanna guess who was the bloody joker? It's me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot to take Haikal's bottle out from the ladies. Because earlier on, i drank from his bottle and carried it all the way with me luhs. I swear, it really crossed my mind. Padahal padahal i reminded myself not to leave his bottle behind but in the end, i still did. My reaction was very big luhs. I "oh shit" thrice and quickly made my way back to the ladies to retrieve his bottle. To my surprise, my friends were still waiting for me outside FC 5. I thought they have left without me as we're running late. They asked me what i left behind &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hiding Haikal's bottle behind my back)&lt;/span&gt; and i answered nothing lor. I quietly sneaked up to him, returned back his bottle and apologised to him. Felt bad luhs because not my bottle. At least i have a guilty conscience can andand after that, only they knew what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembled at the lobby and off we go for the ship visit thingy. What i was told is that the ship have just arrived in Singapore for a couple of days and it's still new. And so with the ship captain as our tour guide, he brought us around his ship. My god, the room is super nice can. Just like a hotel room (: We even went down to the engine room to look around and at that period of time, i'm happy being a deck cadet. WAHAHAHAHAHA! The gulley, kitchen, was big luhs and if at your home you have your own walk-in wardrobe, they have a walk-in freezer and refridgerator. So how, cannot challenge one right? Managed to climb up the Monkey Island even though it was drizzling. That was crazy but fun and we behaved like a monkey can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were dismissed at Pasir Ris MRT Station, might as well make full use of it right and that is let's go to Popeye's and have our dinner. In the end, only nine of us went. Me being the only girl again but who cares right? Going to Popeye's was my brainchild can. We checked out T3 outlet first and it was packed. Decided to take-away and eat at viewing mall. Instead of sitting at the chairs, all of us made a circle and sat down on the floor. Like camp like that. WAHAHAHAHA! Stayed there after dinner for awhile to lepak plus we touched on many isseus that revolves around us. We left the place approximately at 8.45pm. Bused back home with Haikal and was lucky that my lesson starts at 8.30am tml and i got no homework. Yay-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-4700644338842125959?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4700644338842125959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4700644338842125959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4700644338842125959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4700644338842125959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/vos-popeyes.html' title='VOS Popeye&apos;s!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6089935731484534339</id><published>2009-05-23T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:46:06.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up with Amelia, Chu Yi, Swee Yee and Jessie at 10.30am at Yishun MRT platform to collect our Adidas Sundown racer's pack together. However, only Swee Yee turned up as the rest of them overslept. Same goes to Siti Fatihah. You must be honoured ah i call you your full name. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Then i looked at the watch, alamak, it's 10.45am already. Si bei jia lat. Die-die must leave Yishun already or else i'm going to be late lor. Why? Because i still have to rush down to Beach Road to collect my school uniform at 12 noon so ya. In the nick of time, Swee Yee arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we trained down to City Hall and made our way to the collection point which was at Millenia Walk. Actually, we only knew it's at Millenia Walk but not the exact location and so we were like okay, let's follow some people. Because who knows they might ended up collecting their racer's pack together with us. And we were like busy discussing and choosing who might be heading down to the same place as us. Our pick was someone who dressed sportily. Isn't it obvious enough? DUH! Upon reaching Millenia Walk, i was like- there, those guys &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like i know them like that lor)&lt;/span&gt;. Was happy to see them again luhs because somehow we lost them in Marina Square. This shows that we guessed correctly lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to SCSM, the queue was much more shorter and faster. There weren't many people around leh. Don't know why? Maybe some of them damn excited and collected their racer's pack yesterday. What's more the collection point is at town. Very convenient i guess. Good luhs not many people around. Don't have to wait for so long one (: Luckily before we left the place Swee Yee checked our event's t-shirt. We were given the wrong shirt. Instead of the Women's 10km, he gave us the 42km shirt. And out of curiousity, we asked luhs whether is that the right shirt and yes, we were wrong and the lady gave us the correct shirt. Once we saw our event's shirt, we were like- wa lao eh, shouldn't ask for a change lor. Why? The previous one was nicer, red (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Millenia Walk around noon and Han texted me saying that she had reached Lavender already, waiting for me. I was like okay, i'm on my way there. By the time, i reached City Hall MRT waiting for the train, she called me. This time round she told me Haikal and Syafiq were also waiting for me. I was shocked luhs. I thought i'm meeting her alone then why suddenly got two extra peeps. Weird. I told her if they don't feel like waiting for me, then go ahead without me one. I don't mind one. Upon reaching, those three peeps gave dirty looks can. My bad. I know i know, the ship has sailed right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the tailor shop and collected my uniform. So happy that they were ready &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smiling from ear to ear*&lt;/span&gt;. My, finally what a relief! But i need to pay an additional of $10 for the alteration luhs. I don't know what they alter but nevermind, i got my uniform already so whatevertheyous luhs. Waited for the rest to collect their uniforms and headed down to Keypoint's toilet to try out our new uniform. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Sounds shiok right i know. I have no complains with regards to my uniform except that i hate the pants can. It's a guy's pants for goodness sake. No ladies pants. And the pants was like balloon luhs. Looks like i have to send it for alteration liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Army Market. Were there to look for boots. Funny right got uniform but no boots. Got boots luhs but it's SJAB one. Hello, five years old already can. Don't tell me you expect me to wear it lor. Mad. So we combed the whole area to look for the best bargain. It took us like forever to find one. Oh ya, we also bought the shoes for our water activities too. I spent a total of $45 on boots and the shoes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ka ching ka ching*&lt;/span&gt; Rip off can! Somehow i still don't understand why my friends said that i'm rich lor. They got to be kidding right? Orang punye susah korang mane tau and nampak kan. Marah seh Hidayah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back home instead of bus since most of them taking train. We went separate ways as some live at Boon Lay luhs, Pasir Ris luhs and whatever luhs leaving me and Haikal. We trained back home together lor since we are the North peeps- I live in Yishun while he, Admiralty. Nearby only right (: Yeah, so ya. As always, bounced back like you don't know the both of us like that. Since both of us were tired &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(me from waking up early in the morning and he who slept for two hours due to camp)&lt;/span&gt;, slept throughout the whole journey. Basically, that's how i wasted my half a day. Am still tired lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6089935731484534339?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6089935731484534339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6089935731484534339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6089935731484534339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6089935731484534339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/uniform.html' title='Collection!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-257864361544533382</id><published>2009-05-21T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:21:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh Eh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Boy, we've had a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;And i wish you the best on your way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd fall out of place.&lt;br /&gt;I had something that i love long, long.&lt;br /&gt;But my friends keep telling me that's something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Then i meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;And eh, there's nothing else i can say.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he never looked at me that way.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't care about you.&lt;br /&gt;Just that things got so complicate.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you never looked at me that way.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is eh, eh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-257864361544533382?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/257864361544533382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=257864361544533382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/257864361544533382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/257864361544533382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh-eh.html' title='Eh Eh!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-3849193120906373522</id><published>2009-05-20T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:32:16.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Han's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is today? No, it's not just any other Wednesday but it's Gan Jing Han's 17th birthday *clap clap* Finally, you're one year old older but too bad i'll be always an year older than you (: WAHAHAHAHAHA! The day started out just like any other day where we enter the classroom and sit down quietly and do our work. Then suddenly while we were on it, the door opened and of course we all looked luhs and there they were, holding a birthday cake. So sweet-er can. That was such a surprise surprise you know. If i were the birthday girl, damn touched lor. Actually today also Thet Tin &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i prefer to call him thirteen can)&lt;/span&gt; birthday. So it's like two-in-one celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the lesson stopped and all of us gather to celebrate their birthday. Captain Raj was so damn happy i tell you. Why? Because he actually saw that our class got the bonding spirit, haha (: And he also added that this was what happened when you have female cadets in your class. It adds colour in your life. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Proceed on to the cutting the birthday ceremony, i seriously didn't know how many times we sang the birthday song &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(three times maybe?).&lt;/span&gt; Like forever can. Someone shouted that we should have bought a wedding cake instead of a birthday cake. Joking of course. Crazy sia my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday peeps were then given a moment to say whatever they wanted to say. And for the very first time, Thirteen cracked a joke. It must be my lucky day i guess (: "I'm very thankful for all of this but ... where's my birthday present?" That was what he said. Damn laugh out loud can. It was a mango cake and since it's like nine in the morning, isn't it too early. So most of us decided to share the cake lor. The remaining of the cake we shared it with class '02. Actually it's for the birthday peeps but then captain said that we should share, later they all jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the cakes, there were actually leftovers and it was kept as a hush hush in our class. Why? Because the guys wanted to sabo the birthday peeps. So right after lesson, while we were on our way to SoftApp class, in the lift, Han was cornered and was begging the guys to let her go but it's too late as the first slice of the birthday cake landed on her face. Then came the second one. WAHAHAHAHA! That's why we were advised not to come to school on our birthday. Because we either kena throw into the water during our Poly Marina lesson or something bad will happen to you in school or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually planned to eat Pizza Hut, FC 5 there but in the end we ended up at FC 1. Why? Because later most of us will be donating our blood so nearer mahs. I just tag along and accompany them only. While at the blood donation place, was finding 101 excuse to get away from Han as me and Dora have yet to complete the gift. Managed to find a quiet spot and do the work. I swear people looked at us like one kind like that. Because there were many lollipops around us. Seventeen to be precise and we're making it into a bouquet if you know what it is luhs. So heavy can but it's nice luhs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us an hour to complete this and that luhs. Han was getting impatient and kept calling and texting us. I was forced to lie can. No choice bahs. But i believed she knew something was not right luhs when i refused to let her to go to the office &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because i said that captain was looking for Dora, it's a lie alright)&lt;/span&gt;. By the time we looked her up, it was like 30 minutes later lor and we appeared with a very hot pink plastic bag in our hand. Yes, that was her birthday present (: Hope she'll like it. It was something simple though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we celebrated her birthday second round at Jurong Point's Swensen's since the girls couldn't make up their mind and there's no budget so ya. Just go there, eat and have fun. Ordered the platter first while we're waiting for the student meal. Oh my god, you peeps should check out Swensen's for their student meal especially Deal 2. Two ice-cream for $9.80 ++ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(prices excluding the service charge and blahblah)&lt;/span&gt; but in any case, that's a steal alright. Worth it can (: We were like in the Swensen's for an hour and a half before heading home. And yes, she loves her bouquet of lollipops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-3849193120906373522?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3849193120906373522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=3849193120906373522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3849193120906373522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/3849193120906373522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hans-birthday.html' title='Han&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1691432441652708404</id><published>2009-05-19T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:41:14.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Drove A Boat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time, Hidayah was late for her class. WAHAHAHAHA! However, she was not alone in her quest. She was accompanied by Helena, Zabib, Zakir, Firdaus, Dora, Haikal, Asri and Haziq. The whole lot of us were caught in a traffic jam lor that lasted for about ten minutes or so. By the time we reached Poly Marina for our lesson, it was already 8.30am. And of course our captain's face so black. Don't forget DNS favourite catchphrase- the ship has sailed (: But the good thing was that he did not mark as late. Why? Because he did not want us to be barred from taking the examination papers. Seriously speaking, it's better for the whole bunch of peeps to be late rather than you alone right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember today's practical like forever can. It was my first time manourve a boat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt; My god, the feeling was undescribable can. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Can you imagine that you drive a boat for the very first time without any training or simulation thingy going on? This is mad man but i like (: At for the very least, my boating skill smooth okay unlike some people start engine terus speed. Lagi worst! I volunteered myself to be the last one to go. Why? Because in the meantime, i can learn and register it to my brain cells so that i won't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're doing rescue mission, the other group did man overboard. They all know how to jump in the water, get wet and enjoy only ah. Like fun like that they all do the man overboard. I also want to join in the fun but then i go and think again. Andand what i heard from my group guys were they really went overboard while practising their man overboard training. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Sounds so wrong right (: But ya, accidents do happen so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at West Coast Park's McDonald's outlet for the very first time with Han, Hanisah, Double O' and Khairul. The place is big and was crowded with school kids and workers. Actually that McDonald's is not that accessible luhs provided you have transportation and it got me wondering why those school kids sanggup travel that far just to eat McDonald's. One more thing that's so totally unrelated: their outlet are generous with their curry sauce serving compared to our school. WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my lesson ended, as i was about to leave the classroom, i was stopped by Ekkachai as he wanted to ask me something. I was like huh, what again? Anything but the same old question. But this time round, he asked me why the girls and Cindy like so distant like that and i told him luhs that her boyfriend from that clique one. Then when i was in the toilet, the senior, Mi Xue &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now then i know her name)&lt;/span&gt; asked me the same thing. Looks like my year three seniors question marks are cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich i quickly changed into my running gear and went running at West Coast Park. Alone. Okay luhs, i was not alone as i was accompanied by my handphone. Counted? It was damn hot okays. I should have brought my cap along but nevermind, i go and run under the shade. If not, i would have covered the whole West Coast Park leh but sadly, i didn't &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;. Next time round then. I clocked a total of one hour. When i was walking back to the Poly Marina &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(where i placed my stuffs in the locker)&lt;/span&gt;, guess what? The security officer was ready to lock the door. So i quickly ran in and grabbed my stuffs. Wa seh, i thought he said Poly Marina closes at 8pm? Cheated my feeling only (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home time was so sucky can. The timing for the bus 175 was like forever late especially peak hour where it supposed to be fast? And by the time it reached my bus stop, it was packed but i still managed to squeeze in lor. Followed by another traffic jam that i have encountered for the day. Wa lao eh can! Don't even start on the mrt trip. Forever pack. Alighted at Bukit Batok and bounced back because i was super tired and i don't wish to stand for the rest of my journey back to Yishun okays. By the way, many thanks to Haikal for this idea (: If not, i'm going to sigh, sigh and sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1691432441652708404?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1691432441652708404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1691432441652708404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1691432441652708404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1691432441652708404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-drove-boat.html' title='I Drove A Boat!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6703331934192135926</id><published>2009-05-15T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:50:50.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's totally ridiculous can.&lt;br /&gt;I totally cannot understand what's with the question.&lt;br /&gt;Curiousity kills the cat i know.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so damn foolish luhs.&lt;br /&gt;I even didn't know how to answer or react to the question asked.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to ask when in doubt right (:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not this time.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have asked when you even know the answer to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;But it's good as i've cleared your doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, i'm confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Confuse because why are you asking me this kind of question.&lt;br /&gt;Or is there more that i should know?&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/18995987-6703331934192135926?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6703331934192135926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6703331934192135926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6703331934192135926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6703331934192135926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/confuse.html' title='Confuse!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1646614533161817116</id><published>2009-05-14T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:36:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from Captain Raj during ESK module and we were told to meet him in his office. So Cindy, Han and me thought he would like to get out feedbacks regarding yesterday's interview with PIL luhs. Dora and Helena absent. We actually sneaked out out of the class when he was busy teaching this one group during tutorial. Did so because he didn't quite like the idea when we told him that Captain Raj want to see us during his lesson. We quickly ran out one lor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching his office, we were told to sit down. I was like huh, how to because got only two chairs and there was like three person right now. There's this beach chair behind of me. Takkan nak ambik pulak and i told Cindy to sit down on the other chair because i don't mind standing. In the end, my butt landed on the beach chair. Wow, so shiok! But still i must sit properly luhs. Etiqutte (: I was kind of bored, thinking of the possible questions that he might asked us andand guess what? I was wrong can. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Damn paiseh luhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know what he said? He said that out of the five girls who went for the interview yesterday, only three were selected. I was like shit sia, who could the three girls be? Of course i wanted to be one of those three girls that he just mention but the question now is who. Damn suspend can (: Captain Raj continued and said he's interested in Helena, you and you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pointing towards Han and me respectively)&lt;/span&gt;. Hell ya! I've been accepted by PIL under shipboard placement &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually i'm more keen on sponsorship than this but let's be practical can)&lt;/span&gt; but who cares? I was on the cloud nine can. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Felt like screaming my lungs out but silent scream again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, my heart ache luhs. Felt sorry for Cindy and Dora as they were not selected. Dora was sick and i was wondering whether she has been affected by her illness. It's like it would be even better if all of us have been accepted even though during attachment we'll be at different vessel. Whatever the case is, i'm stress-free for now. The rest part of the stress is still yet to come and that is to score a minimum of 3 for my GPA. AARGH-NESS! But i believe i can do it. Yes, i can (: No, die-die i must. So ya. So do i still want to look out for any other company? I also don't know but i don't mind giving it a try but tak baik kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it'a total unrelated to the previous story luhs)&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be donating my blood (: WAHAHAHAHAHA! It's going to be my first time. Going to be only. Because one shouldn't be sick on the day that they'll be donating their blood what. Hopefully i'm fit as fiddle on the day itself. I know i know, you'll be going something like this: i thought she's underweight, am i right? Yup, underweight if i go hospital and donate and not this one because the minimum weight is 45kg and i'm like 1.1kg heavier, so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening you know. Up till now we still haven't get out uniform yet. And once we do get our uniform, we have to wear in as soon as possible. It's infuriating ah because i still have to alter my uniform. Why? Because the size came in small, medium, large and so on and so forth. No extra small. Starting was custom-made but now, hais. Hopefully he alter my one for me. As for the pants, we tried the guy's pants and naturally for the zip part it was long. Hopefully, yet again, he would change it to the ladies one. I don't know, something like that maybe? Aiyo, so many people complaint about the tailor. And for the cap, it would be the guys one. WAHAHAHAHAHA! We asked permission already. In short, we want our uniform soon can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! Will be meeting Jannah and Fatihah soon. This Sunday. To celebrate Fatihah's belated 18th birthday. Sorry luhs all was super busy and our timetable clashes so ya. No chance to meet them at all. Will be going to the place where Jannah recommend &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for the very first time)&lt;/span&gt;. Even though it would be a short meeting cum gathering or what i would love to call it- a ketchup session, i'm appreciative enough to see the two of them. Luckily two, if more how? Other than that, enjoys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1646614533161817116?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1646614533161817116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1646614533161817116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1646614533161817116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1646614533161817116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/pil.html' title='PIL!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7317137047473356830</id><published>2009-05-13T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:25:03.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two Wednesdays straight in a row, i have to dress in a proper formal office wear. Why? Because the interview for shipboard placement and sponsporship always falls on Wednesday. So i got no choice but to wear formal wear to school. Andand, my friends will always disturb me this: BS. Damn irritating lor. If not, they would say i enter the wrong block. What the hell okays (: I swear i was freaking mad when i heard those casual and passing remarks at first. But after awhile, i too join in the fun. Business and Nautical Studies are way too different but too bad my course is definitely better luhs. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an all-girl interview with PIL. Luckily the time was pushed from 2pm to 3pm if not Han die liao. She didn't bring her certificates along, only her resume and so we cabbed back to her home right after lesson which was at noon. Luckily she stays in Boon Lay. Imagine me not having the certificates with me? Lagi worst! That would be time consuming. So we lunched at her neighbourhood there right after retrieving those documents and cabbed all the way down to PIL Building at Cecil Street there, near the CBD area. We were caught in heavy traffic for about five minutes or so. That scared the hell out of me okay. So many what if's started to appear in my mind and it was just like two in the afternoon. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Comic right Hidayah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Cecil Street, someone was somehow confident that we reached first. So we decided to chill out at the coffee club next door, just ordered something and slack &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and of course contacted the rest of the girls on their whereabouts)&lt;/span&gt;. By the time the order came, we received message from Dora saying that they've reached the place long time ago. WA LAO EH CAN! So Han quickly finish up the drink that she ordered, coffee mixed with tea &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that sounded so euh-ish right?)&lt;/span&gt; and left the place and entered PIL Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview started at 3pm and we have 20 minutes to spare. So we just sit down there and chit-chat and it's about Cindy with youknowwho luhs. Helena was so random and asked me this: "So Hidayah, when you want to find yourself a boyfriend?" Instantly my jaw dropped. It's even faster than i blink my eyes leh (: "Tomorrow". That was my answer alright. Joking of course. Fine, i'm unattached, is there any problem? WAHAHAHAHAHA! Cindy was forever uptight luhs. She kept on reading something that she has written earlier on. I don't want to look at her. Make me gan cheong only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along Captain Thangaval, the interviewer and invited the five of us into a room. Basically he just gave us an idea or the desired outcome of this interview. After the short briefing, the interview started. Individual of course (: Han was the first one to go and the rest of us left the room ah and we decided to arrange ourselves in number sequence. I was the third to go! There's a reason to as to why i wanted to go third lor. Like you don't know like that. Dora was the timekeeper for the day. She followed the clock closely and monitor our timing. Han clocked in almost 40 minutes while Cindy, 30 minutes or so. I was the next to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i was a little nervous, i must die-die appear confident right? Took a seat and the first question he asked me was am i nervous? Hell ya! He told me to relax while he took his time to go through my certificates and resume. By the time the interview had started, i was totally relax &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;. Of course he asked me the same old question luhs but nevermind, he needs to know what. On top of which he asked about relationship thingy, food wise, how well do i get along with guys blahblahblah and kept reminding us that this is a male-dominated line. Ya ya ya i know what am i getting myself into because if not, i wouldn't be joining this course in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walked out of the room, it felt so shiok or great. Thumbs up to the interview. Oh man, i totally love this interview can (: I gave it my all and ya, let's see how it goes. Went to lepak at Starbucks for awhile to get it all out of our chest of what telah happened in the interview room and someone was pissed off can. It all came down to conscience babe, conscience. While we were walking back to the MRT station, i smiled to myself. Why? Because we totally blend in with the crowds. WAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7317137047473356830?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7317137047473356830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7317137047473356830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7317137047473356830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7317137047473356830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/05/interview.html' title='Interview!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7530919285513456907</id><published>2009-04-29T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:41:31.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I guessed that i read and thought too much from it.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid LOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring.&lt;br /&gt;Make me think lots of stuffs only.&lt;br /&gt;My imagination was running wild okays.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;However, thanks for the memories aites (:&lt;br /&gt;So sweet-er.&lt;br /&gt;It actually got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first and the last time i'm going to read and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;The book was not mine, belong to someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;You give me for free also i don't want &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(maybe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank yous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7530919285513456907?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7530919285513456907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7530919285513456907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7530919285513456907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7530919285513456907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hearts.html' title='Hearts?'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-491249306235781942</id><published>2009-04-28T20:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:45:43.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly Marina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly Marina lesson was a total hit today. Why? Because half of the class, group one and group two went out for an hour boat ride out to the sea on one of Singapore Poly very own yatch, SP @ Dover. All super hyper lor. I thought both group go together but ended up one group go first because the yatch can only take up to 12 peeps on board. In other words, i'm the only girl in the first group but who cares right? Even before we went out to the jetty, all cam whore already. WAHAHAHAHAHA! All thanks to Endi. He brought his brother's camera, Nikon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the very damn expensive, big and professional one)&lt;/span&gt;. Because we all scared sekali Captain Raj asked us to do presentation. So better be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifejacket is a must for all water activities unless stated otherwise. While i was putting on my lifejacket, those guys from NPCC said that our lifejacket mustn't be above your ears when you pull it upwards because if not, you confirm will die one. I was like shit. I'm so dead luhs. My jaw dropped almost instantly lor. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Then i quickly tightened the strap. Some more i don't know how to swim. Lagi worst. But nevermind, Haikal also like me what. Cannot swim and same size &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i heard that he's underweight?)&lt;/span&gt;. Anything we just die together lor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was lucky because capt told us that we would be riding on the powered life boat to RSYC where he parked the yatch while the other group took a ten minutes walk down there. Low tide babe that's why he cannot bring the yatch over. Once we reached RSYC, Haikal was like was it him or the platform was floating. 100% sure he got sea sick ah. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Went onboard the yatch must take off shoe okay and that's where i learnt the simple rope works and things to be done in order to sail off. Super fun and it's all about hard work too luhs. Must do this and do that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i'm not complaing, it's just that i don't know how to put it into words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, so conclusion is that i must eat more and gain more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all those stuffs, i quickly asked the rest to go to the bridge to enjoy the view. Who say cannot one? We just sit and look around lor. Learnt about the instrument onboard the yatch and its' function, how to use it and blahblah. The fun part has got to be using the binoculars. All things appeared to be very large. I forgot it's magnification luhs. Then we just sit there, chit-chat and enjoy the wind. Plus taking lots of pictures too (: Each and every one of us got a chance to steer the yatch for the feeling only so *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clapclap&lt;/span&gt;*. Better than nothing okays. Nothing much luhs because we going on a straight course but we must occasionally do keep a lookout for any floating objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once we had enough, we went down. Wah, shiok man, air-con room finally (: The yatch is fitted with two bedroom, toilets and a small kitchen. The master bedroom is attached to a toilet. So cool because you'll never thought that's the toilet door. The bed was tempting ah. It's calling my name. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is what happened when you don't sleep enough. And the guys were enjoying it luhs. Enough fun inside, we went outside to the deck and soaked in the sun. Damn hot i tell you. It's a must to take photo shot and Syafiq and Haikal were doing the Titanic pose. Feeling seh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And in a couple of minute after that, we reached RSYC and the other team was waiting for their turn. They said that Pierre Png together with another MediaCorp artiste was here for filming. Wa seh, wasted (: Capt told us to walk back slowly to Poly Marina. Somehow all of them walked so fast. I don't know for what luhs. In the end, all of us lepak-ing downstairs because the other group still got class and we all started chatting. Double O shared with us his NS days &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(some parts are rated M18)&lt;/span&gt; and he's actually the winner for Lee Kuan Yew Gold Medal Award *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;throw my hat off my head&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Managed to survive the another lesson which lasted for an hour. Glad that it was over soon. Every Tuesday is The Prata Cheese shop day because that's the nearest halal shop around besides McDonald's at West Coast. We ate damn slowly luhs because it was raining and we were waiting for it to stop. And every Tuesday is also our PG Day. Only Dora, Han and me know what it stands for. Sounds so chim but it's actually nothing big, haha. Managed to drag Endi with us and so, all the cam whore thing started. Thanks Han! And that's how we wasted our 3 hours break. Dora, *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/span&gt;*, i know what you did on 28 April 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-491249306235781942?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/491249306235781942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=491249306235781942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/491249306235781942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/491249306235781942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/poly-marina.html' title='Poly Marina!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2734453121042599287</id><published>2009-04-24T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:31:13.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY CLASS! So, how many of you dare to say that just after five days of school in an all brand new poly life? Some will agree while others confirm will say that they prefer secondary school life more. For me, i'm going to stick with my current class. I'm not saying that my secondary school life sucks okays. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Maybe because in my course, there's about 50 students and we were then divided into two classes. So naturally, we stick and gel together especially the girls as there's only six of us. We all love our course okays. 1A/01 rock, rule and reign (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me talk about my classmates or course mates. Their age ranges from 17 all the way to 31 years old. Two have gotten their driving license and doesn't mind to give us free ride back. Double O' picks up the tab. Of course there's smoker amongst them but not the girls. Helena is from ALAM, Malaysia's version of SMA and she went seafaring before but as an engineering cadet. We love listening to her experience and she's a good teacher too. She looks, speaks and behaves like Miss Zara. Scary right? We got no student from China unlike DMTM but there's one from India and few others from Malaysia. Zabib confirm become our cadet captain &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(class chairman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; And that's about it ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were told by Captain Raj to make a decision on where do we intend to go for the overseas fieldtrip programme. Actually i wanted to go for the MEL camp and Japan Exchange Programme but got lots of people applying for that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt; So i applied for Siberian-Russian Programme and the Shanghai one plus Japan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ye lar, i know i tamak can)&lt;/span&gt;. My heart break sia. But nevermind, leave it to him as he got the final say man and i hope i can go Japan? Whatevertheyous luhs okays. What's more important right now is to start saving up for any one of the trip can already. Anywhere will do except for Malaysia, haha (: Besides that, i've still have yet to write my resume for the upcoming interview. Shipping company here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be wearing our uniform in about two to three weeks time. So now, all the girls agreed that they have to crack their brains on what to wear daily. And i still have yet to buy a leather-laced shoe lor &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(boots)&lt;/span&gt;. Once we've started to wear the uniform, the guys are going to do something massive. WAHAHAHAHAHA! And that is to go to the business school or foodcourt 6. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should i follow you you tell me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To check out all those pretty girls mahs. I don't know pretty or not luhs. It's for them to know, for they to find out. But stupid right walk from one end of SP to the other end. But what to do, perempuan punye pasal (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to the Singapore Maritime Week which was held at Suntec City. Got a chance to meet other students who majored in maritime as well. Everyone was looking forward to it because we can pon the class. Trust me some lessons are so damn boring especially ESK where most of us couldn't figure out what the lecturer was saying. Most of them dozed off in the first lesson or busy eating at the back of the class. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*tsk tsk tsk*&lt;/span&gt; His favourite catchphrase: the ship has sailed. WAHAHAHAHAHA! There's nothing much for us to see as the exhibitions were mainly for business thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, Han, Hanisah, Cindy and me went jalan-jalan around Suntec area. So we walked from Atrium One all the way to Atrium Five and all the way to Marina Square. Along the way, Cindy bought a blazer from Cotton On for only $20. Damn, i was tempted but i resist it. Then we went around looking for bag as Han planned to buy a haversack. We were at Suntec where Hanisah had to go off to join her family for dinner and we made our way to Marina Square. Our legs were aching from all those walking and we rested at Starbucks before we continued walking again. I reached home around 9pm when we were dismissed at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm head over heels over this song. Can you believe it? WAHAHAHAHAHA! Confirm cannot one right. Yeah, i know that but you have to. Last night while i was on the phone with Asri &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not that Azri from 5N2 but my new classmate)&lt;/span&gt;, i'm going insane luhs. Why? Because he was listening to that song. It was damn loud and clear luhs. That song really boosted up my energy that was running flat at that moment. I was exhausted as i've just reached home and had to get back to him as soon as possible because of admin stuffs. And yeah, i got friend to go to school with. That's so random luhs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2734453121042599287?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2734453121042599287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2734453121042599287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2734453121042599287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2734453121042599287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-days.html' title='School Days!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6355644434383933763</id><published>2009-04-08T23:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:21:23.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-SMA FOC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i've just finished packing up my stuffs for tomorrow's camp. It's a four days and three nights freshmen orientation camp. Don't even bother asking me where are we going to stay during the camp because the fact is, i also don't know. WAHAHAHAHAHA! Probably in a chalet bah. Because last year when sis went for her freshie camp at ntu, they stayed at Aloha Changi Chalet. Well, that was just a wild guess of mine (: It might not necessarily be true but let's hope that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nike tote bag is full. Thanks to the new item added to the list: formal wear. Nah, not really luhs. Actually it's the *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;*. But shouldn't be complaining too much because by the end of the camp, my bag would be lighter and have more space. So, let's just bear with it okay. Looking forward for that day to arrive &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even when the camp hasn't started)&lt;/span&gt;. If not, my bag looks like it will explode any moment now. WAHAHAHAHA! And my shoe bag is heavy. Because need to bring two pairs of shoe- one for jetty jump which i don't think i'll be doing. Think only okays. Whatever the case is, i'm so going for kayaking if there is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'm going to take the train all the way to Dover tomorrow. Thought of hitching a ride from Cik Ha but she's too early. 7.30am okays. I think by that time i just wake up. Oh man, some more peak hour. I would not be complaing if my bag aren't big okays. So people do look out for a santa claus coming your way tomorrow (: HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have yet to complete the PrepMath thingy. So far, i've already done Lesson 1 and 2 and got four more lessons to go. Hopefully i have the strength to complete Lesson 3 and 4 on Sunday night. If don't have, must find one. WAHAHAHA! Oh shit, but Monday's the orientation already and i need to report at eight in the morning. This is nuts man. Aiya, won't talk about it anymore. The more i talk about it, the more tension i will be. Even my sis said nonsense lor. Hais, but what to do? Just let take this chance to ketchup with my past school work. It's a good thing alright people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6355644434383933763?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6355644434383933763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6355644434383933763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6355644434383933763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6355644434383933763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-sma-foc.html' title='Pre-SMA FOC!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6045770865679021505</id><published>2009-04-06T00:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:29:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Flood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired, exhausted, sleepy and all those words sewaktu dengannya. Right after the class outing at Sentosa on last Saturday which occupied one-quarter of my day, i rushed back home. Nah, not really home but my forth aunt's place for family gathering. What made it worst was there weren't many fans around even though there were many people at her place. I perspired like mad okays. It felt as if i was having my bath because my body was partially drenched- in sweat (: Luckily we didn't stay that long. I know i sounded evil but try to be in my shoe then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 10pm plus and took a bath, finally. It was heaven! After which, i quickly packed up my things as i was sleeping over at my last aunt's place for the night because the next day will be going to East Coast Park, hehe (: Sorry Jannah because i pang seh you. So right after i packed up my things, went over to my second aunt's place which was nearby because my last aunt together with the rest of my family members were there to watch soccer as always. Left her place slightly over midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, went to East Coast Park with my last aunt's family. They had their own picnic while i went out for a jog. Can you believe at ten in the morning when the sun is out? But the lucky thing was the weather wasn't that hot as i expected it to be. I clocked in slightly over an hour. Start jogging from the Sunset Bay all the way to SAFRA Resort if you know where they are. Didn't go any further than the resort because one of the signboard says: next drinking stop 7900m. The number was enough to make me nervous so i quickly made a u-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back to Sunset Bay was killing me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but i'm glad that i'm still alive)&lt;/span&gt;. I told myself to keep running because the clouds didn't look too good and made it on time. It started to rain once we hit the expressway. Just nice. Nothing much too say since i was tired but i didn't sleep okays. As always, i will look out out of the car's window on the journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I clearly remember and 100% sure that i say OHMYGOD under my breath while we were driving at TPE because the clouds that gathered there were different. I don't know how to say it in words but, it just different. Way different. If you were observant enough or a sky lover like me, you will instantly know that something was wrong when you look at it. The first things that came to my mind was tornado. I know it sounded bizzare but ya. A tornado in Singapore, my what a joke, who would buy that right (: Then my mind wandered off to what to do in when you're caught in a tornado. Sorry la because i'm a Discovery Channel and National Geographic person. The thoughts perished just like that ending off with a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until when i was at my first aunt's place &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah, i know i got so many aunts)&lt;/span&gt; to visit her as she was down with diarrhoea from eating rojak from that Indian Geylang stall that was on the news like hot pancakes that i got to know that there were actually flash floods in various part of Singapore around mid-day. By the way, my aunt was fine except that she was a little bit feverish. Back to the news, it was reported that one of the resident in Tampiness recorded the twister look-a-like forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, my jaw dropped. I was like- wasn't that what i saw just now afternoon, with lots of invisible question marks above me. And i told my aunt of course. Even i was caught disbelieved alright. My, what an encounter. Luckily we weren't driving along those roads while it happened because if not, we would be caught in the flood. What a spot on Hidayah (: Okay, now i can study meteorology already. WAHAHAHAHA! No need as my course already offering meteorology as one of my module. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the flash flood that occured in various parts in Singapore in yesterday afternoon or the video that was recorded by one of the resident in Tampines, please visit the following website: &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/420283/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/420283/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6045770865679021505?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6045770865679021505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=6045770865679021505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6045770865679021505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/6045770865679021505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/flash-flood.html' title='Flash Flood!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7991734649786991319</id><published>2009-04-05T23:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:59:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-visit Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my way down to Sentosa yesterday for the class outing. It has been two years since i last stepped into Sentosa ground. The last visit was with the whole class during the Beyond Classroom Day while we were in Secondary Four, remember? Had a lot of fun back then. Even Miss Zara miss those days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We was supposed to meet at 11am but due to our class favourite disease, it has been dragged. Jannah and me went jalan-jalan at Vivo City first while waiting for the girls. In fact, we didn't know how many times we walked at Basement Two. WAHAHAHAHA! It's nearly lunch time but they weren't there yet, so decided to brunch at Burger King. A few minutes after we've just started eating, then came along Pei Jing and the girls. Passed her the free tickets as promised and told her that we would not be joining them. It was silly of her to believe us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Sentosa, in the tram, something happened *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng&lt;/span&gt;* I was breatheless, panicky and almost died for the second time. What else can make one person nervous other than losing his or her valuables? Shit man, my valuables were out of my sight! I was on the verge of breaking down because i happened to store in my four month-old mobile phone in the wallet together with some cash, bank card and most importantly my IC! Imagine how stress i was back then. What a relief when i felt vibration when Jannah called my number. My, what a close shave (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the tram for nothing as they were somewhere near the Beach Station. Alright, it was my fault okays. It was a surprise to see that some of the guys there. Who said they are not coming huh? Rested for awhile before the girls invited us to play Captain's Ball but we declined, saying that it was hot. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;padahal padahal&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, we were planning something else for a short while only and off we go. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the three of us ended up at Imbiah Lookout at their sky train and luge counter. WAHAHAHAHA! The luge was fast provided if you don't brake all the time but it would be better if you don't brake at all because you will get an adrenaline rush just like me. After the luge, it was time to ride the sky ride. In the beginning, all went well and we even smiled at the camera. Little did we expect that someone cried while we were halfway through. It was damn hilarious luhs (: We even bought a photo of us in the mid-air for a memory sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the rest back afterwards and only to find out that we would be playing Captain's Ball together with the guys. Divide ourselves into two teams and so the game started. My, what a game! There weren't any rules- you can kick the ball, no out, push the opponent that was holding the ball, block the keeper and even the keeper can run. That was a total fun okays. Decided to call it a day at 5.30pm because it was going to rain and going off somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brave through the rain and walked to the Beach Station to take Sentosa Express back to Vivo City leaving the rest at the beach. After which, we chilled out at Gloria Jean's Coffees for a cuppa and dinner. Fatihah was first to realise that there was something wrong with the bill. I double checked it and yes, there was a mistake in the bill but in a good way. We paid less than what was expected. Apparently, that guy gave us discount. WOOHOO! Managed to ketchup for awhile before we left Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i was pressed for time, i really did enjoy myself. But it would be better if we didn't have anything on next or there weren't bad weather to spoil the day. I managed to see some of those classmate of mine after a long time i believe and that answered my question of what telah happen to them man. Let's have another outing then, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-7991734649786991319?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7991734649786991319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=7991734649786991319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7991734649786991319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/7991734649786991319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/re-visit-sentosa.html' title='Re-visit Sentosa!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-4798719385420904385</id><published>2009-04-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:43:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never notice how you stop and stare whenever she walks by&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t see me wanting you the way you want her&lt;br /&gt;But you are everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;She don’t even know you&lt;br /&gt;She's never gonna love you like I want to&lt;br /&gt;You just see right through me but if you only knew me&lt;br /&gt;We could be a beautiful miracle unbelievable instead of just invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a fire inside of you that can’t help but shine through&lt;br /&gt;She’s never gonna see the light&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;And all I think about is how to make you think of me&lt;br /&gt;And everything that we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shadows in a faded light&lt;br /&gt;Oh we’re invisible&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna look in your eyes and make you realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna show you she don’t even know you&lt;br /&gt;Baby let me love you let me want you&lt;br /&gt;You just see right through me&lt;br /&gt;But if you only knew me&lt;br /&gt;We could be a beautiful miracle unbelievable instead of just invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile&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/18995987-4798719385420904385?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4798719385420904385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=4798719385420904385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4798719385420904385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/4798719385420904385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/invisible.html' title='Invisible!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2835612039550518496</id><published>2009-03-19T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:12:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>Went to Cathay Ang Mo Kio Hub to watch &lt;strong&gt;COMING SOON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;With Swee Yee, Chu Yi, Li Na, Wang Feng, Benjamin and Chon Mun.&lt;br /&gt;We were late for the movie &lt;u&gt;as&lt;/u&gt; we went in around 2.45pm-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Chon Mun was late while the girls went down to get some food.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the movie started late luhs though it said 2.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;Probably those cinema workers were waiting for us &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, we would miss the starting part &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; like the 4bia the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to watch with the girls luhs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the guys sat somewhere else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;apparently&lt;/u&gt; Wang Feng was screaming her head off luhs okays.&lt;br /&gt;Even the peeps who sat in the front and back row of us, complaint.&lt;br /&gt;Say horror movie what so must scream &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when i watched horror movie, i'll &lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt; laugh one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i don't know why some said that the show is a bore.&lt;br /&gt;I just found the movie not bad luhs &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; value for money just like 4bia.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because i've been wanting to watch this movie perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Got a little &lt;strong&gt;aftermath&lt;/strong&gt; too from watching the movie &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the very first time, i let out a scream just on that one part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to McDonalds right after the show for a chat luhs.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, i went to NTUC Income to pay my dad's road tax.&lt;br /&gt;So what do we talked about while we were there?&lt;br /&gt;Whatelse but our &lt;u&gt;current affairs&lt;/u&gt; like our going to be poly life and &lt;em&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I left the place about 6pm because will be meeting someone else so ya.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the day out y'all &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2835612039550518496?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2835612039550518496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2835612039550518496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2835612039550518496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2835612039550518496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2809499951791460230</id><published>2009-03-17T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:11:00.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Only Me When I'm With You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Friday night beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;In a field behind your yard&lt;br /&gt;You and i are paintin' pictures in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the crickets sing&lt;br /&gt;Everything i need is right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only up when you're not down&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground&lt;br /&gt;It's like no matter what i do&lt;br /&gt;Well you drive me crazy half the time&lt;br /&gt;The other half i'm only trying to let you know that what i feel is true&lt;br /&gt;And I'm only me when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small town boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to figure out what is and isn't true&lt;br /&gt;And i don't try to hide my tears&lt;br /&gt;The secrets or my deepest fears&lt;br /&gt;Through it all nobody gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know everything about you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live without you&lt;br /&gt;And you know everything about me&lt;br /&gt;You say you can't live without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm with anybody else it's so hard to be myself&lt;br /&gt;Only you can tell&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2809499951791460230?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2809499951791460230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2809499951791460230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2809499951791460230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/2809499951791460230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-only-me-when-im-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m Only Me When I&apos;m With You!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-83999566936842313</id><published>2009-03-16T22:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:14:29.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrolment Day!</title><content type='html'>Made my way down to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Singapore Poly today together Chon Mun.&lt;br /&gt;Since our enrolment day falls on the same day, might as well go together right?.&lt;br /&gt;The train ride was almost killing me &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; must bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, probably because of the weather and i was famished at that time &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;u&gt;hoping&lt;/u&gt; that they weren't many people around.&lt;br /&gt;Say today last day what, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, not many people were around luhs.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have to wait that long for my turn at those stations.&lt;br /&gt;With the exception at the matriculation and student card part.&lt;br /&gt;And i &lt;u&gt;thought&lt;/u&gt; that they were going to&lt;strong&gt; photoshop&lt;/strong&gt; my photo just like ICA.&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to lose the card out of purpose and make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;But the more i look at my student card, not bad huhs &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after completed all those stations, exited the place luhs.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; thing that greeted us was the CCA booths or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;And we were attacked by them to join in the camp and whatever luhs.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, SMA booth was outside and i was &lt;u&gt;hunted&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl asked me which course i belong to and no, not DMR or DMTM.&lt;br /&gt;With a BIG wow from her, she called someone else okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand when that person turned around, i got big shock luhs.&lt;br /&gt;Want to know who that person was? *jeng jeng jeng*&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahmad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the other Ahmad) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Damn shock i tell you and so we did some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ketchup&lt;/em&gt; for awhile first &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, was told to join the SMAC FO which i gradually did so.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't join it just because of him &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; no harm making new friends right?&lt;br /&gt;After all, i only know some of my seniors and not the newbies, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i could lay my hand to that Fujitsu L1010-HSP notebook.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; my dream notebook but it beats not having one around.&lt;br /&gt;Took great pain &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like real) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to do what we were told to do at SP.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, thank you Chon Mun for helping me to &lt;u&gt;carry&lt;/u&gt; my notebook &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for you, they will deliver it up to your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a pizza advertisement to me but hey, i'll be ordering one later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-83999566936842313?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/83999566936842313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=83999566936842313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/83999566936842313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/83999566936842313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/2009/03/enrolment-day.html' title='Enrolment Day!'/><author><name>H I D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02515580358150462904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2664998783265552868</id><published>2009-03-15T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:20:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Okay, i was not supposed to be at the IT Fair 2009 but i did!&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Suntec with sis to buy a &lt;u&gt;new&lt;/u&gt; digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;The current camera that we have is 5 years old already *&lt;em&gt;clapclap&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Pricing wise for Sony W170 was not bad luhs i guess.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, they threw in four 4GB memory card and &lt;em&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Simply love the colour because so damn striking &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; of my camera can use the same memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Cik Ha off yesterday as she's off to Perth for overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;This time round &lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt; weeks with her NTU course mate.&lt;br /&gt;Once she's back in Singapore, i'll fulfil one of the wishlist item in the box &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two weeks, we all will suffer &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; Akyla *&lt;em&gt;sobsob&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;She will be staying with us for this two weeks except for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Because all of my other aunts want to look after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to dinner at Popeye's but didn't because of long queue.&lt;br /&gt;The waiting time is around 30 minutes according to my experience.&lt;br /&gt;So decided to &lt;u&gt;leave&lt;/u&gt; the place with empty stomach to Bedok Corner okays.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's near to the Changi Airport, why not there right?&lt;br /&gt;Finally i can eat my Nasi Ayam Penyet and drink ice-blended oreo soymilk &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, happened to watched District B13 yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;That is definitely a &lt;strong&gt;fantabulous&lt;/strong&gt; show i must say &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth watching but too bad can't catch it at cinema anymore, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Little wonder luhs they &lt;u&gt;won&lt;/u&gt; they Oscar Academy Award for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like watching that show all over again okays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-2664998783265552868?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-6654062584127793422</id><published>2009-03-11T21:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:31:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consecutive Outing!</title><content type='html'>Went out with Swee Yee, Anuar and Chon Mun this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia couldn't join us today as she &lt;u&gt;injured&lt;/u&gt; her arm.&lt;br /&gt;The swelling worsen or something like that luhs.&lt;br /&gt;As always, we were &lt;u&gt;clueless&lt;/u&gt; where to go to and headed to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;It was only decided while we were on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the &lt;em&gt;oh-so-most&lt;/em&gt; craziest thing in the train &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way from the tail to the head just to find Swee Yee.&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;includes&lt;/strong&gt; going out of the train and re-entering it twice.&lt;br /&gt;Once at the head, we found out that she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of mad luhs because if not, we walked for nothing okays.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she was there on the same train &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; almost at the first cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Suntec's Eng Wah Cinema upon reaching.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a gore movie entitled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BLOODY VALENTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For the very &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; time, i watched a 3D and M-18 movie *&lt;em&gt;clapclap&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we asked them whether they check by year or month.&lt;br /&gt;Must thank me okay because i save the day &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went to Bugis to take bus service from there.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at Bugis Village for awhile as Chon Mun wanted to buy bermudas.&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick one &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; we went in for the &lt;strong&gt;second &lt;/strong&gt;time for shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Andand, we went to my chill out place to hang out &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We placed our order and played that game again luhs.&lt;br /&gt;Swee Yee emerged as the winner lor though she was losing at the start.&lt;br /&gt;What a change of luck i guess, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-6654062584127793422?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/6654062584127793422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-2314227508515196572</id><published>2009-03-09T22:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:50:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BON VOYAGE!&lt;br /&gt;본 보야지!&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT JALAN!&lt;br /&gt;いってらっしゃい!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Awul, cousin;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324962980174226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SbkraG3fmZI/AAAAAAAAATc/TPq2z4PUzjY/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="5" /&gt;off to Kowloon, Hong Kong for 5 days for his poly attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; forget to get me something there &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to inform you that my digicam is cranky, OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;going to get a &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; one soon okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Amy, cousin;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324967148323810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SbkraWZQg-I/AAAAAAAAATk/UrItVRBa1sY/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="5" /&gt;off to fulfil his duty as a Singapore citizen.&lt;br /&gt;National Service luhs what else &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to buy the currypuffs from *&lt;em&gt;youknowwho*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must start listening to &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to Ahmad;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not the Ahmad from 5N1 but a diff one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who will be serving his National Service too tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;happens to be in the same camp as Amy.&lt;br /&gt;andand of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY&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/18995987-2314227508515196572?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2314227508515196572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=2314227508515196572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-7237544886264217863</id><published>2009-03-08T22:58:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:22:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kak Nurul's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>I opted out of my normal pumps or flip-flops to a pair of heels today.&lt;br /&gt;Say my cousin's wedding what &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i was planning to wear my Charles &amp;amp; Keith's high heel.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do so &lt;u&gt;because&lt;/u&gt; i was the child minders for the today's event luhs.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who would wear high heels and chase a little kido?&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She must be out of her mind then or might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;colour code&lt;/strong&gt; for the bride's family was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; for the female.&lt;br /&gt;For the guys, they could choose either &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; maroon&lt;/span&gt; and black.&lt;br /&gt;They can even choose to wear&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; luhs &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, all wore &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; because you know right the story behind &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That was why they &lt;u&gt;die-die&lt;/u&gt; didn't wear any &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; top, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course everyone was exhausted from being a help.&lt;br /&gt;However, i believed that they all leave the place&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;happily ever after &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even with the mindset of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; reporting to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that wasn't really the main highlight okays.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding wouldn't be a success without our helping hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for everyone *clapclap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #92b6d0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture of the Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; picture that i took)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311227676548893250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Dplc-GMPpw/SbVFboXrikI/AAAAAAAAATM/eyG2Jn2yXxk/s200/DSC00041.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ended&lt;/u&gt; up at Yishun Neighbourhood Park &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many people there since it is a weekday, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i am getting kind of sick from running there but what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Can't find anymore places near my housing estate.&lt;br /&gt;But heys, i got the swing to look forward to after each run.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; totally &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; going to run around the circle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Because i've found the &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt; or agony to be precise, to run upslope.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds mad i know but kind of fun &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm doing research on what kind of notebook to buy.&lt;br /&gt;SP throw in &lt;strong&gt;great saving &lt;/strong&gt;and also &lt;strong&gt;free goodies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However, i still have yet to ask Uncle Johan about it &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notebook meet both the school's requirement and my own.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt; have to make my down to IT Fair next week can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting hitched in two more days, yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;And today is her &lt;em&gt;berinai&lt;/em&gt; session which means henna art in English.&lt;br /&gt;Though i know why the bride must wear henna, can i opt out?&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; like henna because it looks hideous and took months to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me, i would prefer nail polish instead &lt;span style="color:#92b6d0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUDjgRvrapc/Tyk5P4olzVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ikDSM59fxas/s220/296035_10150312959361709_624966708_7898484_1893623633_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995987.post-1674982602862831403</id><published>2009-03-01T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:02:15.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I don’t think that passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;Has ever looked this good to me&lt;br /&gt;He tells me about his night&lt;br /&gt;And i count the colours in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair&lt;br /&gt;I’m laughing 'cause i hope he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think it ever crossed his mind&lt;br /&gt;He tells a joke, i fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;I know all his favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you his favorite color is green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth&lt;br /&gt;His sister is beautiful, he has his father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you asked me if I love him, i’d lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around the room&lt;br /&gt;Innocently overlooks the truth&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t a light go on?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t he know that i’ve had him memorized for so long?&lt;br /&gt;He sees everything black and white&lt;br /&gt;Never let nobody see him cry&lt;br /&gt;I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands there, then walks away&lt;br /&gt;My god if i could only say&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding every breath for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d never tell you but he can play guitar&lt;br /&gt;I think he can see through everything but my heart&lt;br /&gt;First thought when i wake up is my god he's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So i put on my make up and pray for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i could tell you his favorite color is green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue, oh and it kills me&lt;br /&gt;His sister is beautiful, he has his father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you asked me if i love him&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me if i love him, i’d lie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995987-1674982602862831403?l=hid-alwayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hid-alwayz.blogspot.com/feeds/1674982602862831403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995987&amp;postID=1674982602862831403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1674982602862831403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995987/posts/default/1674982602862831403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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