<?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-6444085</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:44.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Lay Dying</title><subtitle type='html'>Down The Hatchet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-113536034169730830</id><published>2005-12-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:52:21.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Issues: Hang or not to be Hang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus of this entry is the death penalty to drug traffickers or anything that is deemed to be officially astringent. Well I actually would not have shed light on this matter but the way things turn out to be after the prosecution of Nguyen, i just had to avert my homeland Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Tuong Nguyen,or should I call him "goodman" since he is well-liked by many australians, imported 396g of heroin. That's a shitload of drugs man. He was caught while trying to smuggle the drug through immigrations at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;He was convicted and sentenced to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the twist. Many people of Australia want him to live. I dont know. But they just did. Let me see. He smuggle in drugs to distribute to the youths of Singapore. Contaminate their minds and waste their lifes away. And they still want him alive? Its easy to say for you cause it is not affecting to your country. How can a drug trafficker be let of scot free? Come on. We are not a country whereby possesion of drug is legal. Hell. Which country does. And when the supreme court held his trial, Mr Nguyen's plea for clemency was denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some website even blocked Singaporeans off their sites. Stating that the death penalty is inhuman. What crap. Do you Australians want your children to be drug abusers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A group of hand rise up instantly at the back of the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Ok. I know where you are from. Anyone else that agree except for those minority at the back that wants their children to be *some undescripable word* and die horribly? Well, no one. This death penalty in Singapore is to deter traffickers from abusing my country Singapore. It'll steer the bad drugs away from our youths and make this country healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, why in the first place this fucking traffickers even attempt, i emphasise ATTEMPT, to bring in such drugs. All of you know that Singapore dogs a superbly trained. Their skills at sniffing are honned at the maximum level. I emphasize MAXIMUM level. So please, dont even attempt to bring in. Dont even think about it. Dont tarnish Singapore good name. Just so that you are caught and you are ocnvicted to the death penalty, doesnt mean your country plea will help u. Fat hope. I think its not even fat. Its fatter than fat which is fatter than the previous fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us look at the statistics of drug abuse in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Melbourne survey found two in three young adults used cannabis in the past 12 months, and one in three used ecstasy or other drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. No wonder. No wonder all of you decide to support him. No wonder. Oh ya. Oh ya. No wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-113536034169730830?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/113536034169730830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/113536034169730830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113536034169730830' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112896518697161072</id><published>2005-10-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:26:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm agape at how this world go round. Its not that i'm complaining or bla bla but issues depend on what perspective you take. Recently, two bloggers got.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. I'm not going to continue man. Singaporeans are too cognizant. I wouldn't want to be the next blogger charged. Every little thing want to complain. Very minute thing also want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no. You say I'm stupid. I'll see you in court,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My fingernail broke. See you in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't like me is it? See you in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aiyaaa, Escalator soo slow. See you in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aiyaa, I feel hungry. See myself in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dont like your face, See you in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dont like you. See you in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dont like myself. See Myself in court, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112896518697161072?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112896518697161072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112896518697161072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112896518697161072' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112662897380623995</id><published>2005-09-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:29:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm abash at how this world go round. Rape. Have  you noticed or just let it past that only women got rape? Why doesn't men get rape too? Stereotype? I think its not. Its more  of human nature that we think women are weak so men are overpowering hence rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why cant  it be vice versa?  Women are powerful too.  Try breaking  a stick? Seems easy? Try breaking a whole bunch? Hard? Women in pack packs a punch. So why not gang up together and choose a male as a victim. Although obviously the men will certainly not report it since he's not at the losing end, its definitely a first in everything.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112662897380623995?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112662897380623995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112662897380623995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112662897380623995' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112634972044302811</id><published>2005-09-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:56:21.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caste System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that "Class/Superiority" of races is tacit in our society today. Although i might not see it, i can surely experience it. And i believe too all of you too must have similar experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our society today where the government stresses on living cohesively with different races, i feel that certain of us do regard their race as more superior. I particularly feels that the older generation are the main lot. We, teenagers, seem well to gel with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many instances as to why i feel the incommensurateness in races. Everyday as i go to school and back, when i go out to places, i will find these "incidents" a bit here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this first time when while waiting at the lift landing, a Chinese lady came by. Upon arrival of the lift, i board it first so that in my opinion i can hold the door for her, BUT, she said to go first. Well i thought that she was probably waiting for the others but it happened a couple of times. I saw her prejudice against Indian people too. But why cant you just take the lift with the other races? Are we that filthy that you're scared that we will dirty you beautiful, white, crumpled, ageing, dying skin? Well you deserve my squalid remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mrt, what irate me the most is that Chinese adults will give their seats only to Chinese senior citizens. It was a bright sunny day on that very prejudice day, i was sitting diagonally to this Chinese couple. The mrt stop. An old Indian lady came in and searched for an empty seat but to no avail. Thus she stand infront of the couple. Next couple of stops though she managed to find and empty seat and relieved herself. After that stop, and old Chinese grandpa boarded the mrt and INSTANTLY they gave up their sit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Vulgarities here ]&lt;/span&gt; What the hell is wrong with that Chinese people. Its not as though that Chinese Grandpa is going to die faster than that Indian lady. My god. Oh shit. I should say ALLAH. Cause you chinese people use God too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old generation Chinese feels that they are on top of the hill. The summit. Well, they're the ones that gonna die first anyway so why care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malays too have their prejudices. But of course not as rampant as the Chinese. What particularly irks me is that the Malays have too much of assumption. Firstly they assume that the Chinese do not bath in the morning. They "believed" that the Chinese is scared of the cold water in the morning thus they dont bath to work, school or play. But i really hope that this is truly biased and please Chinese people do comb your hair or at least make the effort so that the Malays dont have this negative thought. Another thing is that the Malays always, i stress always, think that Indian smells. Everyone smells. Seriously you should smell your armpits and then you'll find the Indian smell nicer. Come on. Everyone has the own body odour. Whats so special about the Malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indians are maybe the most respected lot to me. They have been through soo many prejudices that they find it rather straining to really care about it that they just continue on with their lives. If they see one fellow they dont like, they'll just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahmama undilee apilisamy dey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Just whack him dey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112634972044302811?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112634972044302811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112634972044302811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112634972044302811' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112618447357650172</id><published>2005-09-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:01:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taufik fans shut-up. My Blog. My Say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighting the recent "ambassador" for the anti-smoking campaign is none other than our mod Taufik Batisah. I've got nothing against him. Respect him. Against all odds he won the Singapore Idol but I vividly remember, crystal clear, he once said that he picked up smoking in his teens because of peer pressure AND to be cool. So what's the issue here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you let a rapist marry the victim? Well maybe in India. Will you let a HIV-positive donor donate blood? Well maybe in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the connotation here. Well its simply as saying you wont let a criminal be a president. Its teaching our children that they can pick up their first cigarette. Waste their 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 years away and then quit smoking. Is that what you want? Well i'm sure my parents will agree to that. I know all the critics will shout, scream, wail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about giving them a second chance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ask you again. What about giving that guy who killed Huang Na a second chance? Remember the lady that was dumped in the Kallang River? What about giving the murderer a second chance? What about giving the retainee a second chance to take his exam? What about giving EVERYONE a second chance? What about giving Osama a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back. Ask yourself. Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112618447357650172?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112618447357650172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112618447357650172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112618447357650172' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112616962070941674</id><published>2005-09-08T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:53:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bossy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Pessimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not-Organised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Clubber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Smoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bossy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore all of the above is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beguiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112616962070941674?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112616962070941674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112616962070941674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112616962070941674' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112601468993639662</id><published>2005-09-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:51:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In this neverending plight for security, mankind has turn to many ways to feel safe and secure. But is it really proliferant? Does it really give  you the sense of security? Are you just doing it  just to follow the herd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns out to be some hijacked plane crashing into two buildings now have become a major and worldwide issue now. Terrorism. Ask yourself. Do you really need the security from it? Do you? Whats the use of security when places still get bombed and they still say that their security are tight. Well maybe i need to do some hypothesis testing to find out if this claim is true. Many countries have vouch that they have tighten the security in order to bridle terrorism. But is it enough? Why does places still get bombed?  Madrid bombings and the recent London  attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first foretold "a great thunder" in "the City of God": &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;i&gt; "In the City of God there will be a great thunder, &lt;br /&gt;Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb", &lt;br /&gt;The third big war will begin when the big city is burning"   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nostradamus 1654 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Let's interpret. Assuming "the City of God" is New York City, then the "two brothers torn apart by Chaos" must be the fallen towers of the Word Trade Center. The "fortress" is obviously the Pentagon, the "great leader" succumbing is the United States of America and "the third big war" can only mean World War III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extracted from http://urbanlegends.about.com/cs/historical/a/nostradamus.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next is religion. I believe that religion play an important or if not so, crucial role in the community nowadays. It makes man follow a set of rules and faith in order not to be led astray. Religion makes us feel secure from the ever so changing world  and hypocracies. But do you really practise what  that has be bestowed upon us or are we left with no choice? I believe its the latter.  Its not that i'm attacking religion but have you really sit down and think or look around you and see mans' behaviour.  They pronounce themselves and Christians, Islam, Hindus and many others but i believe none of us really practise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Religion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cause, principle, or activity pursued with zeal or conscientious&lt;br /&gt; devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where is the devotion? I believe not everyone goes to church every Sunday. I believe not everyone of us can fulfill the 5 prayers. I believe not everyone of us goes to temple on the upmost special occasion. So why do you feel the security in religion? Girls get rape. People killed. Mass annihilation. Does this person have religion. I guess soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So it boils down to us. Do we really need security?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112601468993639662?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112601468993639662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112601468993639662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601468993639662' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112585050435958859</id><published>2005-09-04T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:15:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Issues&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche Phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I execrate people, lovers, friends or anyone in this world who say phrases or more so known as "Cliche Talk" just to butter or move someone. Its cloying. Its grody. Yucks. Its just not nice people. My ears are popping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're my only one. Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its bullshit man. What on earth are you talking about? What only one. Before him or her how many Ex do you have? And you say you're my only one? Even i never say Hawa's my only one. Why do you need to "act" like you truly love him or her when if u see other attracting ppl, you get the hibijibis. You get naughty all over. " Oh i wish i could fuck him " bla bla bla. How well do u know your partner. Its like shorter than a year, not even a month and you devote yourself truly to your other part. Utterly disgusting.  I'm not bragging but you'll need at least one year, minimum to get to know the person. Or at least some decent timeframe lah. Not like typical one month, two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you for your inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Inner beauty my ASS. My COCK ah.  As what Eric says, " Would you date an unkept girl? " Well its true. All men wont date an unkept girl. Who will? Straightforward i will say to him " Bullshit boy" Theres no way in this world a man will date that kind of girl. Girls, ask yourself, if boys really like u for wat u are, why do you don up yourself when going out. Why do u need to look attractive or libidinous to get the attention of those men. So please dun fall for this sweet talk by men. Please k. Later break ups happen you go cry out loud " Boohoo he said he love me soo much" Serve u right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good things come to he who waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh well. Whats wrong with people in the past. Do they get bored soo often? Is that the cause of overpopulation? Or increasing in Aids infection? Pioneers sure do lotsa thinking when they come up with these phrases.Good things come to he who waits. I wish him/her luck to whoever waits for something they want. Its ludicrous. Take for instance ME. I'm facing my A level this year. If i wait till the eleventh hour to study will i get good grades? I supposed good whacking is what i'll get. Its just plain dumb. Suppose you want to eat. Do you wait until the food comes to you. Then i'll laugh my penis off straight at your face sia. Haha. Oh my pioneers. I assume that you got soo much free time that you wait all day outside your house till your wife comes to you and finally say " Lets have sex honey" Surely thats the reason. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone keep saying this. Well i do agree i say it sometimes but we all just cant help it. Its like maybelline. We're born with it. Ok teacher. I'll try my best. But you're assuming that you have tried at your most maximum level. Your max production capacity curve. But if you have done your best, how come you can do it better when u do it again? Wait, let me guess. You're possesed. Oh! wait! You're abducted? Or maybe we all are just suckers. U, me and everybody. Now who wants some cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another classic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once bitten, Twice shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once bitten, twice shy, thrice i'm lovin it. Ppl will keep repeating their mistakes man. Its like a common sight for us human beings. World War One. World War Two. I supposedly thought it ended there but now we have the biggest religion war. US Vs Islam. But why islam? Well thats not the point in my essay but those phrases. Well we will somehow repeat our mistakes over and over again. Please hunny, i wont two time you again. And there he goes again behind her back fucking female sheeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya ya papaya. Absence makes the heart grow fonder of other people is what i deem to be more appropriate. Noone (except hardcore lovers) will wait against for each other. Why wait? Why wait when we can enjoy with someone else. Who will wait? I'm gonna miss you soo much. Miss my foot. After that, they will go to pub and let everyone touch him/her al over. " Hey, I'm JohnPeterPaul, frens? " It hard to see true lovers nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in conclusion i feel that this world is falling more and more deeply into recession. Everyone stagnating. Following trends. Spitting cliche phrases. Buttering ppl up to make your way up the career ladder or self goals. If only the world will change. How we'll see radical changes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112585050435958859?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112585050435958859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112585050435958859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112585050435958859' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112437521066174441</id><published>2005-08-18T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:49:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MSN Messenger Nicks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An issue that has been intriguing me from the start that "new and improved" option in MSN messenger. Well, I know you all have noticed that MSN now have two places to put your nick. The notsopersonal one and a personal one. Isnt it the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know it looks cool to have 2 nicks of different fonts. Its soo ubberly cool. Well now I've seen ppl doing like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Watever the nick here - &lt;em&gt;Hey i love horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why cant it be joined together. Oh i see you like to trouble yourself and love clicking two options and writing nicks at two different places. Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another typical example is:&lt;br /&gt;- Watever the nick here - &lt;em&gt;Thanks ah fren for spilling the beans to HIM/HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classic man! Firstly, if you do not want the secret to be out, why in the first place you tell your trusty fren. In my opinion, anyone tat tells a secret to someone else saying that he or she likes the other person are IN FACT wanting the secret to be out. Its true. It HAS BEEN surveyed. So its pretty childish to do this act. Secondly, why in the blue heaven you write that nick if you blocked the frens that have hurt u. THEY CANT READ IT. God! Help. I mean if you want them to know the've hurt u, UNBLOCKED them. Thirdly, its typical for people this kind to want sympathy from others like "&lt;strong&gt; hey are you ok? what happened" &lt;/strong&gt;. Then, they there go braggin about what ppl have wronged them. Errr? Why arent u the one that cause this to happen in the first place? &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;- Watever the nick here - &lt;em&gt;I Like that someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pls save the trouble and just ask the person. Confess to the person. Pls. You do not need to tell your other frens that finally after 76 months you like someone. Oh!! You want your fren to ask you " &lt;strong&gt;Who is it? &lt;/strong&gt;" Or You want that person to like u to ask u "&lt;strong&gt;So Who's the lucky person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there you go braggin " &lt;strong&gt;Aiyaa shy lah. He soo handsome one. ( She soo pretty )&lt;/strong&gt; " or like &lt;strong&gt;" I think you know him/her" &lt;/strong&gt;Fuck you lah. You're the one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, thats it. My two cent on this subject. For those who feel offended, tough luck. Its just my opinion. Fly kite. You'll feel better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112437521066174441?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112437521066174441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112437521066174441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112437521066174441' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112423114276676590</id><published>2005-08-17T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T06:25:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps, yey its schooling time. Yey i'm half awake and half asleep. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a dread. Oh well. Prelims are nearing and i am studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 more days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112423114276676590?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112423114276676590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112423114276676590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112423114276676590' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-112394925445612703</id><published>2005-08-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:07:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gone too soon... Back to late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-112394925445612703?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112394925445612703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/112394925445612703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394925445612703' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-111141290946115360</id><published>2005-03-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:48:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monitor blew in front of me.Assssss.. using my old monitor now...assssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-111141290946115360?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111141290946115360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111141290946115360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141290946115360' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-111130843351800406</id><published>2005-03-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:47:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Aizat and Ewick. Hi hi. Abu is at Ewick's house. Ewick is at Aizat's house. Aizat is at Abu's house. So how can we be at one place at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are brothers. At day we are students. At night we are brothers. We play Smack K, E, Jov bino. Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-111130843351800406?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111130843351800406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111130843351800406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130843351800406' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-111098889943728032</id><published>2005-03-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:05:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises promised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises broke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounded soo sincere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sincere my hole.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was pure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sincere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was all i dreamt of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fucking liars&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembered that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first time we met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We promised each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To hold on no matter what.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promises promised,&lt;br /&gt;Promises broke,&lt;br /&gt;It sounded soo sincere,&lt;br /&gt;sincere my hole.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart bleeds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it bleed not for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its for your momma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For she created a lowly creature thats you.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This shit you put me in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well its not deep enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you try harder next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just 1.57m tall.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all the readers out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for spending your time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got nothing elso to write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus born this stupid crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-111098889943728032?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111098889943728032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111098889943728032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098889943728032' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-111089781444516825</id><published>2005-03-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:43:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People tend to hold back. Hold back their feelings. Hold back their emotions. Thinking its impossible to let the other person know how he/she feels or vice versa. Then you regret what you are doing as both of you found out that the same thing happen to the other. But what's worst is when u realise all the time you should have had together wasted, slipping down the drain. Those precious time could mean a lifetime. They could create the most valuable friendship between two souls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun regret on the past. Regret on what you have done. All the "Ifs" and "Would" and "Could" are meaningless now. Time and tide waits for no man plus woman. :) So, maximise the things you are doing now. Do not hold back your feelings. Even if the other party hates you whatsoever, at least you have impart your feelings to the other someone. Maybe that the other someone will ponder over it and chances are they repay back the kind act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanx Helena for that brave confession today. Appreciate it. So long as Abu is still breathing, he will always be with Helena. Dun regret on what you have done k. Ponder on what will you do next. &lt;3 Helena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-111089781444516825?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111089781444516825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111089781444516825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089781444516825' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-111029883269809225</id><published>2005-03-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:20:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. Its the stress week for me man. Although next week is our holidays, i still need to come for 2 days worth of econs lesson. But hey nvm, looking forward to go out erhem. Oops. Guess guess lah k. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week is the jam pack week of tests. we got maths test which i just took today. Was it hard man. It was ok ah. I manage to do it. Managing to do it and passing it is two different things alright. Haha. Well. Yeah. Must study study now. Hope i can manage to do the test. Yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-111029883269809225?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111029883269809225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/111029883269809225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029883269809225' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110917139634013796</id><published>2005-02-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:09:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, been feeling pretty stressed this week. Relationship in shambles and studies going down down and away. A level is really catching up on me man. Its just too fast. Feeling jealous tat those poly dudes get sooo many holiday breaks. Well i think its time for me to get serious and study much more and absorb at a faster rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship too tend to affects my studies. Looks like she just had changed and not the girl i knew. I dunno wats going to happen to it but just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110917139634013796?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110917139634013796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110917139634013796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917139634013796' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110873240608713258</id><published>2005-02-18T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:13:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday. Well tomorrow is JJC Love Fiesta thingy. What crap. Oh well i cant do anything since i am a student there. Well, my shifts at 9-11. So guys, i'll meet up after i went back home first ya. Need to change all, make yourself look presentable. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my stalls selling this marshmellow plus choc or strawberry or caramel lotion. Haha. Its Husna idea. She's just soo creative. Well soo far me only tasted strawberry dip in choc. Maybe marshmellow is nicer. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i edited my layout. Atreyu is the best. Well every inch of it is Atreyu. Well i Like it. Hehe. So guys, plz do not turn green. or is it blue? maybe its purple? baahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110873240608713258?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110873240608713258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110873240608713258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873240608713258' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110827842345032228</id><published>2005-02-13T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:46:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something happen this week. Well its not actually something but its somethingssss. Haha. But i just gonna tell u about something. Something tat is only part of the somethings. The something happened just yesterday while the somethings happen throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was studying yesterday at Jurong East library my frens. One word of advice. Dont go there to study. Cuz this $#^BY RY%^&amp;UNTYUBYGUGRFNUGRY security guard will walk around holding this DFH$%&amp;amp;%^U GYUH^R&amp;RY paper telling " no self study in the library ". Then wats the use of the table u FGRTY%H&amp;amp;%^EV&amp;YRE&amp;amp;HN%^&amp;amp;UB E^TRY security guard!! Massholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the course of studying , mom called me. She was like screaming at me to get home. Err something happen at home. My bro face was swollen. I was like huH? Swollen? she was like panicking while i was like ok ok going home. So i went home and gosh i was bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is at home since my bro is under observation for like 6 hours. So in the end i walk around woodlands aimlessly. Went to 7eleven then to my aunt house. So i doze at home afterwards when suddenly my family got back at 12.10 am. So my bro face was back to normal. Hehe. Imagine his face all puffed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110827842345032228?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110827842345032228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110827842345032228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110827842345032228' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110800642217667475</id><published>2005-02-10T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:33:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey Syeeeed knn llkfg adfn@#$ dnsf.. Haha. Yeah well well well...its CNY. Gong Xi Fa Cai Cheena Eat Fa Choi And Qi Gong La La Gong Gong. To all my Chinese frens all the prosperous new year.Gong Xi Fa Cai Cheena Eat Fa Choi And Qi Gong La La Gong Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the malays and indians and portugese and eurasians and tamils and hindustanies and italians and all the peeps in the world who are not Chinese, holiday time. Yeah. Relaxin. Two day break. Weee I am practically enjoying it. Well this week is the best week that is because only monday and friday are the days that i come to skool. Most probably Friday is a half day too. Wah. Pandaaaaaaaaa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm bored now. B.O.R.E.D. Well gonna do some exciting stuffs and report to u peeps later k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai Cheena Eat Fa Choi And Qi Gong La La Gong &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110800642217667475?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110800642217667475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110800642217667475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800642217667475' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110701441614215664</id><published>2005-01-29T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:00:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. Its been a rough week for me. Not with the gerl-i-cant-say-her-name ah.Hehe :P Like Harry Potter seh. Its with my comp. Well started on monday which i managed to repaired it but the spywares are still there. So i was hanging on and i finally gave up. Its was damn laggy. I reformated my comp. In a record breaking time of 35 mins. Well it was fast. Now its superbly fast. Weeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week been great. The physics test was alright. Manage to do all. Yeah. But not maths. Everyone in my class failed it. It was hard. Come on. Damn hard. CT just round the corner. Less Lessons more learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110701441614215664?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110701441614215664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110701441614215664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110701441614215664' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110657674839267684</id><published>2005-01-24T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:25:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. What an achievement today man! I repaired my computer all by myself. Well for a first timer 2 hrs is considered a fair attempt. Wow. I fixed it. So proud of myself. Well there were instances i could not fathom what they we saying. Gosh! Well i did it yeah! This shows that determination really pays off. I know have that superb feeling now. Achievement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhow today was an OK day for me. Usual stuffs. Got scolded by mr Lee for like errr photographs. Wth. Then he go tell the whole "world" i scored 3/30 for my maths which the whole college failed too. Big shit lah. Hope he suffocate when straining his voice. His methods of teaching bluntly sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe today was the same as the last few weeks. Run then do multiple versions of situps, squats and drills. Oh well. Thats my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110657674839267684?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110657674839267684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110657674839267684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657674839267684' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110657674816169112</id><published>2005-01-24T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:25:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. What an achievement today man! I repaired my computer all by myself. Well for a first timer 2 hrs is considered a fair attempt. Wow. I fixed it. So proud of myself. Well there were instances i could not fathom what they we saying. Gosh! Well i did it yeah! This shows that determination really pays off. I know have that superb feeling now. Achievement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhow today was an OK day for me. Usual stuffs. Got scolded by mr Lee for like errr photographs. Wth. Then he go tell the whole "world" i scored 3/30 for my maths which the whole college failed too. Big shit lah. Hope he suffocate when straining his voice. His methods of teaching bluntly sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe today was the same as the last few weeks. Run then do multiple versions of situps, squats and drills. Oh well. Thats my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110657674816169112?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110657674816169112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110657674816169112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657674816169112' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110614279047185160</id><published>2005-01-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:53:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Its wednesday. Wednesdayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. The shortest day for me. Hehe. My class ends at 11.30. Tats superbly fast. Played soccer with my frens for a while and then i have to go home. Yeah yeah. Saw evan at Citylink with erheemmmmm. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, today i did studied. For two hours man. Gosh. Time flies when u are studying. Haha. My whole table is a mess now. Gosh. Yuckie sight. Well did my physics and econs. Ms tie is the best. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo0o0o..yucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i'm pretty bored. Staring outside my window. Wandering wats going to happen in the future. Hope i am exempted from NS. Haha. Well its quite a view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110614279047185160?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110614279047185160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110614279047185160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614279047185160' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110597200778925198</id><published>2005-01-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:30:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Monday. Yesterday is Sunday. Tomorrow is Tuesday. Haha. Well life has been smooth for me. Kind of fast though. Damn A levels. I'm feeling agitated when come to think about it. My poly frens like got 3 yrs, while me and JC dudes/dudettes got like 2 years. Its like one year and then A level. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Yesterday, a much deserve moment to meet the gerl-i-cant-say-her-name. Hehe :P Like Harry Potter seh. Well its been a week since i meet her. She's working now and I'm still studying. Haha. Well ben wanting to meet her. Well yesterday was the day. Went out to eat with her frens. Well well well, her fren paid for 3 of us. Weeeeee. Then got to zip zap back2back home cuz wanted to catch the Tiger Cup finals Live. LIONS won!!! Yeah!! Power. Muackz to my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was alright for me. As usual monday is always Pe day. All the run, the pullups, the sit-ups. Gosh. Damn tiring. Hehe. Then while going home, saw fareez playing soccer. He never go PE seh. Well well well. Gonna be punish. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hope time flies more slofaster. hope Westlife make a concert with Fata. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110597200778925198?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110597200778925198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110597200778925198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110597200778925198' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110536334116390270</id><published>2005-01-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:33:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. The second week of schooling. Yeah.  Time flies really fast. Love my timetable now. Its superbly done . Haha.Still remember at this point of time last year. Me,syed and fareez will attend school BUT not attending lesson. We will be going to the comp lab playing yahoo pool. Haha. Get a life lah the three of us. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a good day for me. No hiccups whatsoever. So econs was good. Ms tie not screaming anymore. Teach us the ways and techniques to answering the question. And always with tat errr geeky smile of hers. Haha.Gp was ok ok lah. Physics was fun. Crack jokes here and there. Yeah. Instead of going to the lab doing experiments, we played with the circuits. Maths was as usual park notes here and there. Wah Mr Lee, i know u got limited vocab uh but do not always use the new word u find out always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wats his new word... Park. Aiiyaa you all very lazy uh. Park notes here and there. Park for wat never study. Self discipline and mo0otivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, we got an hour break before Pe starts.  So as we were walking by, saw our frens playing touch rugby. So we decided to join in. I scored a TRY lah dey. The turning and stalling. Wonderful move by the halfback.. HAhaha... Halfback??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well pe was ok. Not tiring. We got Mr Seah. The wonderful teacher. He never make us run as much as the others. Yeah. Took height and weight too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, oh ya got caught for my hair again cuz its purple. Haha. So gonna dye it black today. Later. So the -gerl-i-cant-say-her-name started working too. Haha :P Like Harry Potter Seh. Well hope shes doing fine on her first day. Love lots @&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110536334116390270?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110536334116390270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110536334116390270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110536334116390270' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110484642917992480</id><published>2005-01-04T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:47:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second day of skool. Nothing happen...waitt... Mike and Alex kena scold by ms Tie sia. How on earth they know those guys were at the canteen. She was shouting on top of mount Everest seh. Wow, i was like running away for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i had to take back wat i say. WEDNESDAYS SUCKS. know why? i have PC at 5 every week. KNN. and skool ends like 11.30 tat day. Wah stress but i think i going for it on mondays though. See how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110484642917992480?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110484642917992480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110484642917992480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484642917992480' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110475630367055120</id><published>2005-01-03T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:45:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. Unexpected. Unsuspected. I love J2. Weee. The periods are more shorter. one day is like er only 2 subjects. Hehe. And i'm going back earlier. Hope it stays that way ya. If i pass malay, tuesday will going home at 12. If there are no remedials, wed and fri will be like 11.30. Wahahaa. Plz ah principal. Dun catch me for my hair. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomolo shiok lah . Lectures and GP tutorial which i love going to GP now. The teacher is fun. Haha. oh well. What can i say. I LOVE WEDNESDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110475630367055120?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110475630367055120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110475630367055120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110475630367055120' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110465226869901960</id><published>2005-01-02T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T16:06:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dreaded day has come. And all good things will come. Tomorrow is the day. School's opening again. Argghhhh. The teachers, the principal, ahh cannot stand them. But I just hope for the best. Tomorrow just the first day of school. So i'm expecting that it haven't officially start yet. hope the-gerl-i-cant-say-her-name fetch me from school. Hehe :P Like Harry Potter seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Well i'm kinda feeling happy-sad now. Happy because i'm meeting my frens again and Sad because school's reopening again. I'm kinda feeling hungry-full too. Well at least i'm not that short-tall. Haha. Hope Singapore Team wins again myanmar today. All the best Lion's cub. Wahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i cut my hair to since school's reopening. Not as in cut short but its like a trim. I trimmed the sides. Here's a preview of the upcoming movie called : Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/hair2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A scene from the movie where this guy mysteriously vanishes.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its 2005 . Hope you guys made your resolutions and stick to it. Well, i've planned my days well and hope i stick to it. With determination and heart soo strong plus a cute face and an angelic heart, i'll do it. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've come soo far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now its a new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name's Abu Bakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110465226869901960?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110465226869901960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110465226869901960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110465226869901960' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110441494776357186</id><published>2004-12-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:55:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Went out with the-gerl-i-cant-say-her-name today. Haha :P Like Harry Potter seh.School's going to start so i want to enjoy it as much as possible. Before we went out, we returned Ranon's bass since she use it for her gig that day. Thanx non. Smiles :) Yeah saw him while we were on our way to his house. He bought this bluetooth thing maybe to replace his milk tooth. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made our way to clementi. Planned to eat at KFC. Hmmm we got somehow confuse there. For that fatishiously instant i forgot where it was situated. Kind of blongouse me. So finally found it after searching at went to order the 2pc chicken meal. For all of you who doesn't know, that is an offer made by KFC. Its the latest craze now. Everyone buying it since its CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; wahhhh...chicken sooo nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Why soo shock? haha. After lunch, err for me it was brunch, decided to sent her home. Damn i cant get back home late today. Mom was sick. Oh well. So decided to take the bus home. It was pretty long way. The bus was jerking jerking all the way. We both have a splitting-banana kick-volley headache seh.Took some pics on our way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; mmmmmm...let me taste... like chicken...hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...heheeh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110441494776357186?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110441494776357186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110441494776357186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441494776357186' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110433373595869290</id><published>2004-12-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:22:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knock Knock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is it?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2005..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good timin man. 2004 just leaving. We're gonna have fun with u 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound soooo fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah weee fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. its here again. I mean again again again again again. Haiz. Why Why Why. Well, 2004 is ending. Here comes 2005. Hmmmm. All the memories of 2004. Wow. Just when i thought tat it isn't going to end. But holidays are ending. All good things comes to an end. Yeah. But I'm grateful tat i plough thru 2004 with open arms. Chey. Wonder how 2005 will be like. WORLD PEACE. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i wanna thank 2004 for its memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stepping into JJC , skipping lesson with Fareez and Syed&lt;br /&gt;2) Getting my O results.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sad memory of parting with my frens, bestest pals ever.&lt;br /&gt;4) The Nicoll highway collapse. ( Mom says for every building that is erected, a sacrifice must be done. Dunno if its true MOM!!! its superstition lah. Hehe )&lt;br /&gt;5) Errrrr, Maybe Singapore Idol&lt;br /&gt;6) National Day&lt;br /&gt;7) Athens Olympics. Ronald Susilo and Jiawei.&lt;br /&gt;8) My bdae of cuz&lt;br /&gt;9) Fasting Month&lt;br /&gt;10) Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;11) Her Bdae and My Bdae&lt;br /&gt;12) Making frens to Pavan, Mike, Dan, Alex, Vikky and many others&lt;br /&gt;13) Times playing soccer without fail after school&lt;br /&gt;14) Skipping lessons with them, Remember the Ms tie one. We all stay at comp lab. Nice one guys.&lt;br /&gt;15) Condolences to victims of the Tsunami too.&lt;br /&gt;16) All the ups and downs i went through with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Tats about it. Maybe i forget to list them. But hey i'm just a kid. Hehe. Thanx 2004. May 2005 be a better year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: Haha. Be good lah yan. Tehehe :P Eh when going to JB we invite more of our frens ya. Eh and whens our KL trip. Dun be noty ya... Haha. All the best in poly. Buy more specs to sell for a profit. A future Businessman in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Wah this guy. Haha. Attend lesson k. Wehehehe.. All the best in ur band too. Dun kick kick ppl lah. They sad u know. They complain to me. Haha. Well study hard dude. See you around. And dun lock yourself at home. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat: Wah aizat. Haha. How u doin? Hardworking eh now? good good. Saw ur mom the other day too. Still giving tuition? :P Got 3 pupil already seh me. Haha. See you around buddy. One day the woodlanders must meet uh. Damn i must make myself free to meet u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syed: Knn. Dun wanna talk about this guy uh. Haiyaaaa. Haha. Well everytime see this guy wanna act only. Haha. Of cuz lah u never see me already at interchange. I holiday wat. Haha. Well this guy good gamer uh. Well talk alot about his gal tu. Hehe. All the best dude. Be patient lah. I love u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranon: Wah my ranon . First and foremost, i wanna thank u for lending her ur bass ya. Hehe. So nice of u. Well gonna see u next year in JJ too. Study hard ah. A level coming uh. Dun become fairer alright. :P Hehe. Send me more nice songs. Dun forget. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul: alermek. Heard u doing well at poly. Chey mix mix chemical later explode. Hehe. Stay cool tau at poly. If see eric dun shy shy lah kiss him. Haha. All the best in ur studies. Enjoy ur life first dude. Girls come in later. :P When u grow up dun work for the  terrorist k. An army commander in the making. Salute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin: Wah. Dun be sad sad lah. Take things slow k. Study hard. Study important per. O level tu next year. There are many boys in the sea. Haha. Fishes i mean. Forget about the past. Any problems dun keep it to urself. Take care gerl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fareez: Wah my "pon" buddy. Looks like we finally split ya. But what ever happens we still play soccer together alright. Now if we dun come skool, ms tie wont suspect already. Study hard tau. A level already. Be more serious ah. And u just might get ur broadband. Hehe. See you in skool dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhsan: The most clever of the clever. Have always envied this guy. Soo clever. Yeah. No matter what he dop, always soo clever. All the best in rugby k. Dun become disfigured lah. Choi. Ahahaha. Well stay strong ya. All the best in your A level too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlz: Wah. One year already ah. Ahahaha. Thanx for being with me k. Well continue your studies if u can. Dun waste the opportunity to learn. Work can come later. Hehe. Well gonna see u lesser next year....hmmm...nvm more lah k ....to replace the 2 years of NS..hahahaha...thanx for the understanding and all.. Muackz and love lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weibin And Lohwei: Wah You all study too k. Although we never talk much. But dun forget our sec skool memories. Study hard dudes. JC life is getting tougher now. Haiz. Be more serious k. All the best in watever u all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikky,Mike,Pavan,Alex and Dan: Well nice to know u guys man. Hope we stay as close as  this year. Remember play soccer ah after skool. Hehe. Study hard too. All the best in the A level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Wani: chey action uh dah graduate. Hehe. Dun lost touch ngan me tau. Wanna know where u going later. Ahhhhh. All the best in ur studies. Ade byk boi lagi seh. Adek sentiase online. Ahahaha. Good luck in finding ur kitten tau. Woodlands ader cat besar besar jek. Have fun with ur prom nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been a memorable year. Hope u guys be happy and enjoy ur life ahead. Welcome 2005 with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110433373595869290?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110433373595869290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110433373595869290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110433373595869290' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110414444525144387</id><published>2004-12-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:47:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all. Today is such a boring day. Didnt go out today. Wah. So bored. School's reopening again. Hw not finish. Wah. This is just cool .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110414444525144387?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110414444525144387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110414444525144387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110414444525144387' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110398935158286533</id><published>2004-12-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:42:31.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The main event for today was that i visited the-gerl-i-cant-say-her-name house. Haha :P like Harry Potter seh. Hehe. Yeah i was pretty bored this morning so decided to go to her house. Anyway the side event for today was i got another 2 students in my hand. Gosh now i'm wanted by ppl. So a total of 3 students for me and a total income of like 500? Haha. No lah. I wanna buy an electric guitar by the end of february. So eric if a read this, can u tell me a suitable guitar? thanx music Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the main event of WWE. Hehe. Well reached her house and got to eat fried rice plus yakult. Hehe. Then after that decided to get rid a couple ( 15000 files ) viruses from her comp. Tehehe. Yeah now her comp is not much infected with adware. And i had a reunion with supercat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/hw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meeeoooooowwwwwwwww meeeeooowwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. See how adorable it is. Smile from ear to ear. Confirm lesbian. Haha. Crap. Well anyway i got to play the comp and watch a couple of movies. Woops not to forget that i even had the time to sleep with supercat beside me. Gosh. Her bed was super nice and bouncy and warm. Entice me to sleep on it. The moment i landed on the bed, i took bus 2345 to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/hw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;snoreeeee...ZzZzzzZZzZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then after that her parents ask me out to have dinner with them. Well i took the opportunity. So another outing with her parents. So we eat at parkway parade and it was dark when i decided to go home. Sent her back first before i continue my journey home. So tat was it. Half the day spent at her house. Here's another candid pic for u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/hw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110398935158286533?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110398935158286533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110398935158286533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398935158286533' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110390318717499060</id><published>2004-12-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:46:27.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. Wild wild west. Today was a hit record. Woke up at 8 i think. Cuz me going Clementi with mom to eat. Dunno what's the occasion. Well i was shocked. Breakfast at Clementi. Well it was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the KFC. We had lotsa laugh. Haha. Here and there. I talk at the top of my voice. Wakakakak. Like my mom was just in front of me and i was like Woaoohoaoha woaohoahoaohaohoa waahahahahahahaha. And mom was like "Shhhhhhh" and blushing away. Haha. Then the -gerl-who-i-cat-say-her-name called me. Haha :P like Harry Potter seh. Talked for a while. Well she's going to Tamp today and her gig is like 2 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Had tuition too. Tot it was gonna be boring but the kid was superb nice to me. Well we did study for the 2 hrs. After tat i played with him. He was friendly. We play darts, puzzle and magics. Laugh here and there. He's a bright boy. Cant wait to see him again next week. Her family asking me to play badminton with them. Hehe. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110390318717499060?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110390318717499060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110390318717499060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110390318717499060' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110378657768522008</id><published>2004-12-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:22:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. Yesterday was a day that i enjoyed with the-girl-i-cant-say-her-name. Haha :P like Harry Potter seh. Yup woke up quite late yesterday. Hmmm. Maybe around 10.30. For me its late but for u guys its still early. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning was quite slacking. Revising a lil bit of tenimonguos physics. The day was planned nicely by me. 4pm gonna tutor syed's gal. 5pm going out with the-girl-i-cant-say-her-name. Haha :P like Harry Potter seh. So tat was what i proly tot its gonna be. But suddenly syed say she gonna be late. Like start around 5pm. So i cant make it. Sorry dude. Sorry I cant be purrrfect. Cuz its just too late. And we can go back i'm sooor..... *flashback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops sorry. Well i'm getting crappier by the minute. So i met her at 4pm. So we headed to esplanade to jus sit around and enjoy the merlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to Esplanade, we tot of getting something for lunch so we headed to KFC. Filled our tummies. Yum Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;woo.yumyum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we drop by Penin just to walk around. Sightseeing. Window shopping. Well Penin has been refurbished and gosh it look a lot more astonishing. 5 points for the contractor. We went  into many shops. I was attracted to this shoe. Well it cost 79 shlings which is nougogously cheap. The gerl-who-i-cant-say-her-name like her vespa toy. haha :P like Harry Potter seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to esplanade. Remembered that there's this exhibition going on there. The Botero thingy. The one the ppl are all fat. Yeah. Rounded. Well it was nice seeing all those sculptures. Oblongs. Wahahaha. Well i was amazed at seeing this one sculture. A duck having sex with a woman. wo0o0o0oo0o0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/tiniesinz/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway that was the only amazing thing tat happen. But most of all i enjoyed spending the day with the gerl-i-cant-say-her-name. Haha :P like Harry Potter seh. Its so nice spending the times with her. We visited the merlion too. At least it spurts out water not like the one at Sentosa. Stagnant. The gerl-i-cant-say-her-name is sooo cute. Haha :P like Harry Potter seh. Love lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward. Hehe. Today was also quite a hilarious day also. U know wat guys? guess guess. Eric was looked inside his house. Hehe. Hehe. Bluueekk. So i had to help him find his keys. Weeee. What if i was unable to help? wat if i was leavin at cck? wat if wat if? hehe. Werll super abu to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110378657768522008?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110378657768522008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110378657768522008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378657768522008' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110363382803251356</id><published>2004-12-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:57:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. Well today was like something amiss day. Woke up but then juz feel like something was amiss. Well maybe the feeling of hey-abu-your-holidays-are-running-out .Guess wat? I finally understand, like totally in-depth  the Gravitational Field topic. Woh. Its so nice to have that feeling. Yeah i have been studying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By rewarding myself, i went out with the-girl-i-cant-say-her-name. Haha. Like Harry Potter. :P Yeah we went out. Went to Parkway and walk around. She wanted to change her shoes and after that we went to have something for lunch. After that i have to go off already since its already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all. Gonna study another chapter today. Turn Over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS= Get well soon Ranon. Muackz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110363382803251356?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110363382803251356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110363382803251356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363382803251356' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110356026376322062</id><published>2004-12-21T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:31:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyaaa reez mah. Relax lah mah. If nothing exciting happen then write for wat mah. People dun care about our everyday normal lives mah.  What dog howling mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone mah. Hurhurhur mah. Oops mah. That's a line everyone seems to dote nowadays mah. (Hint: San-mah and Syed-mah) Wahahaahmah. Hurhurhur Hurry Hristmas. Ermmm. Well lets start a new trend. Every post now i will change the first letter of the word with a special Alphabet. For today its the letter &lt;strong&gt;H. &lt;/strong&gt;"H" is for H-elicopter. "H" is also for H-amburger. "H" is also for H-urhur. Hurhurhur. Oops. I use it again. Hurhurhur. Damn stop it ABo0. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tape my mouth with Duct tape mah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm mm mmmm mmmmmmm mmmm mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*remove the duct tape mah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Cant breathe with those lactogenistic odours around me mah. Cant even speak ploper english mah.Ok guys. Ready. Today special letter is "H"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell hoday hs h hormal hay. Hoke hp huite harly hnd hent ho hhe harket hith hy hom. hhe hought home hish hince hoday hhe honna hool hurry hish. hell h hont hat hhat hoo.  Hoday h honna heet hith hy hear hoo. Honna ho hamming hith her. Her hig hs homing hp. Hant hait ho ho hhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you finish reading that paragraph mah, You'll most probably give up mah. Ok back to normal speaking mah. Went to jamming with her mah. Well they've been practising a lot mah. Their songs are nice too mah. Emo-punk. Sylomilo mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Takashimaya cuz she want to buy a pair of vans shoes. In the end, they ran out of stock and we went to parkway parade. Well took some pics too but i'll post it if my lovely-nice-helpful fren ikhsan will teach me how. Hurhurhur. Stop it abo0o0!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed we bought her shoes and went to eat at the nearby shopping centre. Well there were many mats and minahs around. Hate them. Thinking they so cool in that bird bird tight jeans and short short mini skirt of the mini cooper. Stare stare like wanna eat people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway today was indeed a goangulistic day with her and her band. Well nice meeting u peeps. I wish u luck on ur upcoming gig. Do your best k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, skool reopening again for secondary,primary,kindergarten and JC peeps. Hate it right. When it seems like it never ends. Study hard guys. All the best in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110356026376322062?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110356026376322062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110356026376322062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110356026376322062' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-110314094176088507</id><published>2004-12-16T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T04:02:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It alive!! Yeah. After changing my template, that's wat needed for me. A new layout for the start of a new blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays is fun. But i'm slacking off. Well i need to study study. Been pretty much going out and playing. Visited JB recently with 2 of my frens. Had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tat's off for today. Its 4am mind u. Sleeping time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-110314094176088507?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110314094176088507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/110314094176088507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110314094176088507' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109767408318049619</id><published>2004-10-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:28:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyaaaaas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109767408318049619?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109767408318049619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109767408318049619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767408318049619' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109555717497236102</id><published>2004-09-19T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T09:26:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Fun-Filled Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day for me. Yep. Saturday has always been a pleasure. Meet my hunny at lavender cuz we wanted to go to beach road for a while. So met at 3 and we walked there. But her face looked kind of glum. Tried asking her why. Tried to cheer her up. I planned to buy a bag at beach road. Its damn cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we reach there, we straight went to the shop. Ahhhhh. MY bag. Right there. Waiting for me to buy. Damn there's no red. So i asked and bargain for the price. I saved $5 on the bag. Wohooooo. Tot of buying one for dear but she doesn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a short rest and then we went to her chalet which is at Downtown East. Took the bus 12 there. It was a long way and i did fell asleep for a short while. the journey was like 45 mins i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached there. Many people around. Hehe. The entrance to the chalet was damn amazing. They had to stamp my hand with this ink. Then i was like 'hey theres no ink'. Asked my dear why but she never say anything. So i tot oh one more publicity gig. Hehe. But then when we were going out of the chalet for awhile, we had to pass through this special light. Then there it was. The stamp. It was invisible to the naked eye. I was like Wo0o0o0o0oaaahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met some of her cuzzin. And some of her cuzzin peeps cuz its her bdae party. Had my fill of food and tat's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day was playing bowling with my darlz. wooooo. Nice nice. It was superbly fun playing with her. All the laughter. Laughing at each others actions. Too many ball then went to the 'longkang'. Haha. All the slow balls. Gosh. And all aiming to get a strike. Wat a nice experience.  We played a total of 3 games. Still we wanted to play again but her parents was there. Its a memory i cant forget. Hehe. Waaahhhh. Its nice to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter that i weent home cuz i was like late. Reached home like 10.15 and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun day indeed with my hunny. muackz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109555717497236102?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109555717497236102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109555717497236102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109555717497236102' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109499616600685276</id><published>2004-09-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:36:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 months anniversary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title speaks for itself. Yeah. Its been 11 mths now. Wow, time do fly pass so fast-not slow-amazing speed-tremendous-in a blink of an eye-awe-wow-weee-woweeeeee-ohhh-gooshhh-oh my goshhh. Yeah. All the ups and down we cherish together. There are like a gazzilion ups and only 2 downs. Hehe. Its one memorable memory that I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My dear been understanding towards me although at times i was like a sucka. Hehe. Yeah. She's perfect for me. Weeee. Went out with her today. It was normal. Went to eat at town then walk around for a while and sen her home. It may not be long but enough to be a meaningful moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember our first glance. First smile. First smell of perfume. First sms. First hi. First meeting. First outing. First kiss. First hug and lots more. I wanna thank her for all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muackz to my dear. Happy anniversary. Love lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109499616600685276?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109499616600685276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109499616600685276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109499616600685276' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109465692583590684</id><published>2004-09-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:22:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh fight fight..sorry dear...sorry sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109465692583590684?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109465692583590684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109465692583590684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109465692583590684' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109448669106784450</id><published>2004-09-06T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T00:04:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a frucking day for me lah. Not only did i have to wake up early, i have to sit through 5 hours plus and extra-more-not less-not official- unofficial- superficial- bloody turtle and tortoise- turqoise-very long- not short-bloody boring-not exciting-not intended-not confirmed-not agreed on-act dunno-continue teaching- continue screaming-act blur-question fiteen-question foteen-question twelf-question elven-question ten-ok you may go- extra one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unreasonable lah these teachers. We got plans also. You cant like just eat eat into our time. If we eat into your time your PMS suddenly shot up to level infinity. You think guys dun have PMS uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite in terms of econs and a little bit of GP. Let us deconstruct a sentence. We must apply the level of cognitive skill.The title for the week is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yeah!! One week school holidays are here!!! Discuss.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of gp. Let us define school holidays. School holidays is define as no activity of school and free from any school work. One is define as sole,individual and not many. Week is define as 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs then. What is the subject matter? School holidays are here. We must know what level of cognitive skill is required. Basically teachers must not jump to higher order thinking since they do not have the knowledge of the meaning school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah teachers. Happy school holidays. $#^#^$%^#%&amp;*(()*&amp;amp;#$###$@#$%&amp;%. My one week of school holidays is filled with school activities. Let me see. Monday is econs. Tuesday is maths. Wed is econs. Thurs is maths and physics. Friday is nothing. So yeah a one week break from having fun. Thanx. And oh ya. Happy holidays guys. Weeee. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109448669106784450?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109448669106784450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109448669106784450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448669106784450' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109434505524103336</id><published>2004-09-05T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T08:44:15.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday. Wah. Sunday. Guess its time for me to start studying again. It's my mom bdae today. Happy Bdae Mom!!!!! Hehe. Going to cut my hair today. Haiz. But nvm. Its ok. Cant go out with my dear this weekend. Haiz, Bad luck. She got a wedding occasion. Left me all alone. Its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept holidays are coming. Yey!!! not!!! I have to practically go school everyday for make up lessons. Wat the hey. I mean they should be reasonable enough to let us have like 3 days holiday or wat. But they only give one. Mon, Tue ,  Wed and Thurs must go back school. Too much i think. And each day ends at 4pm. Its like normal school days. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm nvm. Going to show MR TAN tat I can get a B for physics. Then i'll skip more of his make up lessons. Heard tat MR TAN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109434505524103336?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109434505524103336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109434505524103336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109434505524103336' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109387200861506612</id><published>2004-08-30T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:20:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hip Hip Horaaayyyy!!! Errrr. Wah I didn't go to skool today. Its not actually didnt go. I overslept. Hehe. So my mom was like quiet and me also quiet and then that Abu Bakar never go skool. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway still woke up early and companied my mom to send my bro to skool. Hehe. Wat a moment. Its been a long time since i skip skool. The morning walk. The qigong-kaligong ppl training. Oh well. The freshest air possible. The breeze. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my darlz today. Went to company her and frens to this jam studio. They got some unfinished business with the uncle. Haha. So after tat I send her home. By the time we reach city hall its quite late already thus the excitement. Haha. Gonna meet her again this wednesday. Wowww weeeeee. This week run very fast. Next week is HOLIDAAAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. Had a cut. A long one, err like 4 cm, Damn stupid cupboard. It'll go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109387200861506612?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109387200861506612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109387200861506612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387200861506612' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109369861329992079</id><published>2004-08-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:10:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey. Well i started studying now since monday. Gosh it really feels good . All the muggin. But hope it pays off later during the promos. P.E suck. Wat the hey. We were punished just because we didnt find a gerl partner. Stupid mee seah. Gp suck too. Stuck up. Stupid Wong fei hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week went pretty fast for me. I think because of all the studying. Hehe. But i sure do it pays off. Miss Tie was nice to us already. PMS drop to level 6 from level 13. She smiled and laughed in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nearly a dreadful day. Cuz today my dear said she cant go soccer. I was like Oh the man. But its ok. We did eventually. Hehe. Devil lovers. Hehe. We cant resist each other. If suppose i didnt meet her today, gosh i could not have imagine how my day is going to end. So met her at 3 at bugis. She met a fren first. So we walked around Parco then bugis village. After that, me and darlz went off to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to eat at the hawker centre. It was nice eating mee goreng. Was nice seeing Parway again. All the memories. Still remember me and my gang walking through parkway to reach East Coast. Oh well. Today was not a bad day afterall. Still met my dear. Weeee. I'm happy. She's the one. :P Both our moms bdae are coming. Gosh didn't know wat to buy. Scratch head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i have to think through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109369861329992079?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109369861329992079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109369861329992079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109369861329992079' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109317568120775117</id><published>2004-08-22T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:54:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; A Day Of Bad Luck Plus An Unexpected Twist &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Yesterday was full of surprises. Bad surprises. I juz cant figure out why yesterday was not the same as the other yesterdays. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning. Saturday was always a routine for me to buy breakfast while my mom send my bro to skool. So I thought it was normal for me to wake up and snooze back since it was early. But someone tap me awake. It was mom. I was like " Hey wats the time " I glanced at the time. 9 am. Gosh. I didnt buy breakfast. Luckily my mom bought bread tat was ready made for the supermarket. Then i walk around the house, dazed. Why did i didnt wake up early? It set me thinking. I knew today was amiss. So heck care i went to bathe and get ready to pick up my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus usually comes at 9.35. But again. Something's amiss. It came at 9.48, which means i'm gonna be late which means tat my bro gonna wait which means tat he's gonna stand beside the door which means tat with eyes darting around looking for me. So i was correct. Arrived 15 mins late which means i'm late which means tat my bro waited which means tat he's standing beside the door which means tat his eyes was arting around looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home reach around 11.10. Then my mom cooked Nasi Lemak. Wow. Nice. But then My Mom and Bro went out to this workshop. They are gonna be home late. I was gonna meet my dear later tat evening. My second bro had NPCC but i guess he'll be back early as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon. Was already getting worried. He was late. And i mean damn late. He was suppose to be back by 1.30. And its two now. Msg my dear telling her i'll be late. Then waited for my bro. He was damn late and i cant take it anymore. It was already 2.45. So i went out left my key to my neighbour. So there i was happily out meeting my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I say my body ache badly today. All of my parts are aching because of tat animal kingdom. So i was like walking slowly. Met her at City Hall around 3.45. So there we go. Off to Queensway Shopping Centre. Tralalalalal. Told her i had aches and we walked slowly. And i was like swaaayingg all around. Hehe. So after walking around Queensway we decided to go town, to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, we had to seperate. And gosh was it bad news. Abu, beeing the sleeper must not, i repeat, MUST NOT sit alone. He'll bang into person's shoulder, the window when he starts to nod away to sleep. So i was right, my dear told me she saw me nodding here and there and everywhere.  Gosh it must be embarassing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grouchy when i woke up. Had to apologise to dear for being not up to my usual standard. So we were at Far East plaza when her parents call. " Swensens" I heard the word. So it was her parents treating us Dinner at Swensens. Gosh was i one lucky dude. To have such wonderful parent-in-laws. Hehe. Swensens man. ICE CREAM. So i had Fish and Chips and this tub of ice cream which i shared with my dear. Full man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat, we decided to walk at the esplanade. Yeah. Awesome sight at night. Saw my dear soccer pals. They said some brief hi and hellos and i knew they were teasing my dear :P A couple of steps later, I heard some one calling my name. It was my frens. Fandi,Khairul,Aizat and Ikha. So said my brief hi and hellos and i knew they were teasing my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my dear home and it was a usual routine for me back home. Bus. Mrt and Foot. Reached home. Home sweet home. It was such a long day for me. Bizarre day. Yeah. But overall it was exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109317568120775117?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109317568120775117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109317568120775117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109317568120775117' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109292520695575546</id><published>2004-08-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T22:20:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Airplane Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my day was like wahhh sooo long. Damn long. P.E was fun lah. Got punished cuz didnt fast enuf. Wat the hey. Well got punished by the teacher. Its not a punishment but some sort of a game. We got a race with the other group. Hehe. Played ANIMAL KINGDOM. Wahhhh!!! First time i played it lah. Hehe. It was hell but fun. Well at least ive been through hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was orite. Got back my Malay Paper. Got A B3. Damn. I'm cursed with the B3 now. I will get an A for my promo's. So i was happy with the results. tot i gonna get my maths too but teacher was like " no lahhhhh... not here lahhh...dun have laahhh....no lahhhh..." wat Jokels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gp was interesting man. We got lesson with another class. Yeah. Then we also had a new teacher. We were ask to discuss about this topic. Then each group must present. We were lucky. The 7 wonders got the priviledge to represent. But i was mad the presenter. So there i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...erhemm.. my group is talking abou bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone started laughing. Haha. I think its becuz of my sense of humour. Then as i explain more about the topic, the more they laugh. Arrrgghhh. i cant be a presenter. So tat's my day today. She's sick also. Awwww. Take care dear. Muackz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya. About the Airplane game. Damn was it fun. Played it with my family. All the laughter. The cheating. hehe. Bonding. Wah everyone was laughing. Yeah. Love it. It was such a good scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109292520695575546?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109292520695575546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109292520695575546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292520695575546' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109266511598821926</id><published>2004-08-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:05:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet The Cousinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun and loving day for me ( minus the fact i studied from 7.30 to 1 ). Didnt go religious skool cuz had to study. My mom was like breathing down my neck telling me to go. Haizzz. At last i kept quiet and continue mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear asked me to company her to Tampines. Gosh what a sigh of relief. Finally a chance to take a break from studying. Well, its been nice meeting her like almost everyday last week. Yeah. So met her at woodlands around 3. It rained so i was late. Sorry dear. Then we boarded the train to Tampines. It was a long ride. Yawnz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted all our way there. Cracked jokes as per normal. Tickle tickle. Its always fun teasing her :P Reached Tampines and we still need to take a bus. I just realised tat we are going to her Auntie's house. Gosh was i nervouse. Meeting the in laws. Hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was big. DAmn big. A mayonaise. Haha. Watched Wishing Stairs there. Talked to the aunties and grandparents. Their Javanese so i was like a Macanese so i didnt understand them. My dear made me a drink. Hehe. It was as sweet as her. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting her cuzzins, we then went to city hall to eat. Gosh we were hungry. I ate like a cow. Hehe. I didnt had anything since breakfast. After that send her home. Yeah a memory left in my brain. Sweet ones. Hehe. Muackz to dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109266511598821926?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109266511598821926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109266511598821926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266511598821926' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109230557564885893</id><published>2004-08-12T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T18:12:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its our 10 months anniversary today. Woohoooo :) . We went this far. Wah. Hehe. I'm truly happy to say that i got the chance to know her last year. Yup we became frens but then it blossomed and i am glad tat happens. Damn glad. Hehe. Now tat we are together, i truly love her and will cherish her. Hope our relationship stays strong. Muackz. Love u always Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wat she's doing now? damn bored at home nothing to do. Hmmm maybe she's busy tats why she's not replying my msg? hmmm well i guess i'll just go do my revision now then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*opens Book*&lt;br /&gt;*slams head onto the table*&lt;br /&gt;*zZzZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109230557564885893?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109230557564885893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109230557564885893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109230557564885893' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109212978183586438</id><published>2004-08-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:23:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a fun day. Fun and  the most happiest because of many reasons. Haha. Yesterday was SINGAPORE'S NATIONAL DAY! Weeeeee.  Boo0o-Baaang-KRekedabOom-Prapaaangpang&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So happy 39 birthday Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the celebration's aside. I went to play soccer with my frens today. Its been a loong loong time since i played with the gang. Yeah. It was indeed enjoyable. Played with the Indians and Mats and beating them all was just pure pleasure and it brings back the unbeatable soccer team memoires. Hehe :) Hope theres plenty more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go out with darlz today. She had to attend a bdae function too. Its ok. Cant go out with her everyday.  Later she bored of me :) She was out the whole evening and afternoon. Gosh it was terrible. Cant msg her. Scared i'm bothering her. Well i just waited. And her mom said something which i am happy about. Delightful. Joyful. Excited. Smiling. Yeah. It all came to this. Wow. Appreaciate my every single second of life cuz u never know the ups and downs might just bring another ups and down and eventually will lead u to another ups and down and finally u reach Mount Everest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u dear. Muackz      @&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109212978183586438?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109212978183586438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109212978183586438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109212978183586438' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109179189587917538</id><published>2004-08-06T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T19:31:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. Today was a fun day. I didnt go to skool today cuz there were no lessons. Only some celebrations going on. Yeah. Then i went out with my Dear today. Planning to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met my Dear at 12+ at Bishan. Pick her up from skool. Then we went to PS to catch a movie. It was a damn crowded area since everyone had half skool day. Shucks. We didnt manage to catch a movie there since all the movies are booked. Damn. So we decided to go to Lido Cineplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk and walk. Went by shops and some window shopping. Hehe. Guess she was tired. I think too tired that she was feeling thirsty everytime. Hehe :P. Saw Genx and frenz  at Heeren. They were catching a movie too. Wonder if they got the chance. Well we reach Lido and hell it was also crowded with ppl. But we still queued up to catch one of the movies. But ya it was all book as well. So we decided to go to Another cinema besides Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to the next cineplex, my dear bought her jeans. The fitting room was like no lock or something and i had to hold the curtains. Haha. Lucky i was a good boy today if not....... :P So after she bought her jeans we went to the next cineplex. We went to queue up as usual and the place was booked to. So we gave up and decided to go sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Takashimaya, Pacific plaza, Wisma Atria and Far East. I planned to buy dear a present but it was not there anymore. So one shop after another shop we went. Browsing at stuff and bought nothing. Last resort, we went to City link. We were hoping there was the bag there but to no avail. So in the end i bought her an Adidas bag which was nice to me since it had tinges of red. Hehe. Happy Bdae Darlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109179189587917538?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109179189587917538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109179189587917538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179189587917538' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109162408574163616</id><published>2004-08-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:54:45.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday. The day of all shortness. Yeah. Today is the shortest day of my week. Ended at 1.40 today. Summary on skool today: It was a fine day. No scoldings. Everything went on smoothly. Nothing much hapopen in skool except tat Fareez was exceptionally late. So i went to skool without him. Cant be late today cuz meeting my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last period was econs and after tat I straight went to meet her. She waited for me since my bus was late. Grrrr.  So went to eat with Dear. The last time we had lunch together at Banquet was a long time ago. It was nice doing it again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the eating session. We went home. Took the mrt as per usual. it took just 30 mins to go to city hall. From there, we took a bus. Then all the laughter and all the laughter and all the huhu haha was made. It was always fun being with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after sending her home. I went home alone. Haha. It was embarrasing sleeping in the mrt. Argghhhh. I was like dozing and dozing off. And was hitting the person next to me. And wah. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was just a pretty good day for me. Nice day indeed with my darlz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109162408574163616?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109162408574163616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109162408574163616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162408574163616' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109145660545369297</id><published>2004-08-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:23:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very looooooong day. Long as in very Lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggg.  Skool was as per normal but i reached skool late. It was raining. So i took the bus and circle one Woodlands before reaching Mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day where there is many tutorial. PLus the fact tat we having our econs test at 5.25. Shit. Our day ends at 3.10. So we ended up studying for an hour. Haiz. Stress. And the test ends at 7. Wah. Hell. Then reached home around 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my dear on the phone. Wah. I am sorry. Sorry uh. Tsk. smile k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109145660545369297?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109145660545369297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109145660545369297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145660545369297' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109136862785213819</id><published>2004-08-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T21:57:07.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was not up to my standard day. I literally forgot about my econs test. I got 13 articles of GP to da. Common test is round the corner. I'm sure i can make it but i must start to revise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good day due to the fact i going to see my darlz at skool. That only brightens up my day. The rest of it. Well just say it didnt turn out well. Skool was normal. Then me and darlz decided to meet up at Woodlands. I was happy at that moment. Ya happy. Then all was said and planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it #$^%$%^ rained. Haiz. Maybe that changed her mind. Well i cant force her to come. She cancelled it due to the fact tat it was raining. So I was like no0o0o0o0 in the bus. But haiz nvm. Her mom was sick too. So cant get angry over small little things.  So a happy moment was cancelled. I'm feeling sucky now. Not because of how things turn out to be, but how ppl look up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl will like ring my house phone and ask for me. Then they will slyly ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abu Abu, can u help me with this and that and this and that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could i decline. If i did, my mom will give that mad-cannot help others izzit-angry-dun care face to me. So i grudgingly like answer the phone. And went ya ya ya ya all the way. When i put down the phone, i was cursing myself. Why am i being afraid to say tat i am busy with my revision or work. But i couldnt care less. It was too hard for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a weakness. I cant think straight when angry or not in the mood. U imagine, the auntie asked me to do a primary 4 maths sum, me being a mathematical genius cant do it. Why?? Its all because i'm not in the mood. Sucky sucky sucky. Looking forward to Wednesday so i can meet my dear. Love lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109136862785213819?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109136862785213819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109136862785213819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136862785213819' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109102119221106316</id><published>2004-07-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:26:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a fine day except for skool which is boring. Haha. Econs tutorial was hell as usual. But she brought us to the comp lab. Haha. Then after her lesson, she was like " log off and go to ur next lesson " and she trotted away. The 7 wonders minus 3 stayed back as we wanna play Quake there. We were enjoyin playing when suddenly MS TIE came in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wat are u all doin? " She said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like shocked. Argghh. wat the hell. We just say we are logging off from the computer. Haha. We walked out of the lab and slack at the benches. Then the whole day was the same. Lesson here lesson there lesson everywhere. Mr Lee with his Jokest and his thinking skill and his 1979 years of teaching and his 4A's and his dream of 4 A's. HAiz. Gettin fed up with teachers talking about our class going to be seperated and wat shit and wat not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skool was straight home as i wanted to meet my dear. But before tat mom ask me to accompany her to the bank. Withdraw some money. So i was like ok ok. After tat i went home to get change and be presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 4.15pm and sat in the train all the way to City Hall. I was like dozzing off in the train. Its always the same thing. Dozing everywhere i go. The most shy part was i suddenly jerk. Wah. The feeling. Haha. So reach City Hall at around 5 and straight went to see Darlz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They totally dominated the dome. It was all to themselves. Met my darlz carzy frens. Wah, They were havoc. Making noise. Chasing each other. Foods all over. Hehe :P. They were practising for the teachers day performance. Yeah they going to perform. My Dear has a band. Wah. Soo proud of her. No wonder i feel special. Hehe. All the best ya dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i accompanied her to Dadi's restaurant to buy her family meals. Haha. Had lotsa fun to on the journey there. It was around 7 plus when i went home. Overall it was a beautiful day with my dear always brightening up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109102119221106316?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109102119221106316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109102119221106316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102119221106316' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-109094209695222212</id><published>2004-07-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:28:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eve and B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Must give an entry to this wonderful gal of mine. It all started way back. Way way back. 9 months past like water drift down the waterfall then become pond then become ocean. Haha. Yeah serious business. She's one helluva girl. So i'm just gonna write a story on my darlz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: First Sight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First sight yeah. I remembered vividly that i have seen her before in one of her cuzzins place but geee she couldn't remember. But its ok. Religious class was just a chore for me everyweek Sunday. Religious class. Yazid, one of my cuzzin, was in the same class as me. So every Sunday was like a reunion for the cuzzins. Haha. Then my aunt then said one of her cuzzin is joining the skool. I was like oh ya nvm, surely i didnt know their cuzzin&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;But wat the hey. Its Hawa. I tried to recall. Ya it was her. The gerl i saw in the cuzzy place. So i was not excited, i was anxious, over enthu. Haha. No lah. Just waited for her to be admitted in th school. The day came. For the first time i set my eyes upon her face. Wah. Tat's her now. But shhhh i didnt say anything. I " act " normal. Hehe. Everytime she came meet my aunt, i was like " hey hey Abu tat's her " . But i was like dunno lah k. Shy maybe and i walked away. But not my fault. I see her face like not friendly. Hehe. So i acted fierce also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i told her in the past and now, going to religious skool is a joy for me now. My dear's in the same skool. But the hard part was like trying to talk to her. I clearly remember. The month of October. Her N level had just ended and my O's are round the corner. In one of our religious classes, i ask Yazid for her number. Phew luckily Yazid didn't ask much. But i SWEAR i at tat moment in time just wanted to make frens with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message sent. Tat was the anxious moment. Will she reply? Will she not? It took her a long time to reply. Ya and i thought tat she dun wanna be my fren. " Ya, i know u. Yazid's cuzzin " was her reply. I REMEMBER OK. Wah. Happiness level 34235423. But the happiness ended fast since she didnt reply much. So i took my move and became silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days pass and we became quiet. Sunday. I was revising for my O's. Then, Beep Beep, Beep Beep. So i tot it was my bestest fren eric wanting to ask me out and study at the libray. But, it was her, Hawa Hp as it was written in my phonebook. So i was like wondering wat she msg. " Hey wat u doin? " Short yet a sign of relief for me. &lt;br /&gt;Then it all started. But i had to study thus i told her i'll msg her whenever i'm free. Days pass and we started msging each other. Morning and Nite msges were given. Hi and Bye were said to each other. Oh ya! She kept asking me why did i ask for her number. I said i was just making a fren. She ask me like 3 times. Haha :P So we became frens and each day become closer and closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Going on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by. Sms her like everyday. She's friendly to be short. Too friendly :P hehehe. She's my campanion for like the duration of my O level. So i know more about her. We like share some common interest. And i found out tat she's not the typical whine-nag-jealous-mushy type of gerl. She got her own "STYLE". We like have the same fate too. Ditch by our bf/gf for 6 times. ya SIX times. Its sad listening to each other story. But wat the hey, we got each other now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember our first meeting. It was at City hall. She was job hunting with her frens while i was going to my aunts place. So we by chance on instant impact and tat moment in time suddenly wham bam decided we should meet. Met her at City Hall with her frens and went searching around. Didnt talk much with her since she was with her frens. Chatted with her when we were only going to our aunts place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 3: Festive Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After my O's, it was the fasting month. A whole stretch of 30 days, no eat or drink. For some of the days, i ask her out to break fast together. The first one was at Carona at marina. The moment we sat upon on each other eyes. We close our eyes. Then our mouths staaarteeeedddd......starrteeeddd to munch on our foods. We were joking all the way. Like 2 best frens meeting for the first time after being seperated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat was as usual walking by the esplanade. Chat together. Then after tat we went seperate ways. Is she the one Abu. Hmmmm. Such nice gerls. Why does she have to go through all the misery her other ex have put her through. :) chey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet her like a couple of times. Same thing go eating then esplanade. Chat Chat. Her face glows u see. Hehe :) Enjoyed my outings with her. Went out like 3 times during the fasting months. We went to catch a movie too. The Lord Of The Rings. Haha. First movie together. Nice outing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 4: Confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It was just fast enough for her to capture my heart. She's the special person in my heart. She's just different. Rock music. Personality of her own. Upmost loyalness. Kind. Caring. Friendly. Package in one. Though i try to hide the feelings from her, i'm starting to behave strangely in her presence. Gibberish talk. Ya ya. Haha. Then i confess to her. Told her erveything. And she said " ya " Then i wak like " ok " and thought tat it might be just too fast for her. So i didn't bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hopinh she liked me back. But she didnt tell me anything until tat fateful day. She confessed to me. It was like wow. Heaven. Ya. Wow. Then i tell her why didnt she told me earlier.&amp;nbsp; Haha. I told her i confessed to her before and she was like " no u didnt " and i said " ya " and she said " no u didnt " Haha. So all was happy at tat time. Soo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 5: Now and Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Things have change now. 27/7/04. We are in a relationship now. 9 going to 10 months together. Challenges faced. Problems tackled. Memories sewn. How each day i treasure her more and more. Loving her the best i could. :) We certainly went through a lot. Hehe. See each other every week. Wow. Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Fri and Sat. Pick her up from soccer training. My baby is a soccer player man. :) After tat is either a dinner together or walk around town. Everyday i look forward to weekends since its the only time i get to see darlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 6: My Sincere Gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say tat i am grateful to have met my dear. She's the one i have been looking for. I may not be perfect dear. But i certainly will improve and change myself. Love you lots and more each day. Your the kind of girl i have been looking for. Loyal and very caring towards me. Thanx for sticking with me after all the bad sides i have shown you. I will certainly try not to do it again. Mistakes happen and we should forgive each other. You are just sooooooooooooooooo valuable to me and i cant imagine a day without u. Thanx again for loving me. I promise i'll be by your side no matter wat happens. Through thick and thin. Abu loves Hawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muackz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-109094209695222212?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109094209695222212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/109094209695222212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109094209695222212' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108990675071513434</id><published>2004-07-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T23:52:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back again. Wah long time never update. Skool lah. Hectic like wat seh. So tired. Grrrr. I didnt even get the time to update. Haha many things happen recently. I dunno uh wats up in me. Kind of grouchy nowadays. Hurt my darlz a lot. But we are ok now. So sorry yeah about my mood recently. :) well things going smoothly now. Gonna pick her up from soccer tomolo. Weeee. Another day spend jus for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skool is fine now. I've been muggin again and seriously work seems to be a little easier now. Pheew. Gonna do well in the next test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackz to darlz. Sleep sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108990675071513434?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108990675071513434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108990675071513434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108990675071513434' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108769874357153898</id><published>2004-06-20T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T10:32:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey. Another new entry to begin. Let's have a recap on the past fewa days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Monday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I went to school today. Yeah. Had my econs lecture. I think for the first time i went school for the whole of june. Yeah. Pretty much slacking. Ends at 10 and me, vikky and reez decided to go Banquet to get some food. Went there ate ice kachang and stuffs. After like 40 mins there we went home. Vikky went to his cousins place while i went to reez house. Played NEED FOR SPEED: UNDERGROUND which is totally fun. Went home around 4+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Tuesday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Kind of forgot wat i did for tuesday. I only remember tat i didnt went to school today. So i'm at home most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Wednesday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to school for econs again. As usual it ends at 10 and the trios went to Banquet as usual to grap some food. Had our normal routing. Today, the trios decided to go to reez house. Crack jokes in the bus. Laugh laugh laugh. Had food at reez house. Played games. We got the house to ourselves. Wow!! Hehe. At 3+ we went homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108769874357153898?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108769874357153898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108769874357153898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108769874357153898' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108737575274859255</id><published>2004-06-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T16:49:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh. Today was a tiring day. Aaaaooommmm. So tired. But all is well. Yeah. Tomolo darlz coming to my house and weee i'm excited. Hmmmm, got nothing much to do now except wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitttt.....lalalal....               wait.....w....a....i......t................ shake shake olala....wakakkaka.... waaaa...iitttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm bored. Was suppose to go out today if Fareez didnt have to spoil it all. But well, its ok. Gonna do hw now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108737575274859255?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108737575274859255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108737575274859255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737575274859255' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108713453680031745</id><published>2004-06-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T21:48:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey. Today was superbly-ultimatum-plus-ultrs-sciantaie-pratia-gratie boring. And i'm getting lamer by the minute. Soo boring. I watch Finding Nemo and Johny English to pass the time. But heck, I glanced at the clock and its just 2pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now i know the importance of having a company. She's not in Singapore. No wonder i'm alone. This weekend was boring. Didnt go out. Argghhhh. Oh well. I'm the same as Ikhsan, We're in the same boat. But she'll be back tomolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108713453680031745?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108713453680031745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108713453680031745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713453680031745' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108696125696270134</id><published>2004-06-11T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:40:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz came back from malaysia. I got ripped off 14 ringgit. Knnx. The SIM CITY 4 cant be played. @#%^*&amp;^#$%#$%%. Got soo agitated. Haha. But never mind. Wat do u expect. Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Well had a pretty tiring day though. Walking all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 12.45 and met Ahmad around 1.30 at Kranji. Took 170 to the checkpoint. Passports chopped so there we go. Yeah, First City Square, walk around to find my ring, but nah, i'll buy it later. Was flipping through this music cds and by luck i pass by my Dear's fav new cd, N.E.R.D. So bought one for her. Really feel proud of myself. Hehe!!! Wish she is happy bout it. Kept thinking about her all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a gazellion things in my head tat i wanted to buy, but alas the things there were more expensive than expected. Ahmad went to eat first, and it cost him 8 ringgit. Damn, for a plate of rice, chickin, veggies, 8 ringgit. Wow!!! So after eating we started scouting. First we wanted to buy caps. So walked in and out of shops, asking prices, they new we were from Singapore so they were like JACKING up the prices. So came buy a shop selling nice caps. I bought one and Ahmad bought a bag from tat shop too. Orite, got one thing from my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came buy this computer game shop. Bought the SIM CITY 4 cs for 14 ringgit which eventually cant be played. I WAS RIPPED. Arggghhhh. Let it go. NVM. No wonder Malaysia cant prosper with all the crooks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were running out of shops, went to Komtar but nothing exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the shop sells Ahmad specs. He found out tat he too was ripped 18 dollars in Singapore currency. Malaysia sell his glasses at half price of what Singapore sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat, Ahmad wanted to buy jeans. I too wanted to buy but looking at the prices, i kept delayin and delayin it. Ahmad bought his jeans which he saves 20 dollars if he bought it in Singapore. He wanted it tailored so while waiting we decided to go THE ANGSANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab there. THE TAXI DRIVER was trying to fish us of our money. Wah. Luckily Ahmad was there. He was more familiar of the ride and caught him red handed. Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, Shirts were bought. I finally bought my jeans. Yeah. Really bought many things there. Really lots. 5.30 pm. Gosh. I panic. I wanted to reach home as fast as possible as My dear was going to M'sia to this day. Scared i will not get a chance to well wish her. Hehehe. So after Ahmad ordered his pizza, we rush back to City Square to take Ahmad jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home. I was searched from top to bottom by the policeman. Hehe!! The feeling!!! Then i was questioned on how much i bought the pirated Cds. Luckily i was let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. A wonderful experience indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108696125696270134?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108696125696270134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108696125696270134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696125696270134' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108688172651949964</id><published>2004-06-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:35:26.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Feeling beat now. Juz had a conversation with darlz. Weeeee. I'm beat today. Yeah. Sooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met Ewick at 9.30 under my block. Then met the rest of the guys at 10 outside the skool. We were collecting our O level Cers. Yeah. Reminissions of the past. The O level stress. Wow!!! I've actually gone through it. Haiz. Now comes A level. :) Study hard!!! Well my sec skool is shit now. With upgrading going on here and there. Terrible place. We actually need to get a visitors pass!! Heck!! After taking the certs, we made our move to Sentosa. Yeah everyone pretty excited about it. Met my long lost frens. Joyful Joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wat else can u expect from Ewick in the mrt. The usual joker cracking jokes here and there. Enjoyable journey. Reach Harbourfront around 12.05 pm and straight took the bus to Sentosa. As usual, Ahmad was late. Hehe. He went there by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go to Siloso Beach instead of the norm. We paid for the accomodities there. Borrowed a volleyball and began playing. Poor Ramones, He's sick and juz sat there under the coconut tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, wakakakaka. He's down. :P Well played volleyball under the hot sun. Scorching Earth. Swollen hands. After feeling tired, we decided to take a swim. The waters there are dirty. Dunno why. After that, we decided to continue playing volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer guys then decided to play soccer. So there we go heading to the court. We drove of the challenges. Typical scene huh. With the god-mode team around, no-one can beat us. But the coarse sand took its toll on my feets. Cuts and bruises here and there. Ouch. Blood. Hehe. Stop playing since the sun is blistering hot. The other guys decided to kayak. Me, Ewick and yan decided to relax by the coconut tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures here and there. Around 6 we pack up and move off to eat at Seah In Food Centre. Ate chicken rice then went home. Everyone seperated but the woodlanders still stick together. Made fun at ppl in the MRT. Wakakaka. Ewick ewick. Then tat's the day for me. SYED!!! Bastard. Never come. Hehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108688172651949964?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108688172651949964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108688172651949964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688172651949964' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108652770856206581</id><published>2004-06-06T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:22:29.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. Review on the activities i did for the past two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt; Saturday &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up as usual. Then had to follow my family go occasions. One at jurong west and one at woodlands. So we went out around 12 noon and met my mom's fren. Took the mrt to Boon Lay where we took the bus 242 to get to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it was near Syed's block. But i was shy to meet him. Hehe :) it was actually my mom's fren cuzzin getting married. Dunno how we are related here. The dish there was a superb goal. The rice was superbly assisted. The chicken was overlapped nicely. Wow. Wonderful play by the Brazilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there around 2 then we went home. My mom actually wanna see the bride but hey its already 2 and we're late for the next occasion. We then headed back to woodlands. The journey back brings me memories. The old times. Taking the bus 242 with my buddies from syed house on Hari Raya. Wow! The feeling. Overwhelming. Superb show by Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't go for the next one. It was held at Woodlands Community Centre. I waited for my mom at home. It was a religious teacher's son getting married. No way was i going there. Hehehe. Mom reach home around 4.20pm and then we went to ma Dear's birthday pit at East Coast park. Couldn't wait to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took like about and hour and a half to get there. By the time we reach there, it was already 6.45pm. Oh well. But its great to see her. Her hair. Her face. Hahaha. Then we began eating eating eating. Then came the breeze. We then decided to take a romantic walk by the Beach. It was heaven. Wow! Nice Goal! I talked to her sis and parents too. Meet the parents session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up at around 10 and my Uncle drove us home. Reach home around 11 where i'm beaten up by gangsters and neet to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Today &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syed wanted me to follow. HE FORCED ME TO FOLLOW. i had religious school today BUT HE FORCED ME. It was not my fault!!! hhaahhaah :P So Syed msg me in the morning. He wanted to go Yishun because of this promotion being held by Singtel about broadband. Yeah. So i decided to follow him. He said he meeting me at woodlands at 2.15pm BUT HE IS JUST A FICKLE MINDED PERSON. hahahaha :) LAst minute changes. We met at CCK because his EZ link was spoilt and needed a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at 2.25pm and after all the hassle we went to yishun. So we talked... Wait... GOSSIP alot . Wakakakakak. Catch up with things and ya the journey was fun. So i was searching for my game stall whereby Syed was searching for his tiny little Singtel booth in the interchange. Weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there Syed went debating with the Singtel personnel. Then he went to confirm with his brother while searching for my game shop. But to no avail. No more FAKE game shop. Well then we went to this pasar malam in search of a game stall. But to no avail. So we sat at LJS bcuz Syed wanna eat. BUT HE's SUCH A FICKLE MINDED PERSON. He decided not to eat. Heheheh :P Then we head back to the booth cuz he needed a confirmation with the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all details were collected, we decided to go home. So yeah i met syed today. Weeee... So here i am sitting down at home doing nothing. HAiz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108652770856206581?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108652770856206581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108652770856206581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652770856206581' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108634013162068447</id><published>2004-06-04T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:08:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from going out with Ahmad. As USUAL, Ahmad was late. Plz ahmad tag my tagboard. plzzzzz. Haha. he was 35 mins late i think. And he went to the wrong meeting point too. Sheesh. Oh well. He had already took his number and so i took mine too. Wow! 180+ ppl ahead of me therefore we decided to eat to pass the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time past and we tot tat it was late. We rushed back only to find out tat we were still early. So we went back to beach road cuz Ahmad want to buy some stuffs. And there he goes on a shopping spree. Tralalalal Tralalala. And then.....Jeng jeng. We were late. We missed our numbers and we panicked. Oh before tat we met up with vek to cuz he too wanna go on a shopping spree. Back to the situation. We were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we approached the kind malay lady and we CUT the queue. Weeeeee. The feeling. Haha. The endorsement was done and i cant wait to go Malaysia with Ahmad next week. After tat Ahmad went to orchard with Vek but i had to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am. Sitting down. Had a tiff with her. Feeling angry. I dunno why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108634013162068447?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108634013162068447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108634013162068447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108634013162068447' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108626167278305352</id><published>2004-06-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:21:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Its been a long time. Yeah. I'm back guys and gals. Haha. Sorry to keep you all waiting IF you all were waiting. For those tat do not, plz press the little x on the right hand corner of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jc pretty hectic. Haha. I dunno how many times i got scolded. But screw it. I'm wanna write a happy entry. The first after long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss my secondary skool. My bestest frens. Ya. Meet you all soon. And Ahmad, you're the best. Thanx for inviting me out. weeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108626167278305352?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108626167278305352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108626167278305352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626167278305352' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108211293668787274</id><published>2004-04-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T18:59:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A nice day indeed. Yeah. It was a pretty fast day for me and frens. Yeah skool ended like 12.10 for us. Went to eat then comp lab. But it was undermantainence. Yeah so we were supposed to meet Ms Tie during our break but we didn't. So we went to the office finding her. Wah!!! She was not there. So we waited for like about hmmmm 15-20 mins. We had a great time though gossipping while she was not there. We were like pretty sure we were gonna get a scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great sitting with vikky,fareez,pavan and mike together gossipping. Haha. They were like eating biscuits while i was errr snoring. Haha :P Then she came. So we were like " This is the beginning of the end " :) We were asked to get into a classroom. Oh no!!! Why a classroom. A scolding is inevitable. But we were totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was actually talking some sense to us. I respected her. She was not tat grumpy shouting tat kind. She was actually talking to us in a good way. A very good way. Yeah! I for sure tat only the 3 of us, me, fareez and vikky, are the only person tat gonna see her good side. YEah. SHe talked to us about life out there. The cruel world and she is reasonable. Yeah. Totally changed my perspective of her. And she was like talking sooooo good to us and i was like listening all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am sure tat i am lucky to have her as a teacher minus the scolding attitude of her. Yeah. Keep it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108211293668787274?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108211293668787274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108211293668787274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108211293668787274' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108177990942427711</id><published>2004-04-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:29:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeee. I"m feeling tired. Dead tired. Skool sux today. It officially started. Lesson officially start today when all the other JCs started weeks ago. Haiz! Are we like gonna die? Got scolded for econs today. Haiz. Didnt bring my file and didnt do my tutorial. Errrr. Come on lah teacher, many ppl didn't do also. And she was like:&lt;BR&gt; " Aboo Bakar uh... Neaaver do homework and never bring file uh. I write this doaawnnn so tat it reflects in ur progress card uh."&lt;BR&gt; KNNx teacher. Me only uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does it again and i confirm promise cheebai no matter wat will retort back at her. Cuz i know the P has been waiting long enough to sack her. He just waiting for a student to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108177990942427711?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108177990942427711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108177990942427711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177990942427711' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108117032163440681</id><published>2004-04-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:09:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok man! Today rocks ultimatum-almatul-ultimatim. Haha!! Yeah. Let start from school alright. Nothing unexpected happen. Woke up. Same as usual Feel sleepy. Haha :) then trot to school meet fareez bla bla bla. Hmmmm. Went to Maths lecture. I dunno why but i really really enjoyed my Maths lectures. Is there something going on with me and maths? Well i seriously do love doing mathematics. I love mathematics. Without mathematics, wat can u do? You cant be a mathematics teacher who teaches mathematics. You cant do any mathematics and you cant do anything associated with mathematics. After tat, we had our break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we wondered. Why there were many ppl at the Computer lab 3 and 4, library and rooftop cafe. Are these the lot of ppl tat skip lessons? Woooooo. We have disciples. Hehe :P We watch the players play squash. Samual rocks man!!! He thrashed ppl. Like TOTALLY while fareez was SCREAMING LIKE A GIRL insulting ppl. hehe :) Physics lecture was a lot of laughing. About FR nathan. I seriously dun understand Fareez. Laughs at the slightest thing possible. After tat was econs and skool ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Syed, our looooooooong loooooooong looooooooooooooooooong * YaWnz * looooooooooooooong lost fren, * chuckles * , wanted to meet us. So me,fareez,kian chye and ikhsan went to met him. We walked all the way there from school. As usual fareez was making the lameeeest joke on the planet zorg. HAha!! And yeah, syed tried calling us many times and when we picked it up, wat he get was just repeated hellooooos!!!! Hahahaha. Loooong looooooooong time ikhsan never came up with tat sort of pranks. Then met syed around 3 at Banquet. Ate and after tat sat at KFC. Talked crap and crap. Insulting ppl. Bullshitting. And fighring. Syed and Ikhsan were like fighting with fareez about some la la la la la la. Didn;t know wat happen. I was sleeping. Sat for around 3 hrs when we decided to take neoprints but strike out the idea cuz the shop was like decorated with hearts and loves and pink in colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed today. All the laughter. The lameness. The old times again. Miss my gang. Wish we go out as a group again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108117032163440681?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108117032163440681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108117032163440681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117032163440681' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108092036958070783</id><published>2004-04-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:43:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well o well, havent been updating for a whole ppl. Yeah. Nothing hip and hop and hip is going on in my life. My JC too was like not fair against some of us who couldnt take a certain course. But let put it this way. Wat's the use of having bonus points to stay on if u cant take the subjects u wan. And since u have been there for like the first 3-mths, shouldn't we have at least a priviledged against the subjects or combi we wan? yeah. MERITOCRACY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking back, we still do have a prospect in the future. The chemustry ppl will be in for a more stern competiotion when looking for jobs later since in economics have said : If we have a large surplus, the demand will go down. &lt;br /&gt;So u guys go figure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darlz really mae my day. Always encouraging me to take on physics. Yeah! but i still do wan chem. Fareez was sad by it too. But bro we need to really focus on physics and show those toot-tooot-tooooot-train teachers hu is wrong. Yeah! A swear is A swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out with her lately. Yeah. Norm, she met me like just twice a week. But this week was like everyday. Guess i was glued to her now. Became soooo attracted to her. Nowadays i'm moody too. Cant seem to figure out why. Everything i do must be in a perfect timing. Dun like anymore pestering from others. Less jokes. Kept more things to myself. But i washed it away with a smile. I know tat life is gonna be better tomolo and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108092036958070783?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108092036958070783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108092036958070783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092036958070783' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108040248717525476</id><published>2004-03-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:51:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Well Well. Today nothing much happened. But as usual i pick my Darlz up afteer her CCA. So  went to fetch her at 1.30. But she came late at around 2. Asked why. She said she played soccer. Ok ok forgiven dun wanna drag it and make my day sulky with her. Yeah. So she wanted to go jamming with her frens. Ok ok its ok. Not angry. She got band now wat. So i dun force her. So went with her to the jamming place at haig road. But her friends haven't came. So ate ice cream with her and trot around geylang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much was diff. Still the same old geylang it used to be. All the Malay community. Her friends came around 3.30. So i went back home. Pretty boring day uh Abu. Well bear with it for a couple more mths. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108040248717525476?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108040248717525476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108040248717525476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040248717525476' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-108010992868540180</id><published>2004-03-24T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:35:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was horrible. I didn't get the combi i wanted to take. But i guess i'm pretty happy in taking 3 A's combi. Wouldn't want to pressure myself. I'm not a science student after all.  Congratz to Fareez in getting his combi of his choice although he said he's gonna drop one later. Well best of luck my frenz. Wat pisses me off is tat they - the commitee - didn't plan the activities well. Worst planners. But they took the whole week to plan it. But hu am i to brag. But they off shot it by an hour. Imagine coming late to skool by an hour. Surely the DM will tell about Time Management. But where did the Time Managment go in the Orientation. I mean surely they know roughly to gauge the time. But naah. They got it wrong. Ok enuf of nagging. Dun like to nag either but i was pissed. So did the bunch of guys with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it turn out to be a fun day at home. Yeah. Went home and mom cook my favourite dish. Ate it since i didnt have lunch in skool. After tat chatted with a few frens and was pretty eager on my tuition later. Gonna actually tutor a person for the first time. Yeah. I'm working. Weeeee!! So it started at 8. Went to her house. Chatted with the parents for a while and there i go teaching her. She's a primary 6 student. Clever but like most of us, CARELESS. Heard from her mom she did badly in the CA. But from the way i see, she's a pretty fast worker. With careless mistake lying around. Cute gerl yeah. Wanting to have a sister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition for an hour and a half and it ended. Her parents cook some dishes for me to feast on. Not soo much but i had my fill. Its on every Tuesday and Wednesday. Today its another day. Can't wait for it. Yeah! I like tutoring ppl. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-108010992868540180?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108010992868540180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/108010992868540180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010992868540180' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107979982565792346</id><published>2004-03-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T00:27:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a sloooooooow day for me. Everything went slooooooowly for me. Woke up to find no-one at home. Called them and they were out visiting my aunt's place or something. So i got the whole morning to myself. I was online the whole morning. Nothing to do. The screen stared at me and i stared back at the screen. Luckily i fetch my Darlz today. But its strange when the time then seems to be fast when i am with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a serious headache today. Dunno y. Maybe too much sleep. In the mrt i sleep. At home i sleep. Hmmm. Skool starting soon and i'm still in the holidae mood. Yeah, me and Fareez and Non are in the same skool. Not forgetting weibin too. YEah. The whole gang again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107979982565792346?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107979982565792346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107979982565792346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979982565792346' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107961642895367971</id><published>2004-03-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:30:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orite bebey!!!! Today was a FUN day for me. Wahahahaa!!! Yeah. Met Darlz around 1pm at PS. She wanted to go to the music store there. Check out the electric guitar she wanna buy. Haha. She got her own band too. Wahahaha!!! After tat we walked around and walked. Actually wanna buy a cap, same as hers, but i dropped the idea since she wanna catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to Lido to catch the latest haunting movie THE EYE:2. Hmmmm, summary about it. Its about a pregnant lady seeing goes. Its about religion though. Buddha. Yeah. Throughout her labour days, she kept seeing goes wanting to get inside her womb which the religion of Buddhist believe in reincarnation. So these trapped souls will wan to get into the mother's womb to be reincarnated. Its not a scary movie actually. Its SHOCKING. Imagine seeing live on movie 2 ppl commit suicide and fall fast flat to the ground. Their face half dented and blood oozing out. And worst, imagine it talkin " hello miss?? Have u seen my dad? He's not back home yet.. " and the eyes are rolling over and over. Yeah. Gross Rating: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat else, she was scared to. Hehe! Noty me. So after the movie we went to Marina to eat at LJS. Our same eating place. Sent her home. Got my kiss. hehe :P Soo happy today. Yeah there's going to be a gig at the esplanade at 7. Not going though. I hope i can go to Eric's gig. Hope my mom will let me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107961642895367971?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107961642895367971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107961642895367971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961642895367971' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107919402618364993</id><published>2004-03-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T00:10:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from the BBQ pit. Weeeee!! So tiring. But the bad point it it rained heavily causing the event to momentarily stop for like 45 mins. My family and another cuz family of mine had to squeeze in one tent. Imagine there is 7 ppl inside a small tent. Stuffy and hot. Smelly and Rotten. Wet and Wild. Small and Tiny. Thunder and Lightning. Peace and Quiet. Gosh!!! Unbearable. I slept in an awkward position like a baby stance. I just couldn't take it. The lighting flashes were like as if there hit near my tent. FlasssSsssHHhhhh!!! pheew!! Nothing happen. But seriously the sight of lightning zipping through the sky is breath-taking. Especially in the wide open sea of East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain stopped, we the begam bbq-ing our food. Haha!! I became the tester. Got to eat all the things first. Hehe!! By then i was full. Decided to play with all my tiny tots there. There are soo cute and adorable. They ask me to play with them. Make sandcastle all. Haha!! Always wanted to be small again. But hey!! I am small. Haha. But amazing thing is, our pit produces the most smoke out there. :P Wonder Why. Played soccer with my bros out there. Fun. Perspired. My legs are aching now. Neck problem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107919402618364993?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107919402618364993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107919402618364993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919402618364993' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107908729716558666</id><published>2004-03-12T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T18:31:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening Diary. Haha. Just ended my conversation on the phone. Just got back from Fareez house. Haha. That lame ass Fareez. U cant have a serious talk with him. So hard. Wait later he give u the times 2 plus 3 shit up his arse. Aiyooo. Fareez. Come on. 17 already. Haha. Today i phsyc Syed and Fareez not to go prayers. But I seriously didn't say anything. They were like "Dude, we are gonna be late already" Ya ya. Hahaha. So we decided to go FAreez house. Ranon was with us but he went home first. Gonna miss my ramones. He's leaving JJ. WHY!!!!! I tot we have something going on!!! wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 2 hours at fareez house playing MOHAA. Strum guitars. Eat food and all. Went home around 4+ when someone called me to order me to come back to Swiss Cottage. I said hey. Wat for?? They say finish up cake. Ya ya. I told them i can't make it and they were angry. My fault??? Aiyooo. Why do things at the 11th hour one. Soooo angry. This song if for u ppl. Calling me at the 11th hour. LAMB OF GOD- 11th HOUR. Well, gonna take a rest now. Tomolo going to my cuzzy bbq pit. We are going our own seperate ways now. Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107908729716558666?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107908729716558666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107908729716558666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107908729716558666' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107893397841536733</id><published>2004-03-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T14:22:28.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me start of today's entry with the summary of the things tat happen:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Crashing MI&lt;br /&gt;2- Getting caught while entering MI&lt;br /&gt;3- Making Nice frens of Ahmad from MI&lt;br /&gt;4 Eating food from MI&lt;br /&gt;5- Met Natasha Shah from MI&lt;br /&gt;6- The GRAND EXCAPE out of MI&lt;br /&gt;7- Meet Eric The Man&lt;br /&gt;8- Home&lt;br /&gt;9- Met Eric The Man Again&lt;br /&gt;10- Met Darlz&lt;br /&gt;11- Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite start of the day, trot to BB interchange to meet Ahmad. Ya! U guessed it. He's late. Always late. hehe :P. I crashes MI today. Yeah tat's wat i intending to do with much happiness. But something terribly goes wrong. Really wrong. Well save the BAD part for later. I and Ahmad were talking when suddenly the 77 bus emerged and drove off. Haha!! Eh, why the bus go already? Haiz, Ahmad Ahmad. So we then board the next bus and Vivek came along. We were happily chatting and MI came out of nowhere in between bungalow housing. Yeah! It was prominent. Zinc roof. Sudden 90 degree turn of the runnig track. AND ITS SMALL SIZE. Wakakak!! Weeeee!! I wonder how Ahmad, Siva and Des put up with the skool. Orite the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we were reachin the front gate, 3 boiz we making their run out of skool. Suddelny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HELLO, BOIZ....BOIIZZ!!!" a voice came out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ahmad suddenly said cannot come in now. DM is there. Mrs Arjun. Aiyooo! Then we went back to the bus stop and sit for a while. Then Ahmad went to check again. He gave the Go-Ahead sign. And ya, his GO-AHEAD sign means getting caught by teacher. Here's wat happen:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as we were walking in)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: You boys come her...Come...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then Ahmad join us too)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Which class are you from?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: uh...A5....we come here to take withdrawal form.. ( although  he caught us while we were walking in ) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: who is your home tutor? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad: UH...* something name here * and she is on MC for 1 month.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ok...come with me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part Ahmad asked us to walk first and so we did. He made us look like dummies down there while the teacher was asking questions. Haha!! I and Vek were keeping quiet. I was as usual swinging my legs. haha... The Bad Part has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the library. Ya! Cuz Ahmad say its where all the "pon" students go. So we enterd. Then suddenly a voice again boomed &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian:hey boi...boi... ( then i tot...Oh NOO!!! Not again... ) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: First time come skool izzit? ( duh!! Vek...why bring bag inside the LIBARRY??? haha... I and Ahmad were laughing away ) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took about only 23 steps when we step out of the libray. Then Ahmad fren, Shereen, called from the classroom. Then we walked up the classroom. For your info, the stairway is very narrow and the ledge is very short. If  Fareez come to MI, confirm plus chop and thumbprint tat he will kill a dozen of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ahmad classroom when we were greeted with hi's and hello's. The three nice gals, ANA....SHEREEN.... WANI... yeah. Ahmad was very the popular seh. No wonder. They yakkety yak all the way until Ahmad introduce me and Vek to his frens. Ahmad got lots of nicknames too. Can't reveal it guys. Its confidential. Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i find those 3 chaps very entertaining and bubbly. Very friendly. Talked and joke with them while wasting our time. &lt;font color=red&gt; Ana: &lt;/font&gt; She's a nice girl...first voice tat i heard when at Ahmad's classroom. She cracked a lot of jokes. Yeah. She likes Ahmad eh??? i dunnno... she attached lah guys. She talked to me too. Yeah she's friendly... She's short too. I feel tall. Hehe :P By looking at her, I think she is an athletic kind of person. &lt;font color= red&gt; Shereen: &lt;/font&gt; first impression- I tot she is an indian. But fooooooooo. She speaks malay lah. More fluent than me. Ya! Serious. Confirm this one talkative too. No one sec is without her voice. But hey she got a nice personality. Hehe :P She is an outdoor kind of person from wat i heard. Hey guys, she plays soccer. Maybe even better than the guys. :) She's funny too. She cares about her frens too. She gave Ahmad a card and some other frens too to show her appreaciation.  Tc &lt;font color= red&gt; Wani: &lt;/font&gt; I tot my ex seh cuz have the same name. But i was wrong. First impression is that she is a queit girl. Saw her alone in class by herself. So tot she was anti-social. But who will ever know that she is part of the dudettes clan of ANA and SHEREEN. Combine them three and u have a juke box. Hehe. Hey, she's cute. But attached. Haha. No no guys. She's committed in a relationship so u all cant wooo her. Hahax :) She can crack jokes too. But she cut queue in front of me at recess time, RUDE!! blek :P So i pushed her back. Haha... Well she has a nice personality too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Natasha Shah too. Yeah. Friendly as ever. She was shocked to see me just now. Why are you here?? hahaz I crashed your skool lah! blek :P. She was sitting with her boifren. ya boifren! just kidding. we had a brief chit chat about O level and stuff and our conversation ended. She still the same old Natasha i knew 6 years ago. Stay cute always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we decided to make our great EXCAPE. Yeah. Then the DM was sitting near the entrance. Gosh!! then we circle the skool. I got the gut feeling that we will get caught again. I plucked out my courage and walked briskly and so did Vek and Ahamd. Suddenly...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM: HEY KPO!!!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh shitz... This instance i dun care already. I ran out of the skool. Ahmad and vek was behing me. I ran and ran and ran and ran till i reached the junction. I XCAPED FROM MILLENIA INSTITUTE. Yeah!!!! THE PROSONERRRRR CAMPPPP!!!!! haha... Wat an achievement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad and Vek went to JJC with my cap. But i didn't follow as i do not wan to step in skool today. I went home and hu did i saw??? Eric THE MAN!!!! he off to werk at his mom's stall. Awww.. Hardworking eric! Then i rested a while before going out again to fetch my Darl. And hu did i meet again?? Eric THE MAN. Eh??? wasn't he suppose to be at his mom's stall. Its only been 3 hrs only. Wahahaha! Wazzup uh eric. Stay strong always. Tehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met darl. Nice to see her again after 1 week of inactivity. Went to eat LJS at Marina as she couldn't get home early due to the downpour. So i bought her food and we eat together. Haha one funny thing though. While we were walking to LJS, there was this BatMobile used by Batman for those hu didn't know. When i walked towards it. It started to start its BAtman theme wanting me to get in!! Temptation. I waited no longer and spread my wings. My suddelny someone *winkz* pinch me. Haha :P Juz when i wanted to get to the best part. After eating i sent her home. Awww... She's my all. :) After that i went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, today was a JAM PACKED-WHAM-BACK 2 BACK-HAYWIRE-WIREHAY-HEY'YA-HILYAH-BOOM-BANG-KEDEBABOOOOOM-KEDEBABOOODEBAAABOOOODEBAABOOOOOOOM-BAAAABOOOOOMMMM-BAAAAAABBAAAAAA BLACK SHEEP-KACHING-CLICK CLICK-WHACKED-JAM PACKED day for me. Alwys gonna tresure it. Thanx Ahmad for making my day exciting esp the MI skool. Haha. MY longest entry! Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107893397841536733?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107893397841536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107893397841536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893397841536733' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107864844602103763</id><published>2004-03-07T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:37:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weee! 3 months and is still working. Thank you! Wahahaha! Ok ok stop saying thanks. Well today was as usual. Religious class. Wat's worst is tat my frens didn't come for it. Doinkz! Then i'm alone. Aiyoooo! But anyway the time flies fast today with the teacher jokin around with us abt marriage. I wonder why they call it religious class when there is nothing religious being taught. Hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I managed to install the bluurrrdiiiie CM 0304 after much attempt. Haha! It always keep on saying corrupt file corrupt file. But after much resilience ( did i spell it correctly ), I did it. Gosh was i happy. Then played it. It has been about 2 hrs now since i played it. Hmmm. Watch Real Madrid played Racing Santander yesterday. It was a lousy performance. Gosh. I selected Rear Madrid as usual in CM 0304 cuz i wanna be close with Beckham. When am i going to stead with him?? Haiz :P wacka wacko wackie me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to religous skool with her today. Haha! She look different from her outing clothes and in the religious thingy. Ya, U guessed it. I prefer her NOT religious clothes. Weeee! noty me. Sat with her during recess. Gosh melting! Wakekakkaka. Ok not too romantic cuz in religious mosque. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skool, i went straight home. Nothing to do except wait for tomolo. Skool day again. Grrrr. Then kena scolding by teacher. GRrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107864844602103763?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107864844602103763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107864844602103763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864844602103763' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107831500318610818</id><published>2004-03-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:59:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya. Long time never update. Been busy. Lol. Pick her up from school these few days. Anyway these three days i didn't do much except for the wastinf-of-time going to JJC with my enthusiastic mom for registering the jae thingy. Aiyoooo. Waste of time!!! Haha. Can register online rite. She dun wan. She wan to confirm. Haha. But i met Mr Chan, my GP teacher, first thing i step in the school. And a lot of J2 ppl call my name. Wah suddenly i became famous. Wahahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Today i didn't do much. Eric came to my house. Yeah! He came online and did the MIRC thingy. Wow! he's good. He type wat gameshark code also i dunno suddenly he get this list of things. Bla bla bla. Confuse. Haha. Listen him talk to his Special PERSON. Wakakakak! After that went to pay the bills with eric. He cracked jokes and i love him. When can i stead with ERIC dear. Haha!!! Then i pick her up again. Reach home at 7.00 today. Damn i cant meet the woodlands peeps. Sorry guys. I have to stay home. Damn!! Tomolo school starts again. Drats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107831500318610818?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107831500318610818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107831500318610818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831500318610818' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107798144601674693</id><published>2004-02-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:20:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love her i love her i love her...she sooo damn sweet...she soo nice...i love her i love her... You are my all.. My world..... Thanx Dear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107798144601674693?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107798144601674693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107798144601674693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798144601674693' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107787819883094644</id><published>2004-02-27T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:39:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah!! Power uh today. The joyous moment. Joyous of the joyous seh. I can't describe it. I can only feel it. All of my friends are happy. This batch of us is really clever seh. Every subjects the rating above national level. Wah!! Steam seh!!! Fooyooo.. Well for those of you who are not Singaporeans, today is the O-level results day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i GOT 14 POINTS!!! 14!!!! fourtenn!!! empat belas!!! nandriputringgek!!!! e chian sek!!!!! HAhah. Yeah! I was feeling nervous before taking the results. Sit in the hall damn long. I was the first candidate in my class to receive it. Wow!!! 14 points. Everybody was congratulating me. Hahaha!! Thanx guys!! They did well too. Congrats to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was calling me. Asking the same thing and i replying the same thing and receiving the same congrats and ending the same conversation. Haha!! Well i am happy for myself. Reacall recall!!! Sec 3 L1R5=34, Sec 4 prelim= 17, Sec 4 O's= 14.I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN I CONGRATULATE ALL MY FRENS FOR OBTAINING GOOD RESULTS TODAY. CONGRATS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107787819883094644?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107787819883094644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107787819883094644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107787819883094644' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107784720299729743</id><published>2004-02-27T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T10:02:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... Stress... Today results lah. O level results. To all my buddies and friends out there. Good Luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107784720299729743?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107784720299729743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107784720299729743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784720299729743' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107761734174625980</id><published>2004-02-24T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:11:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Accomplishment. Went to skool but didn't attend any lesson. Hi-Five Fareez!! HAha :) We were like playing hide-and-seek seh. Everywhere we go must be with caution. But i wonder why our skool LAN can't be log-in in the morning. Strange! They knew we were skipping lessons? We met Ranon half-way and he too skipped lessons. He told his Maths tutor that he was sick :P Bad Ranon. Heheh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was fun. Comp lab playin pool. Not much happen. Sit there until we get bored. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a sad day today. Can't tell u all uh. Read something very sad seh. Can make Moulin Rouge 2. It was the perfect love story. About 2 hearts divided. Happen to my fren. Ish ish ish. The story almost forced me intro tears. But SHE must live with it. I was only reading part of her life. Ouch!!! :( Hope she's stays strong. Wait for him orite?? Yeah! Dun forget tat u have frenz to support u. Be strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107761734174625980?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107761734174625980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107761734174625980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107761734174625980' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107751208648173096</id><published>2004-02-23T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:57:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!! Comp lab uh. Haha :) Tat's wat me,Fareez and Syed  did. From 10.25am till now which is 12.50pm. Wah. So bored seh!! Imagine uh play pool for tat long duration of time. Wahahahahah! Happy seh. Come skool for only the first lesson GP. Then after tat&lt;BR&gt;"Fareez, wanna go maths or not" I said &lt;BR&gt; Then u know wat happen. Went to library first and to our surprise Syed was there doing something with a girl. EeEeE!!! Disgusting seh. Yucks. If you all saw it also u all faint uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was fun. Fun becuz we came there 15 mins earlier and had the canteen all by ourselves. After recess was double fun. Went to comp lab. Sit there only. Haha. This is JC life to me. Fareez influence. Tataz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107751208648173096?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107751208648173096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107751208648173096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751208648173096' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107743527464507905</id><published>2004-02-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T15:37:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 week and counting. Hehe :) My computer is doing fine. Its been running for a week now. yeah. This is life. Online 24hrs. :P Today as usual went to religious class. But i didn't learn anything from there. Wonder why i willingly go there. Maybe cuz i have frenz there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the going home journey part. Torturing ah!!!! Stupid bus driver. I was having s splitting headache. I thought the aircon might help subside the aching. But &lt;B&gt;STUPID&lt;/B&gt; bus driver never on the air con. Stupid to the core of the earth drilling through the south pole and back up again to the north pole before going to the core of the moon and the other planets and then finally pluto when i decided to tie a knot and you have a bracelet with different size of circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, stuffy seh. Then the bus was jam-whacked-boom-KEBABOOM-back2back-back3back-awesomely-tuna sandwhich- bottle of pickle- KEBAKEBADABOOOM- jam packed with commuters. Then their breathe were smell of vomit-tuna sandwhich-coil liver- dung- vulgarities- plague-left behind-disasterpiece-rotten meat . Wah tat makes my headache like splitting-cutting into two- going to explode- unbearable seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107743527464507905?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107743527464507905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107743527464507905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743527464507905' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107728807201955170</id><published>2004-02-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T22:43:54.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Just came back again from yet another outing. I finally stepped into SP, Singapore Polytecnic. Wahaha! The feeling to find someone shorter than u. Yeah!! Serious. Ask Ahmad. The Girls they are sooo short. Well, we got lost initially. So looked at the map. The map was like intriguing. They show the map very big but actually the distance is near. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around, me and Ahmad decided to have something to eat. My My, the place was nice. Soo relaxing. Bought cheap dinners. Heaven seh the place. After we ate, we decided to paly soccer. But on the way there we past by some group of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahahah!!Now you're shorter than me. Hahah. Short. Cannot grow anymore cuz you are a girl Stop growing already!!" I said to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad of me. Well if i go SP i'll be a happy man.Haha. We went to the secret soccer court. Nice place to play in. Overshadowed by flats. Very cooling place. No sun over us. Wah, i was tired after my game. Damn tired! I sprained my ankle. Ouch!! But i played with Ahmad frens from MI. Nice buddies. Liked the farid eh? watever his name. He's big in size. I'll lose to him. Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's plaace for a while before heading home. Now i'm home. I'm beat. Guess i wanna rest now peeps. Take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107728807201955170?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107728807201955170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107728807201955170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728807201955170' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107724174924033103</id><published>2004-02-20T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T09:54:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I never go skool again. Hmmmm, how many times have i done this? Why am i so bad? Its a sin to skip skool. errr...Heck care!! Cuz I'm &lt;b&gt;TiniEsiNZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Yesterday was fun. Did i told u. I didn't go to skool on wednesday to. So its twice in a week now. Been pretty lazy now. Slacking. Need to work hard. As usual thursday was a fast day for me. Fun part was the chemistry lab session. I always like tat thing. Swirl swirl swirl. Then my good ol classmates told me there was an econs test. Yeah rite. Thanx for telling me now. Haha. But i juz did the test. Can't escape though since fareez wanna take it. He's the Econs rep mind u. I whizzzzzz through the test easily. Hmmm. Good or BAd? Well for me bad. Gonna fail. Heheh :P Went home straight after it. Tat's all bout yesteeday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up around 8.30 today. Yup i still feel tired. Well my skool gonna have this celebration thingy made by the principal. He's gonna launched a concert and treat all the JC 1 students to lunch. So why go skool when u can have fun at home!! Its not a big deal either. What?? What about the free food?? Well, he's treating us canteen food so y bother when u can have it everyday at 1.40-1.60 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a boring day. Haha. Chat with Eric's cuzzin yeah. Haha. Funny man. I was planning to go out but think again, awww i better rest at home since i'm aching all over. Did't sleep properly maybe. Listen to this song u are listening now. Very nice. I wanted to make my blog nicer but didn't know wat to do. Haiz. Hope my frenz are having fun in skool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107724174924033103?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107724174924033103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107724174924033103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724174924033103' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107711137442413267</id><published>2004-02-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:38:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah. Just came back from the explanade. I mean citylink. Fetch her from skool today. For all ur infos, i didn't went to skool today. Happy uh!!! Wake up like 5.30 today but acted sick. Went back to sleep. Wake up at 10am. Heaven. Talked to zul early in the morning. I did this bloggy thingy whole morning with zul help. Thanx bro. Haha. I was like cut paste cut paste cut paste. Whahahaha. Anyway nobody's home xcept for mom in the morning. I got the whole computer to myself. But i usually use the computer all day long. Tehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetch her from skool. Send her home. Relax at my aunt place for a while before heading back out with her again. Look at my watch 6.30pm. Ok i'm deep shit. Cuz i'm not suppose to be home late. But hu cares, she's my all. My everything. 5 months not easy. Haha. She bought her favourite Gallaz black velcro shoe and stussy bag all under 100 dollars. After tat, went to KFC for dinner. Still sent her to the bus stop. It was 8 already. I was worried if ever my mom was angry. Do all my usual routine before i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT was packed. EeEeEe!! i kinda dun like minahs ( sisters ) for sure. Tight fitting clothes. Yuckie!! I was staring at the floor thw whole way. Reached home around 9.15 and ate again. Not going to sleep tonite. Wanna watch soccer. So tataz peepz. See ya later alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...i miss you...i miss you sooo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107711137442413267?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107711137442413267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107711137442413267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711137442413267' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107701480789021949</id><published>2004-02-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:49:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody. today was fun. Ya. I nearly went to skool for just the first two period but thanx to my consciousness, i went for the last two period as well. So for 5 hours in skool, i only use half of it educationally. I did a drawing or should i say graff on my cap. To me, it was fab-tas-tic-absolutely-gorgeous-nice-e-y-e-catch-ing. Soo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mention? Fareez kena scold. We didn't attend Econs lecture today and when the teacher walk past, the godd-ol-boy-hardworking-actgood-actsmart-act a lot Fareez go and say:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning Ms Tie!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the world world came crashing down...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G...o..od morning" she whispered as though she didn't want ppl to hear it. Its obvious she threw a chair at a student with her kind of behaviour like that."you you didn't attend my lesson ya!!! WHY? WOT (What) happen? Where did you go? bla bla bla" she added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i was ahead of Fareez at that time. I just walked ahead and poor Fareez getting a lecture for 15 mins. wehehehehe!!! After tat, i'm sure Fareez will attend all the lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skool, we went to the computer lab AGAIN!!! Its like our second home now. Same old Fareez. Visit the William Hung webby again. Getting sick of hearing it but not Fareez. Wahahaha!! He's really enjoying himself. Spent about 2 hrs there when we decided to make a move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tiring day for me. Jus had my dinner. Made it myself. So full and now i'm off to sleeeeppp. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107701480789021949?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107701480789021949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107701480789021949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107701480789021949' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107691183334222969</id><published>2004-02-16T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T14:13:09.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Ya. I'm at my school loggin on there. Haha. Fareez got tat OGL thingy. Euphoric seh the feeling. There he goes talking about OGL stufffs. Haha. He's Just beside me trying to find some music for his bloggy. Click Click. Congrats to him. Remember Fareez. There's a gap now. Wahahaha!! Ok then gonna update my bloggy now. See ya all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107691183334222969?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107691183334222969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107691183334222969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691183334222969' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107682652069736038</id><published>2004-02-15T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T14:31:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was just a normal sunday. Religious class. I have to drag my feet there. Arggh. Woke up at 8.00 this morning thanx to my noisy brothers. Bought breakfast. AFter that gotta go to school. Imagine me. Going religious class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned on me. "Abu. What if the same thing happen again today as what happen the previous sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!!! It can't be. Dejavu. For those of you who are still huh? wat? Wat happen?. Give a smack on your head. My comp died last sunday. That's why i was inactive again for a week. Haha. I pray to god that it doesn't happen again. Come on. Be with me for once. Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope this is not my last entry. Going to my cuzzin's house in a while. Gonna burn some cds for my dearie and lots more. Going to do some revision since i dun wan to slack already this time around. And results are round the corner. Why does it have to be soooooo Faaaaasssssstttt!!! Arrgghh. Hope i got below 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107682652069736038?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107682652069736038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107682652069736038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682652069736038' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107674513751614635</id><published>2004-02-14T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T15:54:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps!! Its all done. I have my comp back. Phew. Ok gonna enjoy it. I relink u again Faye. yeah! Wohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107674513751614635?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107674513751614635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107674513751614635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107674513751614635' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107658633269482506</id><published>2004-02-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:48:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Bad of you peeps to say that. My fate? Cruel rite? Haha. I'll be back dun worry. Suddenly i come to check this blog. Wah!! All ask to link link but you all never link me. Hmppphhh!! Haha. Eh ya, I can't find Tasha's Tag board. Magic eh? Hehe. :P Life is soo cruel. Argghhh. So stress. But niwaes my chemistry is improving. Getting better. At least Fareez copies my work. Wahahahaha!! Oopz! Anyway guys and gals, pray for me tat my comp goes well for surgery on saturday k?? I'll wanna join u guys. Tataz. And ya, keep telling all other ppl i have this blog. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a light at every dark tunnel" quote by Mr King Solobu The Third Generation Of Abu's Era&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107658633269482506?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107658633269482506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107658633269482506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658633269482506' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107622173856059837</id><published>2004-02-08T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T15:58:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woh. Tiring day for me. Juz came back from skool. The funniest thing is that everytime i'm in a bus or mrt, i will definitely sleep. Worst is if i was like jerking from side to side. But today was the worst, I was drooling. Eeee. Shucks. Shame of my life. Luckily the old man beside me was sleeping too or was he? Mystery unsolved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107622173856059837?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107622173856059837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107622173856059837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622173856059837' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107616915100049445</id><published>2004-02-08T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T23:57:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remenissions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic day for me. Soo many things to catch up on. Did this blog since evening but luckily my bestest angel, Ranon, help me with these stuff. I know nuts about blogs. The highlight for today was getting back my comp. Yeah. I was thrilled. Imagine 6 months without entertainment. Went straight to MSN to find my frens. It was tiring though, carrying the comp. No pain no gain. Enjoyed surfing the net again for the first time. Wow. The feeling. Can't describe it. Wait i can describe it. The feeling that i feel today was undescripable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107616915100049445?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107616915100049445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107616915100049445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616915100049445' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6444085.post-107615613912133488</id><published>2004-02-07T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T20:18:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here it comes. Abu's back. After 6 gruelsome months of no INTERNET access. Well blogs are the craze now. Hmmm, hafta have one too. So i created this one. Well nice to be back in business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6444085-107615613912133488?l=suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107615613912133488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6444085/posts/default/107615613912133488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalnotezxbutterplykissez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107615613912133488' title=''/><author><name>Abo0</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00042508530677646046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
